G4 (feat. Nahncenz)

Young selector, sound proofing the home base Racking up, before I get the dome face Was gonna sell the white right before I sold plates Bars of the hard when I kill it is a cold case I'm doing laps on these niggas yeah it's no race Copping row boats, speeding at a slow pace Don't need no pussy bae, she like to rock the gold lace We need that dough before plotting on our own place Paying bills first Better make the skills work Mils in my kills peep the reels, yet I still search Working very hard cause I can see them deals lurk Took some time to heal, when I rap now my feels murk Looking at me crazy, tryna know what I got I know what I know... and I know it ain't a lot Only having morsels when they ask for food for thought Left the plate in the microwave, nuke it, make it hot We still make a feast from those leftovers Another wrong answer ain't another thing to stress over Mind made prison, don't know where the exit is Thinking about the chicken, but my mind on thighs and breasteses... How do you ensure safe travels after burned bridges? After thoughts cloud the tunnel vision in the trenches Lou Will, had to get my shot up off the benches True feel, new skills... rocking your whole teams defenses Spitting c4 on this g4 Everybody need love Give it, then they need more Madness Circumstances breeding sociopaths and a half Shit tragic Leave it in the past then Don't be that nigga still twiddling his fingers over bitches he ain't bagged yet Was on a half step Now I'm leaping over lovers that I looked up to You can have that I had a growth spurt I ain't tryna bounce back You was just a lesson learned I when a nigga lacked facts Dick kept Me numb so I guess you made an impact Swallow all your demons Fun fucking with an empath Keys open doors Used to build others while my needs was on the floors And I was bleeding from my pores Bowing to perception till my knees was running sores Thought they was being selfish now that greed has run its course Green in the saber, yes I'm teaming with the force It's the fam in the function Eating, niggas lunchin Couple grams in the dutch The runts is very pungent Soft for my fam but I keep it hard as tungsten Soft for no one, my hoes know I don't come quick Main thing a freak but she act like she don't suck Sauce prego We building like a lego Kill it like Kratos While we kick it in Barbados Played a lot by ear, this as musical as it's gon get Still feels good depending how the tone hits Told her, I know we moving fast, but it's a slow grind We keep at it, on the anniversary we slow whine With our hips, not our mouths, those run enough Feet to the floor, can't let the good times run from us So out we chase The feelings we can't replace Move the clutter to the gutter Can't trip up making pace A good time only hurts those who ain't involved Not acting like every problem can't be solved Don't wanna feel helpless, when I ain't one to call But if the answer ain't inside me, I can't fake that shit at all Y'all need to come to terms We the squadron They buy what you serving when you give them no option We a constant Bow down to a baddie and the beasts Everybody can't be bosses I wear a crown but the only thing heavy is my pen I'm a win What I look like taking losses? Peasant please Born royalty Ancestors told me make em bleed and regret they ever crossed us Divine purpose Looking for a leader Find 3 when you search us If you need a follower, the fakes got a surplus Compare all you need to You can't sort us But stay focused