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Rockin' forty belows (ah), these niggas is hoes (ah)
Miraculous flows, grip the MAC when I pose (brr)
Click-clack with the fours, mismatch with the poles

10 Bricks

Raekwon

Only Built 4 Cuban Linx, Pt. 2

2009

all me, thirty four shines, forty four lines
I just chill like Aaron Hall, writing raw rhymes
Like, threw Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade bezel
When I

car everyday that it's sunny
Volume on 40,  J.Cole going dummy
And I'm dressed looking funny but a little bit of drip like Dasani
Green hair coloured

One two three four five
One two three four five
One two three four five
One two three four five

One two three four five
One two three four five
One

Barely a dollar to my name
Lint up in my pocket
Pint to ease the pain, was the only way to stop it
4th quarter stressin'
I'm runnin' low on options

out might let her sit on yo face
Up in the kitchen I'm cookin up bread fuck the bacon and eggs
I dont pay hitters I personally come for yo head quote

26 Miles (Santa Catalina)

The Four Preps

Best of the Four Preps

1967

trees and girls.
If I have to swim I'd do it forever till I'm gazin' on those island pearls.
Forty kilometers in a leaky old boat,
Any old thing

that I’m reaping 
What I’m sowing is a mystery 
40 or you’re 85 
 Just a bunch a kids to me 
Guitar by my side 
So know I’m bumbin 
Hits to be 
Listen

Raised by the internet chemical imbalance
Got addicted to an apple I was only 4th grade
Got addictions I can't handle chemicals all in my brain

I'm

should be a road of mistakes
Or a race with no brakes, what keep a mental on blank
4/20 hours a day, I zone out thinking, what's the power move
When I have

down and out
Busy screens, well past three
By four it doesn't count yeah
I need to get some sleep
Oh, but the feeling's not that deep
One by two
I'm

a check(Aye,aye)[00:55.44]Mama said I'm reckless(Ha)[00:58.60]How you talk shit with no money?[01:00.10]Boy, you rack-less[01:01.40]Hahaha(Oh)[01:02.84]Got moncleezy on my

retarded
Snort coke off my .40
Send you up, like i'm Bardi
You look in the sky, you see a bullet party
Jack his Aston Martin, and juggin' his wallet (Damn)

'll never tell
There's no reaction, no one knows my hell
But for these four walls

I'm clawing at the door but nobody's there
I'm choking down the words of my

a phony, I had to do it by my lonely
So, wassup? Hmm
Aye, bust a .40 round in his head
I told `em "what's up?" to his face now he dead
Yuh, they call me

getting turnt
Nineteen Gen with zombie tips, I'm leaving all these n***** burnt
Fat forty in my pants make a n**** jerk
Four-five made him hit his dougie,

the ounce, I smoke it by the pound
Ain't sweepin' no beef up under the rug, you gotta take these slugs (doo, doo)
Before I give this bitch this dick, I'm

(Euro Gotit)
I'm gripping on little shawty neck
I call her Da Baby cuz she put that bop in it
Spent about 40 thousand on the bezel 
cnother 20 put

I'm in a Benzo coupe switching Lanes on my way to the loop
Gimme sloppy toppy baby don't play by the rules
Either way it go jigger brassy gone Stay with

guys who write rhymes from the heart
Twenty four chambers of love six layers of funk
One creator above and not a chance that we ever giving up
My DNA

and the moon is staying far away
Staying out too long, getting sunburnt today
Yeah the summertime feels got me going real crazy
Ain't no rollercoaster cause I'm

Thursday's got the energy (one, two, one, two)

I'm hating them turns in Laurel Canyon
I'm stranded, which side is I'm on
Susan Sarandon is candid
These

so it's feeling like I won
Feeling like I'm twenty two, still second to none

Stumbling don't know where I go
Might stay but I still don't know

on
Feel like I'm in my prime ain't even thirty years old

Feel like I'm in my prime but I know that isnt right
Cuz I'm turning twenty-nine I'm just ahead