BLOCK TALK

Yeah. It’s real on this side. You either build or break, feel me? [Verse 1] Walkin' through the fire with my sins in my pocket, Gold chain swing like a threat — I don't lock it. Mama told me, “Move like a prophet, not a puppet,” But these streets speak loud, and I can’t always duck it. Hopscotch chalk where the bodies used to lay, Now it’s murals on the wall, prayin' karma stay away. 12 circle slow, they don't come to save the day, They just come to check the pulse and scribble names into the clay. I was raised by the sirens, fed by the silence, Grew up with a dream, now I spit it with defiance. Rooftops, block views — this my kind of science, Turn the struggle to a verse, pain into alliance. [Hook] BLOCK TALK — we don’t speak, we just move, Heart cold, but the rhythm still groove. Raised wrong, but I’m tryna make it right, This for every lost soul in the heat of the night. BLOCK TALK — code tight, don’t fold, Even diamonds crack if the pressure too bold. Grew in the cracks where the flowers don’t bloom, Still I rise, full moon in the war room I got trauma in my tone, but it bang like a sermon, Used to pray for a way, now the wheels steady turnin’. Ain’t no love in the trap, just the math and the margins, So I write like a martyr, not a rapper just chartin’. Seen the young kings fall ‘cause they chased fast crowns, Now they faces in the shirts, and the whole block down. But we numb to the pain, just reload and rebound, Tryna juggle life and death while I’m holdin’ this sound. This ain’t rap, this a message in the code, This the light through the bars, this the path through the road. K.Dot in my soul, so I carry every load, Every word built for war, every line worth gold. [Hook] BLOCK TALK — we don’t speak, we just move, Heart cold, but the rhythm still groove. Raised wrong, but I’m tryna make it right, This for every lost soul in the heat of the night. BLOCK TALK — code tight, don’t fold, Even diamonds crack if the pressure too bold. Grew in the cracks where the flowers don’t bloom, Still I rise, full moon in the war room. [Outro] One time for the block that raised me, Two times for the pain that shaped me. Three strikes, still I dodge that fate — Now I speak for the real ‘til the real vibrate.