4th Dimension

Yeah yeah
Yeah
Poetic mindset chopper go ring whenever I set up
That tripod, why oh why God do I gotta live like this
It's another day another mission
Niggas is down bad in the trenches
Niggas complaining steadily bitching (Steadily bitching)
Why is ya bitching (Why is ya bitching)
It's the, fourth dimension where I'm from
Niggas not acting better not run
Cause most of these niggas be shooting for fun
Pack a gun with ya
None of these bullets gone miss you
Guarantee they gone hit you
They shot my granny I had enough
Now I got an issue with these niggas
They really not gangsta they just pulling triggers
These niggas be acting like they making figures
These niggas be acting like they riding with you
Until you get locked and then they forget you
Damn, you niggas is chumps
You niggas is trash ya belong in the dumps
Number two I said that more than once
Number two I said that more than once
One time is all that I need
You ain't on the same level as me
I really be writing poems instead of songs
So listen up please
This ain't art class
But I got my pencil and easel
Tank full of all that diesel
Coal rolling bitch I'm evil
Don't trust nobody
Trust no soul
Hell nah
Niggas get they chance fuck you over
Man that's dead wrong
Why I got all this red on
Why can't I keep my head on
Why'd I make this damn song
The Here After
Been dead all along
If you thinking that you got it like me, then come off the top
You niggas ain't on the same level as me
Ya niggas might as well stop
You niggas ain't Edo for real
You niggas ain't paying no bills
You niggas are living with ya momma
Yeah, and that shit is real

Aye
If you took offense to that last line
Then it was meant just for you
Cause I don't give fuck nigga
I don't give a mother fuck bitch

From the bottom bitch you know how we coming
I'm not working overnight for nothing
Prepping that dough put that in the oven
Watch it rise up, bitch I just love it
Butter it up cut it in pieces, put that shit up
Save it for another day
When a nigga get hungry
Poetic mindset, is it my time yet
Niggas be acting like I'm a BomB threat
Where is yo God at
Is it my time yet
Yelling this shit in my head
Nigga where is my mind at
I done been gone way too long
I get lost in my songs
I get lost in my songs, yeah
Writing this shit in my room
Thinking about making this my tomb, nah
Take the blade slide it down your wrist in the middle we'll see you soon
Yeah, them be the voice in my head
They want me to kill myself instead of
Living a better life fed up
Living a better life fed up
Fourth dimension living, this is my killing
Hands to the ceiling
Do I gotta mention
I don't fuck with ya
Hell nah
Now I know that I'm dead wrong
Need me a shoulder put my head on
Need me a shoulder to put my

Oh shit what the fuck
Oh
Somebody
What the fuck