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In the 4 til I die
In the 4 til I die
In the 4 til I die
In the 4 til I die
In the 4 til I die
In the 4 til I die
In the 4 til I die
In the 4 til I die
Yeah, mind been kinda funky
How come I’m still tweaking even though I’m getting money?
Only hit my line when they want something from me
Fuck em all, I’m still a dawg
I can’t help but laugh
I know that they mad
See me and my dawgs winning stunting on they ass
Shit I would be mad too
What I make come straight from the backrooms
Posted with my dawgs look like the Legion of Doom
So much smoke up in the air they call a firetruck
In the 4 posted up with this berry Dutch
The way it hit my chest feel like a semi truck
I don’t like no one around me if you ain’t my mud
Way I got this fire on me bitch I feel like Kane
Sally like the Undertaker that’s my brother mane
Two of the hardest crackas in the game
Couple years later bitch I’m still sipping on Minute Maid
I’m that Grey cracker who love to hate
Boy got pressed like detonate
Pushing P’s can’t runaway
Sal ain’t taking no rest day
Hands up like a seminar
Dumpin bodies in the reservoir
Get up out my DM's
Mane it’s fuck all these A&R's
1 on me feel like Cam
2 blunts in my hand
3 on me on my Dale shit
Run em over damn
4 til die
Got that river city high uh
Fuck bout yo pride boy
Get walked down goodbye hoe
I’m out here, on my son
Won’t stop til I’m in the earth
Still poppin what stop the hurt
Steady tweakin I’m on alert
On a shirt, where you goin
Pockets lookin, real Samoan
I be on my Chong shit
Up in smoke, steady toking
Tables, ladders and them chairs
Sally flying through the air
Breathing smoke, fuck the air
All this clapping feel like Flair (woo!)
Grey that Mr. automatic
I been balling autocratic
Now I’m cracking up they wanna
Put me in a room with padding
In the 4 til I die
In the 4 til I die
In the 4 til I die
In the 4 til I die
In the 4 til I die
In the 4 til I die
In the 4 til I die
In the 4 til I die
