But I'm still waiting, yeah, and I'm still waiting And if my hand could block the sun, Would we ever wake up? And if I turned back all these clocks, Would that be time enough? On clearer days I can see the lights from my bedroom door, On windy nights I

We'll go to the moon and the stars Wicked, them stars in my ceiling I ease the pain with the dope The wicked clock goes tick-tock Freezing time as it rides down your block 'Cause it's timeless 'Cause it's timeless, you dig?

It ain't no one to trust but me And I got to make sure that I take care of my family And to my niggas on the block On the grind and hustlin' tryin' to sell some rocks You hear the voices say it's cold outside (It's cold outside) I'm hiding out and

I'm gonna live on solid rock I want to live on solid rock I want to give I don't want to be blocked Well take a look at that I made a castle in the sand Saying this is where it's at you know Couldn't understand now If I realised that the chances were

I'm gonna live on solid rock I want to live on solid rock I want to give I don't want to be blocked Well take a look at that I made a castle in the sand Saying this is where it's at you know Couldn't understand now If I realised that the chances were

Connect the dots Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico) Running to a pussy and collect his watch Chasers, chasers, chasers, chasers, gang! When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top Yeah, gang! Ayy, brand new Glock .40

Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit I pull up roll the window down and I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it Wet a nigga block and watch them

Fuck it all Hate breeds hate my eyes they have seen A system that feeds their machine with The blood, sweat and money of the poor, poor The decimation of all that is pure, pure Corruption gets rich, honesty just exists 'Cause nobody cares anymore,

Move bitch, a nigga need a little space Ayy, damn this beat got bass I been on the fo' block, I been on the A Gun upon my waist like I'm tryna catch a case Stank look on my face, that's too much drugs and drank What you think I do? I buy more drugs and

That's right I'm in it Star fucker That's all them can do We deal with action ting Just a badman thing a dat man do When we roll 'round 'pon your block (I'll be long gone, grab that ass, set your code) That's why I'm in it and I can't get out