Lyrics:
You can't walk by us and talk fly or we'll hogtie ya
Nickel done fucked around and caught fire
I carry the torch and split a nigga up-up
Somebody
chance to come through
I've been known to hide within my own walls
Jewelry in my ice so that I don't fall
Onto higher prices, and escape with
All my
you can't trust nobody
I hold my own strap
They ain't gotta hold that for me
And slide by my baby momma crib
With the mac on me
Man since her cousin in
like she would fuck the wall in
So I said whats happening
Shorty what the business
Picture you and me riding 4-wheel spinning
5-star living
1st
The streets say I'm the hottest and a nigga still modest
I'm just being honest
Back to the wall, never let 'em get behind us
Mac in my draws fitting right in my
(Tobi, just do it)
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?
That good dope got me looking just like Johnny Dang
Louis Vuitton umbrella when I walk through
that R.I.P. flow, here go
That type of freak show, with three shows that we don't need no more help
That Givenchy go for three, just me Rozay
somehow spinnin' around
Wheel me down the hallway, arms strapped down
With sedatives.
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Hangin' all out the neck from the IV
Sedatives for
Night falls much too soon around here
Patience child stand strong stand your ground
Never me could have been someone else
Four walls deep inside my
I wake up
I look around me
I stay up
Four walls surrounding
And they know
My heart is pounding
If they talked
They would be shouting
Shouting in my
And the dusty couch
You would run around
To try and catch me through the house
And the worn out rug
And the door above
Could not walk by without
walked out, she asked for one more
They got scared, and left, so now there's four
Four wack crews outside playing around
I said I'll take you wall on, now
I can feel these four walls around me
I can feel them closing in on me
But I know there's someone out there
Ready and waiting
For the chance
Two-inch white walls, Vogues and Zeniths
You gotta be right when you side with be
It ain't too when they're fuckin with me
(What you got?) Gold tone
the villian, keep niggaz feelin
My trigger finger enhancin peelin
your dome piece with the chrome piece fat
I'll fuck around, black, catch a Mac to ya back
showing niggas her rings
I said bitch, I ain't impressed with that
Why the fuck is every briefcase short by at least ten stacks
We had a mil' in each
[Chorus: x 4]
It's goin' be 187 after 187
It's goin' be blukah after blukah out my MAC-11
[Juvenile]
They got a lot of.. niggas tryin' ta.. get me
[Chorus: x 4]
It's goin' be 187 after 187
It's goin' be blukah after blukah out my MAC-11
[Juvenile]
They got a lot of.. niggas tryin' ta.. get me
waxed by body she let me crash
She knew her loving was def, she didn't waste time to ask
[Hook]
Up the next morning, feeling good as hell
Sleeping
four walls
As the hands inside the clock fall
Everything that I had is history
It drives me mad
The life I knew will be unlashed in time
We're prisoners
got a chop I
Be playing with the flow
Like, how y'all suckas gon' hate on me
Know half y'all sucka done ate off me
Like gon' fuck around with the eight
peepin' at my ghost
Money made me iller, already was realer
Young kings killin', young kings over skrilla
That's why I ride around mac on me like I was
I hit the city by 3
And the bottle by 4
I'm thinkin about the shit that I pulled the night before
And by the party at midnight
Everything's cool
for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because
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