Aye, Say you smoking who?, not me Cause’ I’m from Four-one-four
Talking crazy on the internet and you gon’ have to go
Where I’m from we living reckless, ain’t no peace it just be violent
Talking stupid you get murdered, so your #ss better stay silent
And i ain’t lyin’ when i say people out here really dying
Praying that i won’t be next, cause’ i don’t really feel like dying
Cause’ i ain’t make it yet, i won’t die till’ i make it
Money on our mind, we keep grinding we ain’t never stopping
Say you four-one-four but you a ho, why you steady lying?
We trying to get that money, ain’t tryna chase a ho
Four-one-four is where we at
Four-one-four is not your #ss
We is smoking on your man, while we flexing all this cash
Drop the low loc, where you at?
And you better not be no rat
If you snitch you end dead
If you snitch you end dead
He gon’ take yo #ss to bed
Go back in the room and get some f#cking lead fore’ he rest, we won’t rest till you dead
We ain’t pressed it’s a test
f#cking moving till’ we go back, back, racks, stacked, on the f#cking track
Finna’ beat yo #ss, till’ you see black
b#tch, watch we ain’t finna’ snap
Grabbing a strap, sh#t we got a task
Finna’ hunt you down, go in with a tact
Then go back out, with a f#cking plaque
Then see us again, as we f#cking laugh
Out here with lee, b#tch you finna’ see
Watch, we’ll take your f#cking kidney
Grab your body throw that sh#t in the sea, hear your #ss plead
And not get charged with second Degree
But see us go back on a f#cking spree
Yeah
Certified Lee
What’s up?
Micheal P
What’s up my n#gg#
Four-one-four b#tch
Yeah
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