Lyrics:
spit flows
And everybody wanna pop like crypto
Social dystopia. Big bro
Roaring twenties but it feels like eighty four
Wanna change course but oh well
the bitches smilin'
A little diamond
Keep the pussy for a little while and
I'll be gone
Mr. tony street tycoon
Lounging, 4 rottweilers, 5 bedrooms (hey)
(intro)
I was born to take the heat I keep the heater that’s 4sure,
Saving money ain’t too easy being a rapper tryna blow,
I had worked a 9-5 but
One time for the hoes who act right
Two times trying live that fast life
Three times trying to beat my past life
Four times seem right it ain't
They call me on my celly, I miss it like five times
Pack landed at four, we sold that shit by five
Told my mum not to worry, its comin' in due time
I
nut on her face (Chasethemoney, Chasethemoney)
Ooh-wee, girl, smile for the face cam (ew)
Big truck, four by four
Might be a Ram, change the color
Look in the mirror we gone scream holla records (murder man)
that's my homies that be screaming in the grave yards
Ughhhhhhhh Scream its wicked out
twenty four a pop
fourtyfour a song nigga give me what you got
i'm into to drivin cars push them off the lot
i'm into shuttin stores down just so i can
whatcha you workin wit, ha, I'm workin wit a mil, nigga what
You ain't heard
Chorus: (repeat 4x)
What you workin wit, what you workin wit, what you workin
When five-oh roll, they say what's the M.O
Another rapper was hit, by Mister Slow Flow
Cause on my second return, I had to come correct
Takin nuttin but
like day time
3 songs in as many tries
'n 4 hits deep
This one make five
6 deep ya that’s how I ride
7 shooters by my side
8 shawtys they blowin' mines
what I'm saying cause
I just wanna kick it with you
Yeah, yeah
4th and Lehigh I will meet you
There, there
You say you like nature, let's chill
know I keep it One hundred
(A hundred)
Spitting bars by the dozen
Everyone loves it
Bringing all the heat yeah
Fresh from the oven
Feeling like an insect
that yoppa by the bed nigga french toast
Black Phantom out front nigga space ghost
Word on the street you looking for 4 and a heezy
Just pull up in
at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearing the 4-5
It ain't to play games with you
It's to aim at you, probably maim
maybe 5 years When I got me some mills and a crib By the sea
Hate me or love me it really don't Matter cuz Imma still get it, by any Means, by any means
a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don't need
Starin' at these four walls, angry that they're starin' back
Took a while, now it's finally understood
Would we change it if we could?
I swear if this is
(Watch when a n**** hop out the V12, V12)
Watch when a n**** hop out the V12, V12
Remember n***** had to thug it,
We was walkin' in the rain
Payed
my chrome hit the light
X-ray vision, when I size niggas up
See two wheels fall off, when I ride nigga what
two four, three sixty five, hugging
a prick
Rule number two
Be the ish
Rule number three
Run the biz
Rule number four
Never be legit
Rule number five
Run from pricks
Rule number six
all night until three, four
Five years ago, yeah it’s quite a long story
Ten years ahead, see you with your own family
And maybe by that time you will
judgement
Tried by jury of my peers but where the judge went?
What will my legacy be?
Who will my enemy be?
In due time as I write this rhyme
I don't
With four or five niggas that's musclebound
Send your head to the taxidermist
Won't be satisfied, till I get my face on a thermos
You got to earn
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