paroles de chanson 4GOD II - Rob49

Real freestyle, that nigga don't play with me, Za
60 bars, 60 thousand on (yeah, keep all this)
Another 20 for the pendant (all it)

Yeah, what he look like still hittin' licks? (Yeah) I got my niggas rich (I got my niggas rich)
A millionaire, but yeah, he still wit' it (yeah), and I'ma glorify the fuckin' trenches (fuckin' glorify)
They made me real boss, big 49, niggas hate to see it (yeah)
I took so many L's, feel like a nigga failed (feel like a nigga failed)

They ain't help out, I had to do it by myself (I had to do it by myself)
I played it right when all these fuck boys left (yeah)
You was up, and I was down, that wasn't fair (yeah, that wasn't fair)
Alright, but now it's crazy (yeah), 'cause 49 made it (yee)
He got a lil' bag, and he saved it (he got a lil' bag, and he saved it)
I'm treatin' hos like trash, they used to play me (they used to play me)
My diamonds water, on God, I'm too wavy (I'm too wavy)

Alright, ask me how it feel to have more hos than a pimp (yeah)
Ask me how it feel to send 'em home in a Lyft (home in a Lyft)
Ask me how it feel, they say I'm great, and I don't see it (great, and I don't see it)
They thought it was easy (yeah), but nigga, I ain't even (yeah)

Takin' no brakes, I ain't love her, no way (yeah)
I'ma cut up on the beat (cut up on the), my nickname OJ (my nickname)
My nickname Pistol Pete (yeah), I'ma shoot, and I don't miss (yeah)
My nickname, number one (yeah) on the hitman list (alright)

Alright, ridin' 'round town in a bulletproof truck (yeah)
Alright, I'ma up her stock like Elon Musk (alright)
Alright, trench baby, I can't cap, I'm from the mud (alright)
I'm a trench baby (yeah), I be broke showin' love (alright)

I can't, I can't, I can't even fake it (alright)
Niggas, all these niggas, they be fugazi (they be fugazi)
And I'm still, I'm still stayin' real through all the fakin' (alright)
And they can't, they can't stop me from shinin' (shinin')

Alright, 4God, I'm the muscle in this bitch (yeah)
I'm the 4God (yeah)
Talk shit like a pimp, I'm a 4God (yeah)
Got diamonds on, I'm a 4God (yeah)
Nigga play, I put it on, and I'm steppin' (yeah)

A real trapper from the trap, these niggas cappin' (these niggas cappin')
I kept my distance from the niggas who ain't wrote shit (who ain't wrote shit)
I was down and in the dark (yeah)
I show love 'cause I know niggas who fell off and who was up (who was up)

I like real nigga music, I'ma die a real nigga (I'ma die a real nigga)
Knew I was gon' be a boss (yeah) ever since a lil' nigga (ever since a lil' nigga)
He won't step 'bout the gang (gang), damn near got feet fuckers
He gon' say it's blood 'bout me, that's my real blood brother, gang (gang)

4God, I'm the muscle in this bitch (yeah)
I'm the 4God (yeah)
Talk shit like a pimp, I'm a 4God (yeah)
Got diamonds on, I'm a 4God (yeah)
Nigga play, I put it on, and I'm steppin' (and I'm steppin')

Hahahaha, yeah
4God, real muscle in this bitch
It's not a thousand a pendant, I made song, it was 20, but now it's 90
Yeah, nam sayin'? 60 on a Cuban (Cuban), show me some (show me some)
Trench baby, yeah, trench baby, haha