4-1P - Payroll Giovanni

4−1, that’s 5 mile, nigga that’s where I’m from

P stand for Payroll, I get money in lumps

I’m the nigga in the club with the coupe in the front

But I’m barely in the club, I stay away from you punks

I’m usually, in and out of town

Runnin' in and out of pounds

Leavin' in silence, I still hear my money-counter sounds

I’m trynna stay a float, I done seen a lot of niggas drown

I hustled in my city, I ain’t have to get it off the Hound

Built some shit from off the ground

Use to work, we bosses now

Same nigga that you helped, the same nigga talking down

Fuck em though

Million dolla' nigga, that’s with nothin' on

Shield cap?, but I ain’t the nigga you should be comin' for

Cats that go against me, man they end up with the worst luck

Swear this shit is crazy, like they end up with a curse bruh

A thousand for the belt and I ain’t ever got my shirt tucked

Never fucked my plug over and never got my work took

Had a couple niggas run off, they tried to crawl back

But once you show them true colours, I got to fall back

Came up off of hard crack

Nigga this is all facts

Now it’s rap, if I ain’t a hustla, watchu call that?

(Watchu call that)

Use to hide my sack in my ball cap

Now I have my bag in the whole house

One flat in the ol' couch

You mad at me, cause my name in ya whole mouth

And Ion even know the hoe

Control your own spouse

Got the game from Rodrick

Use to cop an ounce of hard and chop it

These rocks to my left is my profit

Came a long way from having rocks in my pocket

Now it’s rocks in my watches

Long live Roc, we still mobbin'

Mashin' on the gas no stoppin'

These labels left a nigga no option

I traffic narcotics

Till I can buy a Benz, no mileage

Told the label, they can keep the stylist

We been on this fly shit (c'mon now)

Way before I even signed shit

Before I jumped in the game, I read the fine print

And accepted everythang that it came wit (I do)

So don’t you ever come at Pay wit no lame shit

I used to rock rose gold to match the frame’s tint

Trappin' wit RJ, I helped him work the day shift

Now me and plastic surgeons got the same whips

Same size house, the marble floors tell me don’t quit (don't quit)

I do it for my fans, not you rap niggas

It was either this or be a crack dealer

Still got my old scales in my vacuum sealer

Tucked away safe, but I ain’t trynna go back nigga

Got the car in drive not reverse (not reverse)

I ain’t gotta tell lies in a verse (not one)

No food fight, but it’s a pie on my shirt

This that crack to type of shit fiends buy on the first

4−1P, niggas know me (yea)

Niggas know me (strathmoor block)

4−1P, niggas know me

Niggas know me

4−1P, niggas know me (know what it is)

Niggas know me (long live roc)

4−1P, niggas know me

1000s in the mattress, all stacked from the street