July The Fourth

(Go Go)
(Ay Ay)

I dont feel none, I just feel numb
I don't hear none, but i hear some
In my ear drums, hate make me kill some
You cant hate me out in public so you hate alone
You cant hate me round everybody else you hate at home
Big Ol Backdoor the bomb, come on this trip i show you some
Perkies make me feel numb, I just try escape
Used to buy the SRT's and flip the plates
Used to go straight to the candy lady get the plates
Eating food my mama smacked my head said "boy better say your grace"
Child stay in your place, ay say child save your face
Kus you gone need that later
You know they dont do no favors
Better go on them moves and capers
How you gone get your shoes for school, how you get pen and paper
They ain't tryna let you borrow none but it got greater later
I got tired of hearing "Sorry son" so i bought me my first bomb
Went outside and made a run now here i come
Trayle, you can see him coming, mama cry like we cut onions
Said her baby boy made something outta nothing
Ay dont do that shit for nothing 4
This for Baby 4, I said that before
But i say it like I ain't said it before
They gone play it for 4
They not playing with 4
I told Gwap to slam the door
Secret stash that's where them hammers go
Nigga its July the 4th
Came back, they brought me back now I'm gone slime the Pope
It's Big Back, slime me ima slime you back
Slimy cat, can you get up out that trunk nigga find a latch
Worried bout the label paying me back
They say you cant be saying that "Fuck em"
Police i be tryna duck em, they think i be up to something
But i dont be doing nothing
I'm just tryna protect myself like everybody else outside
I'm just riding getting high, everybody gettting by
But my new watch was 75
I skate around like Golden Glide
My freezer filled with frozen pies
He hate me it show in his eyes
She love me and I'm knowing why
He plugged me, i love him for life
He paved the way i bought him ice
And I'm not going for that shit twice
I kept on rapping till i got nice
This Amiri denim dont forget to say that bitch
He a Master Splinter, shhh, don't even say that bitch
If she don't reciprocate, dont even save that bitch
Tell em add the demon voice yea, nigga change the pitch



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Writer(s): Justin Bell, Deundraeus Portis
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