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4th Quarter Intro
By: Luvinnia Flowers

Chyeah ha, ha we here man, we here man 4th quarter muthafucka that's right
Let me break that shit down for

to work double
She Tried to keep me and my big brothers out of trouble
Some time the cookie crumble them dark gone clouds rumble
That really kept me humble

your hoe
I done dropped four albums in 2 years
They still dropping a song
I be dropping and dropping again
No one can fuck with my flow and my pen
No one

acidic but I ain't venomous I leave at to the snakes bitch
Copyin obituaries workin on my pen-man-ship
Cause when this album finally drop we finna

But don't you dare dine
Hear what your veggies say
Brother be kind
Making this song turn me back to a youngen
Then the themecomes on I always start

arms
The warm embrace
The heart throbs from colder days
From going through these stomach pains
Like a brother was still under weight I hold my plate

you can't tell them guess you got to show em'
Got to plant seed before you grow em'
Father God I feel like my brothers and sisters are in a battle

My wrist gon be so froze that's it's goin numb
While I'm going dumb
Every album I want to be number one
Is that selfish, Might be
But I'm talking bout

model
Who is that it is my brother
Why is that cuz I had no father
Told me how to speak up for myself no stutter
Now I know how to make a bread no butter

and I was most happy
When I lived down in Shadewell with his Nunny and his Pappy
Our passion was music and we made a couple albums
Probably wouldn't do

that I guarantee you that another comes
Dropped a 10 pack and every single one's a number one
I ain't just a one a done I'm always up to sum
Raised by

Asylum Execution, go get the album
Who dropped a double disc every minute was white powder
I just wish my father stopped smoking crack took a shower

on the hype
Too late to the party
Groom hate with the Mics
Groom Shades with the Mouwie
Splish splash
Pussy juice drippin mustache
Pistachios fed by the naked

things
Im feeling alright and the birds will sing
One day my albums they be holding
Its the little things that got me by
Orchid street did help me fly
Baby

real for them lames (lames)
I was always bout my change (change)
Four solo albums in, still doin' my thang, what the fuck is you sayin'?
Y'all niggas

finessed a painting and my rent paid
Fuck getting by
Got less time for getting high
These hoes ain't on hourly
These ain't allowed to be
Small circle still

My brother works at a grocery store

Has faith in god and a quije board

His wife keeps a motel key

In a flask in a purse by d and g


I got a half

the chopper and the bitch is always by my side
Down to ride 
You know ima catch a homecide
Pussy nigga try me swear to god he getting crucified 
Tears up in my

Sawing it off
Can't be soft
Up in the Norf
12 on my ass, I going to swerve
Album with Butcha I got the nerve
Fucking big booty bitches, little bit of perv

inspire the next person, you know, through my music, you know
That's what I recorded this album for
And I just wanna thank cats like Komishner, Awaken In,

cahoots for the loot, 
Never recognizing any masters,  imposters and fraudsters, 
Yes, I am the late comer, but just appreciate the fucking album, 
Your

crying when I'm passed
You can tell that I'm next up
I slid into her dm's now it's Netflix and a fuck oh my god
Still I never call her slut 
Call her by

seen that boy go out bad I can't be him
Won't catch me goin' out sad in no dms
Love me this week and forget by the weekend
If it ain't me nothing else

guess
But don't get me wrong, we have few names to respect
Yesterday it was a hobby, nothing serious planned
Feels like I was walking by the rap and he