4th Quarter (feat. Watson Gono, Briefcasedart & SHLEEPONME)

Chea
Uh

36 minutes in
4th quarter and I ain't break a sweat
These rookies playing catch up
It's so hard for them to catch they breath
Percentage at a new high
Tonight I'm hitting all net
The fans keep calling it a miss
And I ain't even make it yet
It's what you make of it
The hardships I savor it
Knew my worth, I kept my soul
And never tried to wager it
Knew these bars would cut deep
Just like when the razor hit
I don't need my crew
Do these niggas like I'm Jadakiss
And that's in rare form
Like bees when we swarm
Fading all these haters bench players
Always been the norm
Leave 'em tight space
Cluttered like a college dorm
Money come with problems
Ain't no biggie, yeah I'm dead wrong

Like I ain't got it all so leave me alone
I'm honing in cause I'm deep in my zone
And I ain't seeking the throne
The earth is my home
I roam through these spaces well
If I don't make it
It'll be some cold days in hell
You could be yourself or fake it if you play it well
But when the lights on, a roach get exposed
And graves get filled
Cause you ain't keep it thorough witcha self
Now you checked out
Couldn't play the hand that you was dealt
Can't compete, I'm a leader
And my pen's fire
Imma die on the court like I'm Len Bias
Feeling different you could come try us
Yeah
Feeling different you could come try us

The theme song to my ancestors
Have me kicking shit like United Manchester
Different ways of seeing life like
No opps just dealing with investors
Motivated to climb the ladder of successes
Still need that perpetual Rolexes
Plural
Cradle to the grave
Till they throw florals
Face painted on a mural
Life's a test with no tutorial
Wrong move you on the gun memorial
Middle fingers up to them negative fucks
1.5 million I made off trust
Draw a line it's either
Dangerous Minds or Columbine
Niggas get schooled with geometry lines
I'm a god defined

Yeah I said it's 4th quarter
So I gotta kill em
4th down 4th and inches
Touchdown gotta win it
Yeah I'm better under pressure
I can go the distance
And I'm tying up my laces
Set it off Jada Pinkett
Score one for team
That's the gang whatchu mean
Too fast paper chasing
Wu-Tang with the gang
And you know we bout the cream
Add a penny to my dream
Envious when they see me cause I'm off to better things
Way too many bitches
Too petty for you hoes
If I tell you 3 times
Then you know you gotta go
Weas said it's 4th quarter
So you know it's time to blow
I'm a take us to the Super Bowl
Like I'm Nick Foles
And I put that on my soul
I swear to God I get ta steppin
You could go and kick rocks
Barefooted til it's swelling
Got my eyes on the goal
As I'm clutching on this heat
Touching on that woodgrain like the game at the Heats
I don't rap anymore
I be talking on these beats
I'm the topic of discussion
They mention me when they speak
Be careful how you talk
I'm like Freddy when they sleep
Brains Up or brain matter gon' be left on them sheets
Uggh