Huh, yea
Man, I swear I could never be tender
Better wake up, them hoes ain't ya best friends
Need to knock all them hoes off your friends list
Way too easy to fuck on your best friend
Way too easy to, yea 
Way too easy to slide in that bitch
And she ain't even run from it, yea
And your bitch she gon fein for the dick
That's your best friend, girl reconsider
Need to get the lil hoe off the list
Need to knock the lil hoe off the list
How your best friend got you so tender

Oh, can you be my best friend too
Hoe, can you be my best friend too
I'm trynna have a lil threesome, yea
Know we gotta add your lil best friend too
My twin, trynna bring all them hoes to the stu
Yuh, I'll make them my best friends too
Yuh, my twin trynna go to the moon
Get off that perc, and start breakin the rules
That's why I'm fuckin ya best friend
Oh, but ya best friend, that hoe was completely sober, that bitch not your best friend
When I dove in that pussy, It felt like Atlantic Ocean, Indian Ocean
I just fucked a Blonded bitch last week, now I feel the same as Frank Ocean

Huh, yea
Man, I swear I could never be tender
Better wake up, them hoes ain't ya best friends
Need to knock all them hoes off your friends list
Way too easy to fuck on your best friend
Way too easy to, yea 
Way too easy to slide in that bitch
And she ain't even run from it, yea
And your bitch she gon fein for the dick
That's your best friend, girl reconsider
Need to get the lil hoe off the list
Need to knock the lil hoe off the list
How your best friend got you so tender

2. FUCK ON YA FRIENDS LIST [P. KZ X YOKHALXL]

1. ON FILM [P. SHANGO]

4. ALL DAY [P. MORGAN X SHANKS]

3. RUMORS [P. UNOJORDAN]

I been, been waiting for so long, it don’t even make sense 
I know you gon try to wreck a home, you stuck on past tense (Yea, yea, yuh)
You know, i’ve just been trying to score you playing defense (Playing defense)
For what
For what
For what
For what 

Because
Hoe you must be jealous, hoe you must be jealous
Don’t be mad I dogged you out lil hoe, went Future Hendrix
First rap check I ever got, I bought myself some sevens
Second rap check that I got, I bought a MAC-11
Just because I turned my back on you don’t mean I’m sinning
I turned my back cause I know you would stop me from winning
Hoe you just mad cause I left you and found something different 
No strings attached, you can’t tell nobody that we screwing
Can’t leave the crib til you come lick up my body fluids 
Can’t tell your friends, no nobody can know what we doing
Hoe, you just a slut don’t tell me your problems, I can’t get you through them 
Been waiting so long to get my moment, of course I’m gon pursue it  

I been, been waiting for so long, it don’t even make sense 
I know you gon try to wreck a home, you stuck on past tense (Yea, yea, yuh)
You know, i’ve just been trying to score you playing defense (Playing defense)
For what
For what
For what
For what

For What/So Long (Prod. @Bokoven.b)

(reupload)

SPOTIFY - open.spotify.com/track/5BVryhDCW9…9ed3b5a531674e56

APPLE MUSIC - music.apple.com/us/album/blockthe…single/1822173358

blockthenoise! (p. yamanes)

ATM. (p. glory)

#flipthescript ! (p. krager)

Lyrics

you a Twitch kid, screamin’ like that makes you real,
But you still live in the comments, never touched the field.
Talk tough online, but you duck in the flesh,
All cap, no spine, just a mic and a desk.

Flexin' for clout, but your chest still flat,
Beggin’ for a feature, tryna roll with the rats.
You play Rodney’s rep like you earned that coat,
But he paid dues — you just log off and gloat.

Your image built on another man’s shine,
You a clone in a race, never crossing the line.
Kai ain't signed off, you just riding his wave,
You a ghost in his shadow, can’t stand in the grave. Who’s ya daddy? You don’t even know.
You a tag-along name in a Twitch show.
Wanna talk like a G, but you fold in the heat,
You a boy in a game where the wolves don’t sleep.You bark loud, but the streets don’t speak,
You post threats, but your soul too weak.
Keyboard thug — get smacked on repeat,
This is your life, kid — now take that seat.
You twitch for clout, I spit for truth,
You stream fake beefs, I tear off the roof.
Screamin’ for laughs, I’m givin' you proof,
You stuntin’ on babies, I massacre youths.
You idolize Kai—he didn’t make your lane,
You just his mascot, not glory or gain.

Talkin' tough in the chat, but you mute in the zone,
A son with no father, just a screen and a phone.
Kai ain’t raise you — you just stole his drip,
Actin’ like family, but you ain't blood in this.

Claim you from the trenches? Please stop the tale,
Only blocks you spin are in Minecraft jail.
You a cosplay goon — TikTok tough,
But in real daylight, you ain’t built for stuff.

Try to play drill, but your heart off beat,
Your bars outdated like MySpace heat.
Your name don’t ring, you just chase a ping,
Actin’ like a boss, but you pawned your king.

I spit truth like bullets, let the beat bleed red,
You diss once more? That’s a lyrical deathbed.
Don’t run to the stream when the clip get played,
I don't beef with sons — but I bury the fake.
You the type to call mods when the heat get real,
Cryin’ on stream ‘cause you caught one feel.
Tryna be a menace, but your voice don’t match,
You scream like a child — boy, go fetch.
You ain’t outside — you indoors tight,
Runnin’ your mouth but avoidin' the fight.
I seen your type — all hype, no spine,
Tryna rent clout off another man’s shine.

I don’t need no fame to end your streak,
I walk in silence — you tweet and squeak.
You live on Ls, better change your key,
I’m the reason this track got artillery.

You woke a monster — now deal with the smoke,
You a punchline now — the Internet joke.
So next time you flex, think twice, lil kid,
'Cause the mic don't lie — it expose what you did.

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