Random Blocks Lyrics – Jaykae Trizz

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I was in OT doing not quite right
Back when I should have been in BR like JK
Stolen car coming through, best in M-way
What they say? I—music.

I was too busy, I should have been making tracks like Try
Now I'm back, I slap my Lizzy
I don't know my man, blood, who is he?
Crackhead running for the pack
Now when I catch him, I gotta slap my n—

Cats, cats need more scissors
The line don’t ring for drizz
We sat in cars and we ate at chippers
I put a penny on the scales and they told me the bro
So I had to change my digits

I'm freezing like the ice in fridges
My young boy ped, change of snap
So go to him if you want him to s—

Yeah, I always think of you
But I stop myself when I wanna call
Yeah, bro just slapped his W
Out on a date with his T at the SA
Cur loads falling off the phone
Bro, answer the phone if you see a no-caller

A points to AA, got it in the backpack like Dora
I don’t kick ball, but I’m a scorer
I'll do anything for it
I've been stressed, but I'll never ignore ya
I invest, never get poorer

Don't get too close, I might draw
6'3", but I feel taller

Yo, 2025, man’s on bits
2026, man want bricks
Hands in parcels, stamp on bricks
I can still get my hands on six, are you mad?
Been two years and the fans want hits

Sing it ends up, random strips
My son wants to be a YouTuber
Time to make hundreds of grands on Twitch

Still on the ends, not random blocks
When I never had gloves, put my hands in socks
On the strip so fast, them rocks
Had me in court with a bang, them docks

All light like bang, them F
And the heat could give away the random CRS
My bro got like 20 years in the P
Took out the pouch and banged it, Y—

See feds at the back of the whip
Car light red and my heartbeat shakes
They count the car at the end of the road
Then I'm off real fast for the garden gate

Bro got it with a W—
Could have seen that in the Army, mate
I got F all over the window
I'm struggling bad and I can't see straight

My bredrin won't eat 'cause he got cut
By some random bird
She don't like the smell of cigarettes or smart
Outside when I'm at her house, cool
Might put on my Berghaus

Can't let them know your whereabouts
If it’s out of your hands, don’t stress about it
Just watch how the whole thing turns out

Crackheads begging for change for the old-school ones
They used to put craft in
They f—ed it up for the ones who need out

Now I don't know who's asking
And the B so they're rattling
Coming like B, but I'm the captain
Tapped in the head, but I'm tapped in
Real demons when I