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4th Quarter
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Don't mind me Uh Let that man get passed Ay yo This beat smell like a trench coat, obey the code It gets colder when you come around coyote's cousins Calamity unfortunate to suffer consequences Over sh*t that never really wasn't, you f**king cowards The game turn sour, shower me in fake compliments Compete in secret, jealousy is a weakness n***as try to disarm you in a plot to harm you The upper crust be the flakiest, I must alarm you Bullet wound aesthetics believers, atheists Ricochet, hit your gallbladder, shatter ya pancreas Don't make me compromise my position 'Cause honestly, you rapper n***as not in no position To joust, my circle small like a momma house You n***as small time, Willie the all-time great f**k the small talk, from the generating small fortunes To big fish in a small pound, no small portions Pour champagne, cop Porsches, hang portraits Until my name start popping up on your Forbes list Gorgeous, moving accordingly, you outta order I cut the ribbon brick and mortar 4th quarter For my physical, we pop Motu Viget early The human highlight, I'm SportsCenter replay worthy Don't worry, my sturdy It wasn't tampered, my jersey hung in rafters Your lineage that of n***as who hustle backwards, yo My training method got my brain respected By prize fighters, bright thinkers, they Einsteins The snakes lie where that fine line was Between the love and hatred A life's taken so your gun is sacred Fine diner, how my lunch is plated Snapple with the sauce and verde I'm on my third plate, superb word play, yes I turned the block into my workplace, I tax per day I'm throwing stacks at my b*t*h bag Whoa, that's a lump in the clutch Wax bags and rubbers bands, bundles and up The top is the bottom of my peak Overseer, Supreme Being This sh*t sound like connect theme music I'm a push my pen long as mu bread keep moving In the red seats cruising, I just left East Houston Trying to put the play together, but the dreads keep shooting Lord mob, my code name, hot as propane On the stove range My kind of music drives its own lane Through the knowledge, grown man, we buy our own land Hijack it and we trap it, we just pirates on sand Breaking off the plates and shaking off the drugs We just baking raw cake and let the whole club taste it Bars on display like a scar on your face Book Flee for a session, get charged for the day Approach like a wold when he wanted the deer And shot a five in your head, I put tunes in your ear Yo, I be looking at the future, they be choosing to stare Put that ray off the page, I be using my fears Doing projects in a week that'll take 'em a year n***a, you feet fell asleep 'cause you was glued to the chair pu**y n***a I said your feet fell asleep 'cause you was glued to the chair What the f**k is up Wo Appreciate you King We got work to do Lord mob
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