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Track: Burn Ya Block
Artist: Chance the Rapper
Album: STAR LINE

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Name: Chance the Rapper
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Chancelor Johnathan Bennett (born April 16, 1993 in Chicago, Illinois), known professionally as Chance the Rapper, is an American rapper and singer. Chance is also a member of the collective SAVEMONEY with Vic Mensa and The Social Experiment.

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Release: Chance The Rapper - Star Line
Year: 2025
Genres: Hip Hop

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LYRICS

Up until the point that we had a riot, everybody said
"Those niggas are alright, they're doing fine"
'Cause these suckers are burning down my store
I got to give these niggas something because I thought they was happy
Burn ya block, burn ya block
Burn ya block, burn ya block
Burn ya block, burn ya block
Burn (It's on fire)
Burn ya block, burn ya block
Burn ya block, burn ya block
Burn ya block, burn ya block
Burn (It's on fire)

Red Summer, heads on a pike, pipe down
Hands on ya head, on the curb, bite down
Fire in your eyes, and it burn bright brown
Sundown town, you turn around, right 'round
Fight for your life, take it round by round
Time to throw a right right now, right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now
Left cheek, right cheek, going right down

I smell fire at the precinct
Small bit of heat for the streets, it was freezing
Sweet song for the yard down in Sing Sing
Pinch of the salt if you thought we was dreaming
Higher, high as we go
That's how high the flames can be
And high as, high as we go
That's how high the flames can be, yeah

Burn ya block, burn ya block
Burn ya block, burn ya block
Burn ya block, burn ya block
Burn (It's on fire)
Burn ya block, burn ya block
Burn ya block, burn ya block
Burn ya block, burn ya block
Burn (It's on fire)

Don't just walk, baby, sashay
'Cause when you sashay, girl, your ass shake
You went Angela Bassett on the last place
You left the crib Left Eye, it's an ashtray
This a half day
We don't spin blocks, meet 'em halfway
Get a drum, roll the window down halfway
Boom, burn his skin, air it out, clear the pathway

I smell fire at the precinct
Small bit of heat for the streets, it was freezing
Sweet song for the yard down in Sing Sing
Pinch of the salt if you thought we was dreaming
Higher, high as we go
That's how high the flames can be
And high as, high as we go
That's how high the flames can be, yeah

Burn ya block, burn ya block
Burn ya block, burn ya block
Burn ya block, burn ya block
Burn (It's on fire)
Burn ya block, burn ya block
Burn ya block, burn ya block
Burn ya block, burn ya block
Burn (It's on fire)