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20 On 4 Lyrics - Artist : Kur
Can't complain when my plate get full
I'm doing whatever it takes to bloom They wearing the fakest jewels These niggas be fraudin' and think it's cool Lotta niggas don't know me, tell bitches we homies Now bitches 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 fuck it Man I'm with the apes and goons I got tired of sitting, got tired of bullshitting 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 Shit I listen and I never say shit 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 shit I'm just hoping my dawg ain't on fake shit Damn don't tell me my dawg on some snake shit 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 niggas come out Send a Lyft to her crib, told her come out I was grimy as shit 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 dying for my shit to come out I'm the wrong nigga 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 nigga to count out Trapping in my acgs it felt impossible to make a stack Getting fronted work, spent mine gotta 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 Niggas 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 niggas just talk it, I'm doing it Yeah been that way from the start Making plays at the park, slap box and getting sharp Tats on me full of art, GAT on me it was dark Clear fruit I was parched, clear view I got a spark Don't know why I got these thoughts Don't know why I take the blame Feeling like this shit my fault Don't know why I take the blame |
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