Feel it,

Yo,

I'm from the 4 where they battle the foes
And when the poles get opposed by the pole
Then they posin'
Never know why they soul bummin'
Feel like Cole when the clothes bummy
Bitches on the run feel like Pun
For the latin folks
For hispanic folks
Pass the dope
I had a past of hope
But really now I know
I'm the one, we the ones
When they funds runnin' low
Who they hittin for the dough?
If it dial hear a tone from it
I won't answer no mo'
Hit the plug need about 4 mo'
Shawty got that FOMO
Cuz she know I'ma blow someday
And so in turn tryna blow tonight
But I won't go for it
Tryna go forth in this rap game
But this shit is just a game like I said so its changin'
And they nerfin' the real
How many times will a casket get filled
Before we put them guns down?
Ima keep mine up cuz I won't die 'fore a milli get struck
Hen' on ice like it's smackin' the puck
She on me like the pb wit Smuckers
This the jam
They got me pissed at sam
They talkin' taxes
Damn near factions
Damn near fascist
World is a disaster
But fuck that had a Dutch4lunch
We got these big ass blunts
For all these big ass scars
It's like a sucker punch
I call my gas Muhammad
That's Ali
Sting like just one bee
Who could do it like me?
Man the answers unlikely
'N you don't gotta hype me
Said you don't gotta hype me

Uh,
Nah,
I really do this shit

Yea,
And I know I do

Huh,
Lincoln Avenue
Mm,
Yea,
Layton Boulevard
Huh,
Was up on Grant block goin' hard

Souf!

(Beat Switch)

Yo,
I'm from the 4-1-4
They think of giannis and buck signs
I have a hard time catchin' sleep
While they bust nines
The crime rate rise
Young boys wit the fye
Them boys upped it last week
But we not meant to die
But really they woulda passed
It was 3 guns to 1
Luckily we all grown 'n we knew what it was
Just some young boys scared cuz they never could fight
So they grippin' on the metal but they scared of the light
We played nice
'N we all walked away
'Bout 30 minutes later heard a full clip spray
I'm from the 4-1-4