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c-note and grants - 4th quarter lyrics

[intro: 4th quarter]
uhh, uhh, uhh
let’s take a trip, to suburbia and back, back
where scared money don’t make none
you dig what i’m sayin’?
my only motto is, that the dope fiends is going to get high
they’re going to get up to somebody
and i’d rather that somebody be me
you know what i mean?

[verse 1: 4th quarter]
ayo, seein’ the mills a major part of my plan
to sport fat jewels and chrome rims on a caravan
but my spots gettin’ too hot
there’s dope fiends on the block that’s turnin’ into undercover cops
my heartbeat skips two times
i can’t relax my mind unless i’m plottin’ on some kinda crime
’cause the streets keep callin’ me and pushin’ me
to act buck wild and to go to war for supremacy
i stick and move and won’t depend on hope
is this a thin line between bein’ paid and bein’ fat broke?
around the way n*ggas tussle for the hustle
you can’t succeed without facin’ some kinda struggle
behind bars, makes me feel the pain
so in the meantime, i find myself singin’ in the rain
[chorus: 4th quarter]
yo, sometimes it’s like that
sippin’ on champ’
it’s all about c*notes and grants
yo, sometimes it’s like that
sippin’ on champ’
it’s all about c*notes and grants
yo, sometimes it’s like that
sippin’ on champ’
it’s all about c*notes and grants
yo, sometimes it’s like that
sippin’ on champ’
it’s all about c*notes and grants

[verse 2: 4th quarter]
they say one’s for the hood
and two’s for the show
but three’s for my gat
and four’s to let it blow
’cause all i got is thoughts twistin’ my brains
and big plans that have nothin’ to gain
in h*ll, yo, the last essence is a blessin’
makes ideas and leaves room for progression
my destiny’s seein’ all good times
leave a stress from the streets and knuckleheads behind
my actions and words, it can’t compare, it’s much bigger
pullin’ on triggers just to see seven figures
the street is my mind, handle biz’ and doin’ biz’
[?], kids that’s how it is
[chorus: 4th quarter]
yo, sometimes it’s like that
sippin’ on champ’
it’s all about c*notes and grants
yo, sometimes it’s like that
sippin’ on champ’
it’s all about c*notes and grants
yo, sometimes it’s like that
sippin’ on champ’
it’s all about c*notes and grants
yo, sometimes it’s like that
sippin’ on champ’
it’s all about c*notes and grants

[verse 3: 4th quarter]
so now i’m livin’ lovely, all the hustlers know the deal
pocket full of bills and on my ways i got to steal
suburbia the place for good life and green grass
now it’s full of thug n*ggas makin’ fast cash
on a quest for material thick
morton bm’s, convertible jeeps and diamond rings
and timberland boots to [?]
vest is bulletproof, leavin’ holes with a straight deuce
and tippin’ scales with nothin’ but the boss stacks
where all the fast keeps those dope fiends comin’ back
doin’ dirt will never touch in my hands
sippin’ on champ’, it’s all part of the plan
[chorus: 4th quarter]
yo, sometimes it’s like that
sippin’ on champ’
it’s all about c*notes and grants
yo, sometimes it’s like that
sippin’ on champ’
it’s all about c*notes and grants
yo, sometimes it’s like that
sippin’ on champ’
it’s all about c*notes and grants
yo, sometimes it’s like that
sippin’ on champ’
it’s all about c*notes and grants

[outro: 4th quarter]
it’s all about c*notes and grants
it’s all about c*notes and grants
it’s all about c*notes and grants
it’s all about c*notes and grants

- 4th quarter lyrics

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