[Intro]\nO’Block...\nYeah...\nLook...\n\n[Verse 1]\nI was chillin’ on the 6th, playin' it low, just me and twin\nPhone buzz once — it’s bro like, “Slide, we got motion again”\nSay less, I’m up, throw on the hoodie, Glock in the den\nTold Ma I’m steppin’ out, she like, “Boy, not this again…”\n\nHop in the ride, windows up, we movin' tight\nAin’t no talkin’ on the mission, we just focus on the sight\nWe ain't huntin' for no stripes, we just tryna make it right\nCuz buddy from the other side been tweetin' reckless all night\n\nPull up near the corner store, blacked out like it’s a wake\nSeen dude lackin’, no pole — easy score, piece of cake\nBut I paused — somethin’ off, got that twitch feelin’ fake\nShorty walkin’ up behind us, said “that’s 12,” had to brake\n\nWe dip off smooth, take a right near Parkway\nBroski laughin’ like, “That was close, almost did that broad day”\nMe? I’m quiet, mind racin’, got that fire in my soul\nThinkin’ ‘bout Von, like “would he move or would he play it cold?”\n\n[Chorus]\nThis a true story, not no rap cap\nEverything I spit, I seen, I did, no act\nUsed to post on blocks where the feds double back\nNow I pen pain to a beat, that’s facts\n\nSmooth like Von, but my soul got rage\nTurn the past to a bar, then I step on stage\nTales from the O, yeah the heart still scarred\nBut I walk with pride, even when times hard\n\n[Verse 2]\nNext day, I’m coolin’ by the chicken spot\nSame dude from last night postin’ pics, tryna plot\nI don’t even comment — I just peep, then I jot\nCuz if pressure come again, I can’t fold, I cannot\n\nHit up shorty I know, she a sly one, low-key\nShe like, “What’s the play?” I said, “Let’s meet, just we”\nShe pull up clean, windows tinted, no sound\nI hop in the passenger, Glock sittin’ on the ground\n\nWe ride through the east, I’m checkin' every face\nShe say, “You good?” I’m like, “Yeah, just playin’ safe”\nTook a turn, car stopped — two dudes pop out\nI ain’t wait, bust first, turned calm to a route\n\nShe screamin’, tires burnin’, I’m low, heart racin’\nBut I never panicked — this life, I been facin’\nWe got ghost, slid clean like a movie scene\nBut this ain't fiction — this the life we breathe\n\n[Chorus]\nThis a true story, not no rap cap\nEverything I spit, I seen, I did, no act\nUsed to post on blocks where the feds double back\nNow I pen pain to a beat, that’s facts\n\nSmooth like Von, but my soul got rage\nTurn the past to a bar, then I step on stage\nTales from the O, yeah the heart still scarred\nBut I walk with pride, even when times hard\n\n[Outro]\nLook... \nThey want a story? I gave 'em truth \nEvery bar I spit got a memory proof \nI ain’t just rappin', this more like a log \na diary from the trenches — straight out the fog. O Block...