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to4d - overpade lyrics

[intro]
(yeah, yeah)
gango! (okay)

[verse 1]
move him to the back
said we move him to the back (boom)
when i hop offline the government
not knowing where i’m at
choppa for a 7, got that stick for near a rack
tension in my neck mean a message in my head (feeling something)
speeding time up i cannot rewind up
back in class with a notebook and a binder (f*ck no)
b*tch i’m right behind ya
f*ckin since a minor (yeah, yeah)
nail him down like flyers
posted up im flyer (sheesh)
i’m depressed so i’m k!lling me through you (godd*mn)
i know its karma so im treating it like voodoo (yeah)
use me n*gga swear to us, imma use u (yeah)
“s” n*gga
i’m the best n*gga on the mental
staying high like rue (yeah, yeah, yeah)
moving green like fezco
shoot it in the ashtray
glueing on my headphones (woah)
you get stenciled, outlined (yeah)
f*cked up at the foul line (godd*mn)
bite down like a cheetah
in my meter imma count mine (uh)
really think anita
like i’m smino
yeah she down mine
(to 4d)
to 4d yeah (ay, ay, ay)
to 4d, ay, uh

i been focused on the now and the forever later (okay)
i can’t write i roll the green i’m smoking alligator (okay)
straight vapor, when this glock disintegrate ya (do,do,do,do)
no waiting, i don’t talk to f*cking haters (f*ck outta here man)
beating ass like my momma when i stole her payments (godd*mn)
eating snacks getting sicker in a flooded bas*m*nt (*cough*)
n*ggas waiting, waiting for they motivation (yeah)
but i take it cus i’m f*cking sick of patience (f*ck that)
you couldn’t get it if i wrote a hundred thousand statements (yeah)
i was poor , growing up the fam got split away (yeah)
we went to different places to assimilate (okay)
i had to grow up quick, young n*gga made a way (yeah)

down to atlanta just to get beat up on different days (yeah)
down to atlanta just to get beat up on different days (yeah)
down to atlanta just to get beat up on different days (yeah)
down to atlanta just to get beat up on different days (yeah)

my momma hit my neck
she put me on my face
i hate my daddy head
can barely think his face
step*momma choked me out
she made me cut the fade
she made me wanna end my life in like 400 ways
so when she kicked me out
land at my brothers place
knew i was on the way
knew i was on the way
thats where im at right now
don’t got much sh*t to say
just h*lla sh*t to think
how do it go away
how do it*

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