4 Minutes of Fire (feat. Big Flame 8, YSN Flow & Atm Jayy) [BONUS TRACK] - Cartier

Okay okay okay I won't change for shit And I tie my shoes up will not trip bout a bitch It's enough he acting Okay again I say, I will not change for shit And I tie my shoes up, will not trip 'bout a bitch Oh, it's enough, he acting tough, pass shots out like a fifth I glued my foot to that gas ain't trying to stop for shit You can't even pay for my bitch, ain't got enough expenses Is he a shooter, or a killer, you got to know the difference Baby I be trying to mind my business, I don't know them n***as All these drugs if I die, I don't think They want my kidneys All these n***as kitty, bitches they just good for bitchin Fuck the net, boy, log offline and go hop on your business Milly your block with chops, I'm on feet now, I was out the window Bitch don't touch me, most you doing is giving my dick a hickey Uh Uh Uh Fuck is that bitch is that my whole city wicked Y'all is not steppers, y'all whole crew full of paralyzed bitches Bitch, now, where did I go wrong I had NFL dreams, but thirteen I was running in homes God can be my witness, your shit unlocked and you wasn't at home Son, how the fuck u get all them damn shoes, these from my Bros That's what I told her, devil on my shoulder I ain't living right, hug Ray Ray tight when I hold her Mama baby hold his own, I'm thugging how I'm post to Before you run off I'm gone walk up, thought I told you I Thought I told you Before you run off I'm gone walk up I thought I told you You better run Forrest, run Forrest, run Bitch I thought I told you, we in them mini vans wit drums If I said then I mean it, if that shit came off my tongue This shit personal before I kill him take off my mask and my gloves n***as Seen him on the remembrance page "aha" I just struggled n***as Scrolled past but really wanted to comment fuck that, fuck n***as Then I called n***as that put him on there like "what up" n***as Say we rappers, like the Opps, don't know n***as we touched n***as Shoot any where, I don't care, rapper who, rapper where Stepped in Givenchy, black Air Force activity don't make grab a pair Why you say you shot at me, you see me you clapped the air Know I rep that bird, but sorry I'm not up there, it's stuck there Play I up the Kay, dump and spray, now I'm up Up The Way, making jokes with Ray Laughing at that pussy boy bout how he tried to run away He tried to run away but he couldn't get away Bitch

My hunger is equal to my struggle I came from nothin' Grindin' then I made it to somethin' The age of a youngin' Started hangin' and bangin' and hustlin' Exchangin' the customs To make it in this dangerous jungle In a treacherous war People dying, nobody crying All the shit that I saw You expect me to sit on the porch? Every moment is yours Freeze up and you fall by the torch where I'm from Better not front in the city I'm from Homicides on a Sunday in the city I'm from Young nigga, always hanging wit them older guys We was bangin', slangin' all the white But we ain't Oberweis Fantasizing, tryna be that trap nigga Can't get to the money We too busy tryna clap niggas Standing on that block, where my mama told me "Boy don't got right there" But I was by that store right there Learned everything I know right there Me and broski, brought me to the block He showed me the work, and he sold me the work But nobody never told me to work I used to post up, talk shit and tote guns While we smoke blunts We knew the price if we gon' live this life But we like so what Cause no one gon' make a way for none of us to come up But I'm tryna make a way for every one of us to come up When the sun rise I roll a philly up, and load the semi up By 9 o'clock I'm drinkin' double cups and gettin' paper cuts We savin' up, sittin' on this money Now it's raisin' us. We trained to buss You can run dog, that's what this laser for I think I need to, take a breather Cause I'm hot as fever I'm about to bring some type of demon Right up outta me Cause I been feelin' like you pussy niggas tryna plot on me That's why I keep this Glock on me Plus I got all this guap on me But way before the flex you still could catch me On that block out east Lost my homies, now I feel like God just dropped a rock on me But I won't stop, I can't stop Gotta go hard, till my rate drop Spittin' all this fire make my face hot Now I can't wait till my tape drop And I'm still up on the 8 Block Late night me and J. Dot Better think twice for you ride past Let the 9 blast now the Jakes hot I was bout to take a rest but Smoke told me, "Bro it ain't no let ups" So I'm working hard like I'm in the pros Make a nigga bitch lick my sweat up She suckin' dick and I just met her She know a nigga next up She hope I don't neglect her And she know I don't respect her And I might forget my sweater But never leave the house without Berettas Still the same nigga from the gangway Tryna flip a ounce into a Phantom Catch me doing shows filling stands up You know the gang turn the fans up And you know we got them cans tucked Hope nobody don't get blammed up I be leanin' I can't stand up And this bitch asked me why my jeans sag Cause they tryna hold my bands up Heard somebody wanna rob me Well you bett' not give ya chance up 2 seats in the 50 shot I just hope I don't get jammed up And this 50 bett' not jam up I seen niggas get in jams and They ain't even stay to pick they mans up I seen niggas shakin' hands Then make the same niggas put they hands up I seen niggas changed gettin' change Niggas that was cool since the sandbox So I gotta keep my head up 16 and I got one head up And ion talk, I let the gun talk And she don't never really understand nothin' Let a fuck nigga ask somethin' Give a fuck nigga every one Gave my young niggas couple .38s And some shells let em have fun Young niggas spend a lot of cash Cause growing up I never had none I'm like, "Oh I gotta get me some" Cause being broke wasn't any fun We got choppers for everyone Who want problems with anyone I be tired of tryna tell y'all niggas Where a nigga really comin' from And why a nigga gotta go hard Cause ion really come from nothin' And I never been a runner up Cause it ain't nobody runnin' us And Lil Mally got that sit em down If somebody ever runnin' up Imma always bond them killas out What'chu think I got them hunnids for? Crazy James just knocked his sentence out Yeah the state done let a menace out So I'm showing up at my nigga house Like the cop that move the tenants out But I ain't tryna put ya business out