4:48

I got my 48 on lock Quarter all up in my socks 4:48 on clock About to punch the clock Response to a call A nigga tryna cop God damn, this shit don't stop Shit I'm fuckin shot 48 hours, I'm up tic Tock I'm tryna top my conglomerates But honestly my profit is moderate I stop and I contemplated Of how my process is modulated by my projects Yeah I be pondering Oh shit what time is it I ain't tryna stop and pitch My clientele to my competition Cuz my eviction I can't petition I'm on a mission my nigga I'm on commission Constant commissions of drug possessions with distribution intentions My block is tension Body's dropping The cops is watching Forgot to mention The spot we rest is our shot connection's Another text message Where the fuck you at Nigga call me back Ak Fall back Yo It's a fact That my faculty Got static I stand with A holy matrimony Of origin Ls GF niggas That ill smack a phony My strap is on me Got the cheese I'm tryna eat You look like macaroni But fuck that shit Let's get back to the story A ratchet glory Battle won By the baddest son That's werd to Gladys' son He looked in my eyes Schooled the kid on being wise Reason all the time Maybe that's the reason I decide To lay my hammer I won't get nailed if I pass my plastic to TTime Another ring shit that's three times I dapped my mans gave him peace sign Raised up off the couch up in the trap house Toked my roach and put the ash out It's Time to work and get this cash now Hit the hatch now Latch the hatch I'm bout to head out Sped out Dead out is the elevator That never made a Hesitater out of a paper chaser I hit the stair cases And brace the look on my face is just a flat painless Tainted from staring at mad cases I Mastered the basics Mass in my patience Bagging and weighting Nigga I'm waiting He tryna dictate and I ain't accommodating Nigga Meet me in building 8 This the place the exchange took place The nigga paid me My life is crazy 16 a nigga he feel like he aging I'm pacing I'm racing skating to my building lobby Behind me A grimey cop Hernandez this fagot dying to find me Tryna remind me That I could be remanded Demanding He wanna know the spot Fucking crooked cop Hand in my crotch Grabbing my cock Like I'm a thot Shit I'm about to lose my scholarship A scholar I conjured up the intricate plot Hit em with the pitch like I'm here To visit my pops Bi-passed The Trespass Im dodging the system Prison is not Lodged in my isms This knowledge is power It's followed with wisdom I'm Spittin the cyph To shed light Right through the prisms Know your conditions And hone your position And own your decisions This for my fallen niggas Lost in collisions In spaford and bridges Rikers and prisons Who lost they envisions To offer provisions This shit was written My scriptures is for the children My scriptures for the children Fire fire This shit OD fire