Lyrics Block 4 - KIM, King Los

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