20 on 4 lyrics

Can’t complain when my plate get full
I’m doing whatever it takes to bloom
They wearing the fakest jewels
These n*ggas be fraudin’ and think it’s cool
Lotta n*ggas don’t know me, tell b*tches we homies
Now b*tches they think we cool
I came up from nothing, I couldn’t get lunch
Ask my man for a yank at school

I was deep in the bucket, with pistols like f*ck it
Man I’m with the apes and goons
I got tired of sitting, got tired of bullsh*tting
Man I gotta make some moves
I ain’t gonna lie, man I got too comfortable when I had things to do
And I ain’t gon lie, I was late on the rent
They kept calling my phone like it’s due
If it’s something you love, then never give up
And you gotta keep on chasing
I got back my hunger, I ran outta money
I barely had any savings
You know me trying to rush it
But I couldn’t rush it
Aye dog I just had to be patient
Gave my all, all my pain it was sacred
Reem my dawg, can’t nobody replace hm
At the loft, I was rolling up thinkin’
Should I go or should I take a break
It got slow but I ain’t lose my faith
Something came thru the timing was great
Say she love me but she love the pap
Yea I waited my time was hatin’
Give my praises to God, ain’t no satan
Needed woods, had to stop at the station

I just hopped out a Porsche, I was blazin’
Let me get 20 on 4, homie thank you
Ima do what I do, ain’t no thinking
That was young of me, falling for bait
How I did it? It’s all dedication
sh*t I listen and I never say sh*t
Need to take my girl on a vacation
Cuz she buggin me out, irritation
Off the plane, we just got to LA
We gon’ check in, then we at Crustaceans
We on ours, I just hope they on they sh*t
I’m just hoping my dawg ain’t on fake sh*t
Damn don’t tell me my dawg on some snake sh*t
I got scars and it’s hard to erase it
I get love and it’s hard to embrace it
Love my dreams, but I get tired of chasin’

You ain’t paying then I ain’t gon’ come out
Shoot at cribs and we tell n*ggas come out
Send a Lyft to her crib, told her come out
I was grimy as sh*t on the come out
Fans yellin’ and scream when I come out
I was serving my green til the sun out
Spending beans like it’s not gon’ run out
On the studio cam with my gun out
Streets is waiting for my sh*t to come out
I’m the wrong n*gga to count out
I ain’t the one you should count out
I ain’t the one you should count out
I’m the wrong n*gga to count out

Trapping in my acgs it felt impossible to make a stack
Getting fronted work, spent mine had to give theirs back
You can hear the hurt, I’m going thru it trynna hold tears back
My windbreaker Prada, I just ordered scallops, the water in bottles
I get motivated , it’s always good vibes when I run into Wallo and Gill
I made my mistakes, so I’ll handle it better
When I go and sign my next deal
Weathered the storm so I’m coming back better
I’m tellin’ you It’s gon’ be real

n*ggas got it, don’t know what to do wit it
Bout to move outta my spot ain’t renewing it
I took loss after loss, I was losing it
It was kush in the jar, I was moving it
Alot of n*ggas just talk it, I’m doing it
Yeah been that way from the start
Making plays at the park, slap-boxing getting sharp
Tats on me full of art, GAT on me it was dark
Clear-fruit I was parched, clear view I got to spark
Don’t know why I got these thoughts
Don’t know why I take the blame
Feeling like this sh*t my fault
Don’t know why I take the blame