Lyrics 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
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