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4god ii - rob49 lyrics

[intro]
world freestyle, that n*gga don’t play with me, za
that’s sixty bars, that sixty thousand (yeah, king rollins)
another twenty for the pendant (olin’s)

[verse 1]
yeah, what he look like still hitting l!cks (yeah), i got my n*ggas rich (i got my n*ggas rich)
a millionaire, but yeah, he still wit’ it (yeah), and i’ma glorify the f*cking trenches (f*cking glorify)
they made me real boss, big 49, n*ggas hate to see it (yeah)
i took so many l’s, feel like a n*gga failed (feel like a n*gga failed)
they ain’t help out, i had to do it by myself (i had to do it by myself)
i played it right when all these f*ck boys left (yeah)
you was up and i was down, that wasn’t fair (yeah, that wasn’t fair)
alright, but now it’s crazy (yeah), ’cause 49 made it (yee)
hе got a lil’ bag and he saved it (he got a lil’ bag and hе saved it)
i’m treatin’ hoes like trash that used to play me (that used to play me)
my diamonds water, on god, i’m so wavy (i’m too wavy)
alright, ask me how it feel to have more hoes than a pimp (yeah)
ask me how it feel to send them home in a lyft (wh0re, where you at?)
ask me how it feel when they say i’m great and i don’t see it (great and i don’t see it)
they thought it was easy (yeah), but n*gga, i ain’t even (yeah)
[verse 2]
taking no brakes, i ain’t love her, no way (yeah)
i’ma cut up on the beat (cut up on the*), my nickname oj (my nickname*)
my nickname pistol pete (yeah), i’ma shoot and i don’t miss (yeah)
my nickname number one (yeah) on the hitman list (alright)
alright, ridin’ ’round town in a bulletproof truck (yeah)
alright, i’ma up her stock like elon musk (alright)
alright, trench baby, i can’t cap, i’m from the mud (alright)
i’m a trench baby (yeah), i be broke showing love (alright)
i can’t*, i can’t*, i can’t even fake it (alright)
n*ggas, all these n*ggas, they be fugazi (they be fugazi)
and i’m still*, i’m still staying real through all the faking (alright)
and they can’t*, they can’t stop me from shinin’ (shinin’)

[chorus]
alright, 4god, i’m the muscle in this b*tch (yeah)
i’m the 4god (yeah)
talk sh*t like a pimp, i’m a 4god (yeah)
got diamonds on, i’m a 4god (yeah)
n*gga play, i put it on, and i’m steppin’ (yeah)

[verse 3]
a real trapper from the trap, these n*ggas cappin’ (these n*ggas cappin’)
i kept my distance from the n*ggas who ain’t wrote sh*t (who ain’t wrote sh*t)
i was down and in the dark (yeah)
i show love ’cause i know n*ggas who fell off and who was up (who was up)
i like real n*gga music, i’ma die a real n*gga (i’ma die a real n*gga)
knew i was gon’ be a boss (yeah) ever since a lil’ n*gga (ever since a lil’ n*gga)
he won’t step off the gang (gang), them nem got feet f*ckers
he gon’ say it’s blood ’bout me, that’s my real blood brother, gang (gang)
[chorus]
4god, i’m the muscle in this b*tch (yeah)
i’m the 4god (yeah)
talk sh*t like a pimp, i’m a 4god (yeah)
got diamonds on, i’m a 4god (yeah)
n*gga play, i put it on, and i’m steppin’ (and i’m steppin’)

[outro]
haha, yeah
4god, real muscle in this b*tch
it’s not a thousand a pendant, i made song, it was twenty, but now it’s ninety
yeah, you know what i’m sayin’, i spent sixty on a cuban (cuban)
show me some’ (show me some’)
trench baby, yeah, trench baby, haha

- rob49 lyrics

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