text: Sirens Lyrics
  Sirens
  All you ever hear on the block is sirens
  Growing up chilling on the block, hear sirens
  Just another day on the block with sirens
  Sirens
  All you ever hear on the block is sirens
  Growing up chilling on the block, with sirens
  Just another day on the block with sirens
  Top floor for a few nights
  Tryna dodge the hood becah its fire, everyday I see those blue lights
  Still 90 on the M but in a new ride
  Cling, vases and a few wipes, Im tryna make a new life
  I love to do it with my old friends, cah we was stacking twenties tryna fold them
  It was 09 and 010
  I was 17 when I jumped on a train to link a coke fiend
  Now Im trap phone gyming with no protein
  You see Im all about my risks thats if you know me
  Two times I never made it home from OT
  Call me stubborn or whatever you wanna call me
  Still passenger side, fast-lane 
  I was on the wing
  Barely had the money for a call and she werent answering my calls
  Now take a guess who isnt answering at all
  Fuck these sirens I gotta ball, now they uncomfortable
  Becah I got the sauce
  Sirens
  All you ever hear on the block is sirens
  Growing up chilling on the block, with sirens
  Just another day on the block with sirens
  Sirens
  All you ever hear on the block is sirens
  Growing up chilling on the block, with sirens
  Just another day on the block with sirens
  The gang been spreading metal pebbles
  Them niggas spreading rumours, got my palm on that Luger tryna catch a brain tumour
  Weeks in the T, was getting tired of that Puma trackie
  Paid 6 bills for a Z, I aint new to trapping
  Big stitch True Religion jeans, I aint new to fashion
  We paid 8 for that dots, we aint new to cashing
  17 in the Bailey, we aint new to crashing
  Chrome free, trigger all fucked we aint new to handtings
  8 times I sat through induction, I aint new to landings
  What you know about riding?
  Done a drilling, 10 seconds later all you hear is sirens
  We aint new to madness, tryna take OFB through the atlas
  Doing road managing my canvas
  Doing O, practice makes perfect, perfection from practice
  Done up solitary confinement, feds want me fresh home again needing a consignment
  Sirens
  All you ever hear on the block is sirens
  Growing up chilling on the block, with sirens
  Just another day on the block with sirens
  Sirens
  All you ever hear on the block is sirens
  Growing up chilling on the block, with sirens
  Just another day on the block with sirensEmbed