Back to the Blocks

[Verse 1]
Snapback tilted
same kid, new limit
Lunch line lyrics
now they pay me by the minute
Crate dust on my jeans
blue ink on my thumbs
Still scribblin' sixteen
while they scroll through crumbs
Gold on the tooth
little chip when I grin
Whole crew on the stoop
still bettin' on a win
Talk slick, walk quick
cut lanes like a blade
Made classics in a closet
outgrew the charade
[Chorus]
Back to the blocks
with the new-school knock (yeah)
Same old talk
but the numbers all stock (woo)
Blend that grit
with the floor-shake thump
Old soul heart
with a big-body bump
We go back, back, back
then we fast-forward
Past due checks
now they stamp my orders
Back to the blocks
where the story got spun
Put the past in the pocket
let it run, let it run (hey)
[Verse 2]
Sidewalk preacher
with a spiral and a pen
Every bar like a barcode
ringin' again
They said, "Tone that down"
I turned the dial up twice
From the corner store counter
to the corporate price
Still break day
with the same old hunger
Still hear "one take"
then the room go thunder
From the bus stop bench
to reserved row seats
Same beat in my chest
just a bigger pair of sneaks
[Chorus]
Back to the blocks
with the new-school knock (yeah)
Same old talk
but the numbers all stock
Blend that grit
with the floor-shake thump
Old soul heart
with a big-body bump
We go back, back, back
then we fast-forward
Past due checks
now they stamp my orders
Back to the blocks
where the story got spun
Put the past in the pocket
let it run, let it run (run it)

rap, Boom-bap grit glued to trunk-rattling 808s, dusty horn and soul chops on the verses, female vocals doubling a tough, articulate male lead on the hook. Tight, swung drums up front, bass huge but controlled. Verses ride in a confident pocket, ad-libs tucked wide; choruses explode with stacked shouts and call-and-response. Subtle filter drops between sections to keep energy surging., hip-hop, lyrical, classic