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what I say like glasses
Words talk but the loud is actions 
Chalkboard soul black can't erase that 
Circle small like dots in Pac-Man
I just rolled up

know
Got the high school feeling
Give me some more
Control you like remotes
Pick you up around 4
It's a early day
Help create the pesos
Stack racks

4STMAN
Dem say i don dey do too much
Say i no dey talk to dem
Say i no dey beg for food again
Pe moti ngberaga
God no be dem
Dem no be God
Don't care

know the things that I'm about to say
Cause I won't have it any any other way, yeah
Come a little closer let me whisper
I'mma grab her by the waist so I

Four wheels rolling down thirty five
High tailing through the crackling rain
Black smoke filling up the rearview
Kicking myself because I'm running

You mad I Guess, yeah
She mad again I guess I get it, yeah
I ain't hear, what you said, but I bet it's bad
M.I.A. to myself, don't know where you

hells bells
We finna attack
Pirates goons you know what it is
Thief's Killa's we up in this bish
Jon Abrams in with the hit
Kill shot you should just quit

take over
You gotta take a number
Oh I get it don't let it go
Like a bottle by the neck
Sip till it fills my chest
Then spark it up
Spark it up
Oh

say I tried to save her held her up by a dread
Pass the money under table cash win over pigs
Until they see the brown pigment now they reaching for lead

Enter my exhibition
A complicated beginning
That is the heart's enrichment
Tailed by an interesting transition
That causes a persona division

getting short
At least when I'm gone
Was a reasonin for it
As the nights get long
Days get shorter
This shit getting clutch
Last 10 4th quarter
Give

Hold up
Wait a minute
I just bumped my head and now I'm seein double digits
See my future and its lookin like its seven figures
Who'd have figured

the light
Count up the breesh
Call up treesh give her the bizz
Freaking it yea beating yea
She taking my kids yea
I’m from the 4 I don’t need to teach

listen, Uh
I'm cookin' up in the kitchen
Big backwood it fuck up my vision
That Nigga mad he see that I'm
Winning, Uh
Bitch I be gettin' the chicken
Uh

it all behind and my past rewinds
Two horns on my head that is three times
Four pills in my brain I don't care though
Crush 'em down and they going up

5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Lift off
Lift off
Hop off
Get off
Hop off
This car
Your stop
Is on
My lot
Do that
For my block
Ey
Run it back
Ey
Lift off
Hop off
Get

It's getting tedious within these four walls
Seen one seen them all

Every time you cough or sneeze
Vilified by the paranoia police
Just gotta put up

how I wonder
Third eye
And four quarters how I'm coming
Yeah
Quick math, that's a hundred
Buck
Multiply we trying to double up
Multiply
Know we got it

Oh-oh, ooh, oh-oh, oh

True for she
She climbed her way up in this bed
Singing melodies
Run my fingers in her hair
Singing, "Come to me"
First

count up these bands can't hear what you saying
I stand by my lonely can't rock with no friends
On the family involved I'ma show you how to ball
I can

a widows crime
That shows its the end of time
Find a way home by eleven
Or next time we'll sing in heaven
8, 9, 10, obsession
Sparkin up a fire tell my gun I

I don't relate to you fuck niggas
Don't believe what you said
We got the streets in a figure four
Lock this shit by the leg
Walked thin ice

Woke up out the bed grab my pistol brush my teeth
Then I take a shit got to watch what I eat
Spark me up a blunt then I listen to a beat
Got to watch

a dangerous ride
Do what you can and do it again
But baby you won't get by

You decide, if it's him or if it's me
You decide, how it's gonna be
You decide, if