Four Seasons

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Devin Cheff

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Yeah, buss down wrist freezin'
Cross me and that's treason
OG's all on my feet
Laced up 'cause I ball all four seasons
Never join 'em I beat 'em, yeah
Kill 'em all at my leisure
I can tell that they all cap
I control-alt-delete 'em
Yeah, ballin' all four seasons
Got the rock and they reaching
Hit the floor and I'm beasting
Y'all shoulda left me alone
Instead you just stepped on my toes
I'm letting you know, letting my pettiness show
I'm ready to blow, always be shredding the flow
I started regretting the load
I carry, my shoulders 'bout to give out
But I know I'm nowhere near the end of the road
I said it before, gotta crawl out of the mud
Before you can get to the dough
Eyes always red 'cause I'm throwed
Never hitting the plug through the cellular phone
You best understand, you ask for a gram
You getting ignored 'cause he sell by the O's, yeah
Never switch up on my team, yeah
BB shaking up the scene, yeah
All in for the C.R.E.A.M
Cash rules everything around me
Got OG by the oz
Clearing shelves making room for the trophies
Now they act like they know me
I'm Tim Duncan in '03, yeah
League MVP, getting noticed
So the haters gonna envy me
They can't touch me like I got a case of leprosy
And Ima do 'em like Daenerys, make 'em bend the knee
They wanna treat this shit like the Cold War
Come with both swords drawn, you can't match this weaponry
I got big things coming and you motherfuckers trippin'
If you thinking I won't leave that kind of legacy, yeah
Buss down wrist freezin'
Cross me and that's treason
OG's all on my feet
Laced up 'cause I ball all four seasons
Never join 'em I beat 'em, yeah
Kill 'em all at my leisure
I can tell that they all cap
I control-alt-delete 'em
Ride down the block
Middle fingers to the cops
Yelling motherfuck the law
They wanna keep us in a box, yeah
You ain't with us you a opp
Got no aim, you like a bot
Don't hit my line if you ain't talking guap, bitch, uh
Chop it up from the west to the 44
A lot of rappers should stick to their own roles
On fire like I broke through the ozone
Free-falling right into the ocean
I flow so wavy, like my high school was Laney
The competition is so-so, aye
Shawty licking boto, choking the chicken
She shoulda worked at El Pollo Loco
I won't settle for less than what I know I deserve
And all the doubts getting thrown to the curb
You talking 'bout your hit single is a home run
(The f*ck you mean) But there's no one at third
You get bread but you finna let it go to the birds
You can't cook like me when there's no one to serve
A lot of y'all got big plans but you don't wanna learn
I still come up with better bars while I'm smoking the herb
And vibing out by myself
Done getting down on myself
And struggling with fighting these demons
And having to get saved by the sound of the bell, yeah
Rather get drowned in the wealth that I'm grinding for
Jumped in the game like Geronimo
Ima be doing it independent, get a deal
What the f*ck would I sign it for, uh
Buss down wrist freezin'
Cross me and that's treason
OG's all on my feet
Laced up 'cause I ball all four seasons
Never join 'em I beat 'em, yeah
Kill 'em all at my leisure
I can tell that they all cap
I control-alt-delete 'em

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