Lyrics Fourth Quarter - J Nics

Ridelowmane!

Plain Jane Rollie, My image is quite Goldie
Even with a Wifey, My Pimpin' is ice cold G
Idealistic, even with the cards we dealt never statistics
I'm gravy like biscuits
Linguistic, Stylistic, aye get a load of dis' shit
Niggas thought they really fuck wit' Big NICS
No hooks and I'm reeling in the big fish
Rhymes like weight, make it shake wit' persistence
I ain't talkin bitches when I say I got extensions
I ain't talkin fitness when I say I shape the business
I hear niggas talkin' but ain't never been consistent
Make a couple racks before they zeroed in position
Watch I switch states without plane or a ticket
You bought her a bag but she begging me to kiss it
And I ain't even go kiss it, flowing like water or any other form of liquid
Up 4th quarter caught a lob in transition
Before I hit a liq' pray to God for forgiveness
Cuz when I was jit, they say get it how u live it
No matter how rich still act like we ain't did shit