Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Block 4 , by - KIM. Release date: 08.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Block 4 |
| Post up and then pour something, I’m thirsty… |
| Lay low with the peso 'cause they turfing |
| Carlo came with the sticky icky green |
| Exchange with the Arabs for the nicotine |
| Mixed face, should I lift off on the white girl of the jelly bean? |
| Momma said, keep a sober eye man they homicidal |
| So I’m in between a rock a harder place, I swear I’m suicidal |
| Trying to change but I won’t stop |
| Instinctively my instincts they be like test us so get the fuck off of my block |
| Opa Locka, street connected |
| Orange county, golden rod I move around town with a G’s perspective |
| Roll through your hood slumped in a bubble Lexus |
| Bumpin' this shit |
| Boy finessed it |
| Feeling like a nigga rated level 99 in the 2000's |
| 2Pac and from the east side they gonna eat five in the coupe phantom |
| That’s real |
| Yeah |
| What you all on my block for? |
| x4 |
| Busting back like a 40cal |
| 'Cause this Glock four a dead end |
| Yeah! |
| Ugh! |
| Post up and then pour something I’m thirsty |
| Lay low with the peso 'cause they turfing |
| Carlo came with the sticky icky green |
| Exchange with the Arabs for the nicotine |
| I told that bitch like |
| I go for head, that’s cyclops |
| Chevy sittin' on 24's |
| That’s shot clocks |
| I got the top hot in the high top |
| I’m talkin' high tied at the yacht dock |
| Get ya mouth wired and ya eye socked |
| If you pop a fly like the White Sox |
| I’m like Popeye cause I like guap |
| Or green or spinach or |
| Whatever ya call it my nigga |
| I’m winnin', spittin' and politickin' |
| Gettin' it regardless |
| In regards to my enemies |
| And sending cigars to my niggas and getting your dog |
| Dog I wouldn’t chance it, I’m advancing |
| Cheers to the bars |
| Even got Ted dancin', dancin', dancin' |
| With the Stars and romancing |
| Write a rap about killin' you niggas with so much passion |
| The shit fuck around and sound romantic |
| God dammit I’m a killer |
| The leather in the Bentley like thriller |
| Got zippers on it |
| And the motherfucker got slippers on it |
| And you motherfuckers got zippin' but |
| It is not a nigga trippin' on it |
| Got bitches on the dick into 'em with the form |
| Plus I shoot like Curry with the form |
| Got bitches swarming around |
| Perform in your town |
| And tornadoes form in the ground |
| I’m warning them now |
| I’m more than them |
| The boy with the crown Its King Los nigga |
| Notice where you at |
| Know this ain’t your home |
| Know that everything I did |
| I did it for the block |
| The people man they ain’t alone |
| Peace signs to the peace time |
| Because that came and went |
| I’m pickin' up a bone |
| Meaning that I need a bone to pick |
| Meaning that I think I’m on some shit |
| I think I lost my shit |
| I’m thinkin' I would never let another nigga come and try to take my life |
| Softness in your numbers, straight bitch in your eyes |
| I ain’t scared of nothin', ain’t no reason why you sneak dissin' |
| Ain’t no beggin' for you, please listen |
| Maybe I’m committing treason boy that’s what the streets missing said it (Ugh!) |
| I had me a dream thinking I was speaking to the best of my team |
| It’s time to go get it the Getty Address and the ghetto evanescence, |
| the mess come on it’s a pest of a message |
| A pacifist naw |
| So where are my dogs, where my boss bitches and where are my hogs |
| We’ll do what we want to |
| I’ll stand on my own two |
| Don’t you need a leader that will do whatever the cost |
| What the fuck does it cost? |
| (Ahhh!) Break yourself |
| This revolution, this is Martin Luther |
| Mixed with taste of Malcolm, count of Kunta |
| Change my name I feel like Malcolm Luther King Professor Jr |
| Say that this senatorial |
| On how you speak when you stand the steps of block four |
| What it feel like the Lincoln Memorial |
| How we came back to the future my throne is Delorean |
| Ya’ll should’ve know this shit |
| I speak in delerian (?) |
| Man nobody gettin' near the kid |
| Don’t bring me that drama |
| And stress like tomorrow |
| (?)ricky lake in my aquarian, fish in my scene (?) |
| Its official to me that my vision is free |
| So I live and I breathe with indefinite breeze |
| Better watch when I blaze (??) |
| I’m thinkin' I would never let another nigga come and try to take my life |
| Softness in your numbers, straight bitch in your eyes |
| This feeling that I get is satisfaction |
| I swear I couldn’t name a price |
| I leave you all onto your own devices |
| But I’m hopin' that you think it twice |
| Notice where you at |
| Know this ain’t your home |
| Know that everything I did |
| I did it for the block |
| The people man they ain’t alone |
| Peace signs to the peace time |
| Because that came and went |
| I’m pickin' up a bone |
| Meaning that I need a bone to pick |
| Meaning that I think I’m on some shit |
| I think I lost my shit |
| I’m thinkin' I would never let another nigga come and try to take my life |
| B-B-Better forever, forever better |