It's 4th quarter nigga, kill or be killed
Los World
Mamba mentality
Look, yeah, I told my niggas this the 4th quarter
It's all ours, that's big thanks to my supporters
We hard boiled, the opposition is over easy
I Ball Greezy, light speeds, they never see me
Fuck you niggas I'm upset
They shot my dawg, I ain't even cop a vest yet
In 20 days 3 people I love died
It's motivation once I let out all my cries
I'm still chasing money I can't even lie
My family looking for me, I been in my mind
Spit it all in recordings then I slide
Gotta kill my dreams clocking in this 9 to 5
Bro, told me hit the streets he got supply
But Los got two more years, what if I end up inside
I gotta live, take care of all my niggas
They my shooters but I never encourage 'em pulling triggers
This real life, niggas catching real life
I'm still nice even when I pop a pill twice
This grill like, 14 karats
I'm a Florida boy, I learned to hustle from my parents
Mama was a trap queen, we ain't shop no clearance
Pops sold dope too, we ain't have no balance
I was like six years old, just me and him
Long drive, I was happy just for seeing him
Pull up to Waffle House, and all them cops was out
Had 'em surrounded, expression was dumbfounded
He went to prison and my life was now rerouted
We started struggling and couldn't do nothin' about it
I lost my brothers to the system every hour
House full of street niggas, what about it
But now I'm out it
They say I'm Hollywood cause I built a mountain
They thought I had it good, now how my life sounding