[Intro: DJ Drama & Yung Bleu]
Quality street music at its finest
(Came a long way from that block, I swear)
Big Daddy Kane meets Sade
(Came a long way from that block, I swear)
Dram and Bleu, let's get to it
(Gangsta)

[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
Came a long way from that block, I swear to God I did (I did)
It's a long rope to the top, I gotta feed my kids (My kids)
If you want to I can show you all the shit I did
If you want to I can show you all the shit I did
(Gangsta Grizzle)
I got too many haters
I make moves, I'm a smooth operator
I got too many haters
If you want to I can show you all the shit I did

[Verse 1: Yung Bleu]
I heard n***as plottin' on my chain
Got a rocket on me now, you play some games, I bust yo' brain
All this dope that we distribute ('Stribute), keep one eye in the rearview (Rearview)
Can't let a n***a steer you, cock it back and make 'em feel you (Brrra)
Them bullets they flyin' like birds (Birds)
I'm sweatin', I'm cookin' the bird (Skrrt)
My trap do numbers like nerds (Nerds)
I get you killed for a word (Woo)
Five K for a verse
I'm poppin' like gasket, see you in traffic
I get the plaques then you get to panicking
I got that work, I'm part of the management (Woo)
I got a problem for buyin' that Louis
I got a problem for buyin' that Gucci
We got that raw on the plate like it's sushi
The MAG or the Glock, whatever that suit you (Whatever)
I ain't gon' hug you, lil bitch, I'm gon' shoot you
Don't pick a side, you better be neutral
They want me dead, the feeling is mutual
They want me dead, the feeling is mutual, yeah
[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
Came a long way from that block, I swear to God I did
It's a long rope to the top, I gotta feed my kids
If you want to I can show you all the shit I did
If you want to I can show you all the shit I did
I got too many haters
I make moves, I'm a smooth operator
I got too many haters
If you want to I can show you all the shit I did

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
The shit I can show you unlimited
I'm in Chicago, this shit can get treacherous
Gave me a pack and they told me deliver it
If it don't make it, this shit can get serious
I slept on the couch with the rats and roaches (Yes I did)
Gotta watch your friends, the one's that's closest (Oh-oh)
Can't give me advice if you don't know shit (Don't know shit)
If I got a gun, he got a gun too (Got a gun too)
Kept his mouth closed when he supposed to (When he supposed to)
We done went global, shout out Young Bleu
(We turning up right now)
There go nasty n***a, came a long way from rags to riches (Came a long way)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hit me a lick, my bags is bigger
Gave me a bag, turned up with this fashion, yeah
[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
Came a long way from that block, I swear to God I did
It's a long rope to the top, I gotta feed my kids
If you want to I can show you all the shit I did
If you want to I can show you all the shit I did
I got too many haters
I make moves, I'm a smooth operator
I got too many haters
If you want to I can show you all the shit I did

[Verse 3: Yung Bleu]
You see the shit that I'm rockin' lil' n***a
This shit Givenchy, I'm rockin' lil' n***a
I stood at the top on the block with a rocket lil' n***a
Got me feeling cocky lil' n***a
I had to step on 'em, I had to rep on 'em
They say I changed, they say I went left on 'em, yeah
I don't remember that
Pay for the dope, I don't pay for that kitty-cat
Six chains, n***a know I don't fuck with you, how you
How you gangster? I grew up with you
I'm the n***a poppin' on the backstreet
Keep it in the street, don't at me
I'ma have you runnin' like an athlete
You ain't never heard Bleu over some rap beat
My shit don't make it there, I had to take it there
I had to take a left just like I'm racin' there
I hop out a foreign, I hop out a sport
You call it a pistol, I call it a toy
I was fourteen when I hopped off the porch
I was fifteen when I first went to court
I fucked your bitch at the spa and resort
Dope in the whip and I'm dodging the narcs
They want to beef, I show up with a farm, yeah
[Outro: DJ Drama]
Dedicated (Dedicated)
To Alabama (To Alabama)
(Gangsta)
(Trendsetter)