4th Quarter

You, you,
Gone learn your lesson
You, I said you gon' learn your lesson
You gon' learn your lesson
I see you want it all
But I told you I wasn't ready
If it ring, fuck the phone
I'm the only man existing
Ain't no more wishing
Ain't no more tripping

Gone learn your lesson
I see you want it all
But I told you I wasn't ready
If it ring, fuck the phone
I'm the only man existing
Ain't no more wishing
Ain't no more tripping

When I'm on shrooms life be HD
Lock in get tunnel vision
You think I'm a dog in the day
In the moon, I'm a werewolf
You gone hate me
Weed I smoke a ton,
Don't try to run, it ain't no chasing
Look what I've become
Nah bitch look what you made me
Made me, lately
Lately, my mood been fuck all you hoes
I'm tryna run my wealth up
Standing on ten toes
When I fall, don't need your help up, no
You can't never fold
Never sell your soul
Through the pressure, grow
Get it on the road
I would never lie to you
So what you want to know

I be acting blind
I know its secrets you ain't told
Depend on what she ask
She might just end up out the door
Depend on how you act, my niggas leave you on the floor
I'm not defending no more lame shit
I peep it then you gone
Nigga, if you hit a lane switch,
Hit the gas and see how far you go
Nigga see how far you go
Money language, speak it slow
We go back, yeah, that's my bro
They don't know about at the store

In my city, it get cold
Real thotties get exposed
But I like bitches that be nasty
When it's hot outside
Don't waste no time she throwing ass cheeks
Winter time, I'm locking in
Fourth quarter if you ask me
But I ain't talking bout cuffing bitches, I'm talking
Bout running shit up like a athlete
Nah, bitch, it ain't no track meet
Yeah



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Writer(s): Jamal Ware
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