Текст песни TIRADE - LITTLE 4N

If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
Climbing to the top
Will throw myself off
In an effort to
Make clear to whoever
What it's like when you're shattered
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Were people saying, My God, that's tough
She stood him up
No point in us remaining

May as well go home
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally

Goin' down south don't care what the sign say
Gonna get round damn glad it's a Friday
My way, better do it now or the highway
4N stack a milli' in a suit for a tirade

Matte black pockets packing lead yeah it's lightweight
Poppin up with hands yeah I turn that boy sideways
Creepin in your dreams black whip in the driveway
4N in the underbelly calculate the crime rate

Uh!
And this old estate yeah it's my place
You ought to stay for a minute baby why wait
Middle of the tropics, heat with the dry lakes
I'ma make it I don't care what the time takes

Bottled up inside deep down yeah it's my rage
At least I didn't run around with the five gauge
Land of the money and the gold and the high stakes
Big money slim honeys with the fine waist

Looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul
Couldn't understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken

Leaving her to start
With a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally

Naturally, i got the whole block spinnin
Red at the scene so the face still grinnin
Lead at the beam to your backpack linen
Ay caramba baby can you feel the rhythm

Hard liquor in the shot glass still sippin
I could care less if you just treat me like a villian
4N back in business the stacks just chillin
Had to take it back and burn it down to make a killing

So you better double check your decision
Two - three hits gonna give you double vision
Square up boy less you wanna be a chicken 4N
On the case, with the double blade, new incision

Ain't no witnesses just a quick intermission
Won't be long I'm just headin to the kitchen
Cookin up heat mad flavour what you missin
4N's back and doing better than invisioned