Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
(Let's go) I'm ready
(Let's go, let's go, let's go) Ayy
[Verse]
I ain't have a dollar to my name
Everything I ever did, I had to charge to the game, oh yeah
Hitting up my lane like ayy, I ain't see you in a minute tell me where the hell have you been, oh yeah
What you mean? I been kinda popped off, how you seen?
I just travel around the world with my team
I been shaking them hands, tryna stack that green, uh
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, that's what they want, yeah
Matty Corms closing deals out a sports vest
I was sick trying to make account but somehow always good that I would figure it out, for real
[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, talking about bands I got four, yeah
Yеah, one time for the pеople that kept score, yeah
Yeah, blockin' no keeda to get more yeah
Popped in the Range and I made a roll, yeah
Got a bag for the game, I want more, yeah
[Verse]
Workin' all the time like shit
"Can I get a day off?" "No Matt, not yet", oh damn
I'm just tryna chill on the beach
Maybe drink a Mai Tai while I'm out getting laid
Doing what I'm feeling, I don't force yet
30 years, they ain't put my ass on Forbes list
But I'm still gonna pull up in a Porsche, yeah
Always gon' remember being poor, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
That's what they want, yeah
Matty Corms closing deals out a sports vest
I was sick trying to make account but somehow always good that I would figure it out, for real
[Chorus]
Yeah, talking about bands I got four, yeah
Yeah, one time for the people that kept score, yeah
Yeah, blockin' no keeda to get more yeah
Popped in the Range and I made a roll, yeah
Got a bag for the game, I want more, yeah
[Bridge]
(Yeah, blockin' no keeda to get more yeah)
(Yeah, blockin' no keeda to get-)
[Bridge]
Okay it's locked in the game, dollar to my name
Hit a coinstar just so I can break change
I remember when I made "Stay In Your Lane"
Now it's Matty Corman in the penthouse, Hall Of Fame
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, that's what they want, yeah
Matty Corms closing deals out a sports vest
I was sick trying to make account but somehow always good that I would figure it out, for real
[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, talking about bands I got four, yeah
Yeah, one time for the people that kept score, yeah
Yeah, blockin' no keeda to get more yeah
Popped in the Range and I made a roll, yeah
Got a bag for the game, I want more, yeah
Yeah
(Let's go) I'm ready
(Let's go, let's go, let's go) Ayy
[Verse]
I ain't have a dollar to my name
Everything I ever did, I had to charge to the game, oh yeah
Hitting up my lane like ayy, I ain't see you in a minute tell me where the hell have you been, oh yeah
What you mean? I been kinda popped off, how you seen?
I just travel around the world with my team
I been shaking them hands, tryna stack that green, uh
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, that's what they want, yeah
Matty Corms closing deals out a sports vest
I was sick trying to make account but somehow always good that I would figure it out, for real
[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, talking about bands I got four, yeah
Yеah, one time for the pеople that kept score, yeah
Yeah, blockin' no keeda to get more yeah
Popped in the Range and I made a roll, yeah
Got a bag for the game, I want more, yeah
[Verse]
Workin' all the time like shit
"Can I get a day off?" "No Matt, not yet", oh damn
I'm just tryna chill on the beach
Maybe drink a Mai Tai while I'm out getting laid
Doing what I'm feeling, I don't force yet
30 years, they ain't put my ass on Forbes list
But I'm still gonna pull up in a Porsche, yeah
Always gon' remember being poor, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
That's what they want, yeah
Matty Corms closing deals out a sports vest
I was sick trying to make account but somehow always good that I would figure it out, for real
[Chorus]
Yeah, talking about bands I got four, yeah
Yeah, one time for the people that kept score, yeah
Yeah, blockin' no keeda to get more yeah
Popped in the Range and I made a roll, yeah
Got a bag for the game, I want more, yeah
[Bridge]
(Yeah, blockin' no keeda to get more yeah)
(Yeah, blockin' no keeda to get-)
[Bridge]
Okay it's locked in the game, dollar to my name
Hit a coinstar just so I can break change
I remember when I made "Stay In Your Lane"
Now it's Matty Corman in the penthouse, Hall Of Fame
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, that's what they want, yeah
Matty Corms closing deals out a sports vest
I was sick trying to make account but somehow always good that I would figure it out, for real
[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, talking about bands I got four, yeah
Yeah, one time for the people that kept score, yeah
Yeah, blockin' no keeda to get more yeah
Popped in the Range and I made a roll, yeah
Got a bag for the game, I want more, yeah
About "BLOCKIN NO KEEDA"
'BLOCKIN NO KEEDA' is a glitchy, stop-start meditation on obstruction, its title a cryptic hook that lodges in the brain. Corman builds a tense, minimalist soundscape—like a cursor blinking on a frozen screen—where the emotional weight lies in the pause, the withheld breath, the stubborn refusal to move.