20 On 4 - 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