4th Quarter (feat. Jai Black & Flee Lord)

(Intro)

Don't mind me

Uh

Let that man get passed

Ay yo

(Verse 1 Willie The Kid)

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 shit that never really wasn't, you fucking cowards

The game turn sour, shower me in fake compliments

Compete in secret, jealousy is a weakness

**** 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 **** not in no position

To joust, my circle small like a momma house y

You **** small time ,Willie the all-time great

Fuck the small talk, from 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 Forbes list

Gorgeous, moving accordingly, you outta order

I cut the ribbon brick and mortar 4th quarter

(Verse 2 Jai Black)

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 **** 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 bitch bag

Whoa, that's a lump in the clutch

Wax bags and rubber bands, bundles and up

The top is the bottom of my peak

Overseer, Supreme Being

(Verse 3 Flee Lord)

This shit sound like connect theme music

I'm a push my pen long as my 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 wolf 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

**** your feet fell asleep cause you was glued to the chair

Pussy

****

(Outro)

I said your feet fell asleep cause you was glued to the chair

What the fuck is up Wo

Appreciate you King

We got work to do

Lord mob