(Hook)
Niger-born, but I step like a demon,
O Block warzone—ain’t no reason.
AK talkin’, my ops stop breathin’,
Came from the sand, now b***d be leakin'.
Ride with the ghost of my tribe in my chest,
S***t like I'm cursed, won't settle for less.
Drums like w*r, ain’t no peace in the West,
Mask on face, put a op to rest.
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(Verse 1)
Came from the dust where we ride on camels,
Now I’m in the field with the Glock, no manuals.
Dudes talk loud, but their soul too fragile,
Clip go long like a Tuareg's saddle.
Niamey raised me, O Block made me,
Life too cold, heart black like Haiti.
Eyes on the bag but my hand on the blick,
Say one wrong word, and the whole block hit.
B***d in the dirt, that’s sacrifice,
Ops get spun like a prayer at night.
We don’t play—this ain’t no f***t,
It’s headshots only if you step outta line.
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(Verse 2)
Niger roots but I’m Chi-town cold,
Drill in my b***d, got my story told.
Scars on my face, that’s warrior mold,
Put a opp in a ditch if he move too bold.
Desert to the gutter, now the sticks go boom,
G*n smoke thick like the heat at noon.
Can’t trust love, can’t trust no goon,
I walk with the d**d, I don’t fear no tomb.
Pull up masked like the ancient rites,
Ghost in the trap when I slide at night.
O Block god with a Sahel soul,
Turn pain to power, then I take control.
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(Hook)
Niger-born, but I step like a demon,
O Block warzone—ain’t no reason.
AK talkin’, my ops stop breathin’,
Came from the sand, now b***d be leakin'.
Ride with the ghost of my tribe in my chest,
S***t like I'm cursed, won't settle for less.
Drums like w*r, ain’t no peace in the West,
Mask on face, put a op to rest.
