Four The Fuck Of It - IshDARR

Why I gotta talk like this, act like that?

I ain’t bout' to bite my tongue, hold my breath

Do I really love her, Im so convinced

I don’t want another I told her this

Bankroll stamped with my print, say I’m on it again

I would count up my losses, and multiply them by wins

Make them love it (Yeah they do)

Quit that judging (Who are you)

Selling lies where you lost

No excuses for my faults

My third tape in the vault, with the gang

Know I trust, Yelling fuck every label

They will never get us

City goes so crazy, land of the shady

Know it’s that 414 baby

Turn it high

Uplift

Make em' vibe off this

Knew the music all we had, so we would die for the shit

They won’t cop it if it’s false, so you don’t lie about shit

Diamond for my momma, Damier my bracelet on a bitch

I’ll say it louder if I got to

I don’t think these niggas near me

You weary

I’m frisky

On edge

Do not tempt me

The feeling, she say I be killing them, so gently

(I'm on, on)

On edge, everything they said I shouldn’t

One nine, do the things they said I couldn’t

Comfortably laid back at 4am

Say the life legit, is it made for him

Made for those stars, we ain’t aim for them

Open up the doors, gang is moving in

MVP had 6 rings up, had six rings up in this sixth

Since the icey shoe, dreaming in the fifth

No complaining, tell em we gone make our way

Beaming in the 7, smoke an eighth a day

Love in the west, take it to the bay

Now they want the vocals, Imma' compensate

Holy book, bring the vinyls out the crates

Lost niggas, promise we gone be okay

Fuck the hate mail, for the fan page

Richie chain glisten on a dark day

Why I gotta talk like this, act like that?

I ain’t bout' to bite my tongue, hold my breath

Do I really love her, Im so convinced

I don’t want another I told her this

Bankroll stamped with my print, say I’m on it again

I would count up my losses, and multiply them by wins

Make them love it (Yeah they do)

Quit that judging (Who are you)

Selling lies where you lost

No excuses for my faults

My third tape in the vault, with the gang

Know I trust, Yelling fuck every label

They will never get us

City goes so crazy, land of the shady

Know it’s that 414 baby

Turn it high

Uplift

Make em' vibe off this

Knew the music all we had, so we would die for the shit

They won’t cop it if it’s false, so you don’t lie about shit

Diamond for my momma, Damier my bracelet on a bitch