4-1P

4-1, that's 5 mile, nigga that's where I'm from P stand for Payroll, I get money in lumps I'm the nigga in the club with the coupe in the front But I'm barely in the club, I stay away from you punks I'm usually, in and out of town Runnin' in and out of pounds Leavin' in silence, I still hear my money-counter sounds I'm trynna stay a float, I done seen a lot of niggas drown I hustled in my city, I ain't have to get it off the Hound Built some shit from off the ground Use to work, we bosses now Same nigga that you helped, the same nigga talking down Fuck em though Million dolla' nigga, that's with nothin' on Shield cap?, but I ain't the nigga you should be comin' for Cats that go against me, man they end up with the worst luck Swear this shit is crazy, like they end up with a curse bruh A thousand for the belt and I ain't ever got my shirt tucked Never fucked my plug over and never got my work took Had a couple niggas run off, they tried to crawl back But once you show them true colours, I got to fall back Came up off of hard crack Nigga this is all facts Now it's rap, if I ain't a hustla, Watchu call that? (Watchu call that) Use to hide my sack in my ball cap Now I have my bag in the whole house One flat in the ol' couch You mad at me, cause my name in ya whole mouth And Ion even know the hoe Control your own spouse Got the game from Rodrick Use to cop an ounce of hard and chop it These rocks to my left is my profit Came a long way from having rocks in my pocket Now it's rocks in my watches Long live Roc, we still mobbin' Mashin' on the gas no stoppin' These labels left a nigga no option I traffic narcotics Till I can buy a Benz, no mileage Told the label, they can keep the stylist We been on this fly shit (c'mon now) Way before I even signed shit Before I jumped in the game, I read the fine print And accepted everythang that it came wit (I do) So don't you ever come at Pay wit no lame shit I used to rock rose gold to match the frame's tint Trappin' wit RJ, I helped him work the day shift Now me and plastic surgeons got the same whips Same size house, the marble floors tell me don't quit (don't quit) I do it for my fans, not you rap niggas It was either this or be a crack dealer Still got my old scales in my vacuum sealer Tucked away safe, but I ain't trynna go back nigga Got the car in drive not reverse (not reverse) I ain't gotta tell lies in a verse (not one) No food fight, but it's a pie on my shirt This that crack to type of shit fiends buy on the first 4-1P, niggas know me (yea) Niggas know me (strathmoor block) 4-1P, niggas know me Niggas know me 4-1P, niggas know me (know what it is) Niggas know me (long live roc) 4-1P, niggas know me 1000s in the mattress, all stacked from the street