They ain’t never seen pressure like this... Yeah. 6 rings and a grudge, that’s bliss. Hood prophet, ghetto gospel, ride with a fist. Now run the loop back we don’t ever miss. I don't run, I don't fold, I just talk like the block talk, cold. Tat my name on the street pole, real deep in the game, no cheat code. Slide like I’m made of smoke, eyes red from the sins I wrote. Keep a blade in the quote, I don’t flex, I provoke. (“Talk like the block talk, ay!”) Talk like the block talk, ay! Talk like the block talk, cold. Talk like the block talk, say! Talk like the block talk, GO. OG raised me, court case paid me, Judge tried to box me, bars can’t cage me. Drill in the booth like I drill in the street, But my mic more deadly than a Glock on repeat. I seen hunger wear sneakers with holes, I seen lies get polished in gold. I seen peace get pushed for the paper, Then watch preachers turn shooters with favor. Fast lane, never blink, stay woke, Dreams leak blood on my trench coat. I ain’t gotta flash stacks or blow smoke, When I speak, my truth cut throats. Ten toes down, I don’t dance with fate, But I two-step with rage when it’s gettin’ late. All my sins got wings and a ghetto halo, Tell the devil I’m booked, I ain't never lay low. And when they knock, we don’t peek, we blast. I ain’t got time to dwell in the past. They want peace, but the block need heat, So I speak what the pavement repeat… I don't run, I don't fold, I just talk like the block talk, cold. Tat my name on the street pole, real deep in the game, no cheat code. Slide like I’m made of smoke, eyes red from the sins I wrote. Keep a blade in the quote, I don’t flex, I provoke. (“Talk like the block talk, ay!”) Talk like the block talk, ay! Talk like the block talk, cold. Talk like the block talk, say! Talk like the block talk, GO. We don’t pray for peace, we prepare for pain, 'Cause round here, smiles come with strain. The corner don’t sleep, the block still tense, Even Wi-Fi got static in a room full of sense. Clickbait kings, fake drip with a filter, But my scars come raw, I ain't no image builder. Chain on my neck, but I walk like I’m free, 'Cause the crown don’t shine without blood on the beat. Flex in my stance, pain in my breath, Every line I spit got life or death. No cap, no mask, no Hollywood edit, Just the truth on a loop, and you better not forget it. Let the beat breathe… Let the block speak… Let the real ones chant it in the cold concrete… I don't run, I don't fold, I just talk like the block talk, cold. Tat my name on the street pole, real deep in the game, no cheat code. Slide like I’m made of smoke, eyes red from the sins I wrote. Keep a blade in the quote, I don’t flex, I provoke. (Talk like the block talk, talk like the block talk) Talk like the block talk, yeah! Talk like the block talk, GO! Produced & Written by marz/ J.Cole
