Jove Beats - Block 4 lyrics

[Verse 1: Kim] Post up and then pour something, I'm thirsty.. Lay low with the peso cuz 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 f** 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 sh** Boy finessed it Feeling like a n***a rated level 99 in the 2000's 2Pac and from the east side they gon eat 5 in the coupe phantom Thats real Yeah [Chorus: Kim] What you all on my block 4 What you all on my block 4 What you all on my block 4 What you all on my block 4 10 10 10 10! Busting back like a 40cal Cuz this Glock 4 a dead end Yeah! [Hook: Kim] Post up and then pour something, I'm thirsty Lay low with the peso cuz they turfing Carlo came with the sticky icky green Exchange with the Arabs for the nicotine [Verse 2: King Los] I told that b**h like I go for head, thats cyclops Chevy sittin' on 24's Thats shotclocks I got the top hot in the high top I'm talkin' high tied at the yatch dock Get ya mouth wired and ya eye socked If you pop a fly like the White Sox I'm like Popeye cuz I like guap Or green or spinach or Whatever ya call it my n***a I'm winnin', spittin' and politickin' Gettin' it regardless In regards to my enemies And sending cigars to my n***as 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 k**in' you n***as with so much pa**ion The sh** f** around and sound romantic God dammit I'm a k**er The leather in the Bentley like thriller Got zippers on it And the motherf**er got slippers on it And you motherf**ers got zippin' but It is not a n***a trippin' on it Got b**hes on the dick into 'em with the form Plus I shoot like Curry with the form Got b**hes 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 n***a [Bridge: Kim] 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 sh** I think I lost my sh** n***a I would never let another n***a come and try to take my life Softness in your numbers, straight b**h in your eyes [Verse 3: Kim] 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 Where are my dogs, where my boss b**hes 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 f** does it cost (Ahhh!) Break yourself This revolution, this is Martin Luther Mixed with taste of Malcolm, Kunta Change my name I feel like Malcolm Luther King Professor Jr Say that dissent