Lyrics:
(Four Quarters)
(Man my boy Joc been doing this music shit for a minute
Boy keeping the foot on the pedal
He ain't stopping no time soon man, don't
successful
We'll consider them our foes
Go home to our 4 roomates after
Payin' big bucks for rockstars shows
What a nightmare! what a horror! i
Don't want no
each other brothers
Because we are all brothers by god
We must all stand up for each other and are own freedom
Us brothers all have a special place in
Yea, four gold albums, one platinum plaque
Still shining i get my record hot
They tried to tell me keep grinding
Live in Miami
How I’m pposed to get some
trending
Just to sell a album who are you kidding
I let the music speak for itself
Why ya shit on a shelf waiting for labels to tell you what's next
Been
the 9
Like it's 4th of July, but I wasn't paying mind
I was too busy playing Need For Speed and Halo on that Xbox
Fell Asleep, woke up, than I did it
that prey on Dwight Howard and Shaquille
Not them throwback rats they be on showin' on college hill
For real, I think my first album sold five mil'
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
with a fake bb gun,
Something like putting in work every day, 4:30 pm, you fight sleep,
cnd minimum 16 hours a day of toil always on yo feet,
You can't
niggas is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere
There it is, plain and simple like Jigga
think them buds tainted
Sell the album, they may lock me up for drug slanging
Gotta stay resilient, 'cause the average person loves hating
Running plays,
positive, but this life is full of strife
And I'm tired of trying to conquer it
Lord always thinking negative what will go wrong will go wrong
Until the beast
multiple platinum albums for an awful rapper
I'd rather get a real job than be a struggle rapper
I'd rather pay it forward than to hustle backwards
I'm
38.4 seconds in and im about to kill the flow
Hop in my car, tank almost empty, im about to go
Album been teased for a few months, i hope you ready
she turns four
Learning to read, learning to write
Her walk home her mother's laugh
Her parents argue about the same things
Her first friend conflict
Jordan 'em
Number one albums what I got, like four of 'em
More of them on the way, the eighth wonder on the way
Clear the way, I'm here to stay
Y'all
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
IT COULD END UP GOLDEN LIKE FLEECE (4x’s)
|VERSE #1| DucePlaya
Nah you aint opp’in it you aint rocking hits, you aint repped the home, you aint been
Your favourite artist has been found out
Album is out already
This verse is kinda heady
But its all written by me
Oh can't u see
I'm going steady

I
lonely until I find someone
Yah and then your music is gonna completely change
It'll be like four years from now like hey ryan dropped a new album
It's
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
all wanting all the music, about the people I'm writing about
Nobody shout, I wanna get so many people to be leaving a positive message
In the flip
cuffs
When I'm sick, I don't cough
Receiving laugh by giving fun,
Somebody's best friend for like 4 minutes
My feeling heart giving puns,
Prolly stressing
me endangering
never knew it too busy sharp shooting
little fishes don't get caught by this harpoon bitch
it�s just music meet my instruments
OG say
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