444 ft. Amradio & Madwiz Lyrics

I need that old money like a mothafucking oligcarch

Lost my OG

That shit done ripped the whole world apart

Can't define me by the message of an afterthought

The epitome of God

Nigga what the fuck you thought

All this pain done turned me to an animal

Quick to buss a nigga melon

Boxin with a cantolupe

Ten rings on me got me movin like the manadarin

Thankful that my boy is home

They booked em right in maryland

When he touched down

We agreed to snatch up the bags up

White collar money we agreed to put the mask up

But one rainy day and a little bit of bad luck

We run into the nearest chase and tell em fill the bags up

I said oh oh oh oh

Young nigga where you going

Niggas do the most grab the 44

Young nigga get to blowin

I need that new cheese

The way I had to add it up seduced me

A nigga had it bad enough but truthfully

In love with these deposits hope it's well enough to profit so we make it out the projects

Bitches choosing

And all this hate ain't adding up the foes fooled me

I'm ten toes

Dippin with the 44 if I need to get moe

Shucking and jiving my pockets could not be neglected

A day in the life of a west side boy

I need more I can't just get by

Testing my testimony and you can meet this tech 9

I know some niggas risking it all for the loot

I know some niggas who lost it all living loose and I cannot fall to the games I need to know how it's producing

I've fallen numb to the pain for the gains

I had to reboot and I know I'm stuck in my ways

But a nigga on the pursuit

I said oh oh oh oh

Young nigga where you going

Niggas do the most grab the 44

Young nigga get to blowin

Well if a Wizard is a Wizard, and a Wizard is mad

From thinking of the best shit that he never had

Now I'm coming up, and I'm doing good

Niggas hide ya bitches and tell ya hood

I got life under my nails from scratching and crawling thru it

I could write one rhyme and that shit be better than all your music

So how the fuck yo shit spread

I can't believe it's not butter

ello govnuh, yo punk ass done been discovered

I don't peacekeep, I just keep peace for rodents,

Weapons of mass destruction like professor X in Logan

The Wizard is there anywhere with mad fanfare

I ain't playing what the fuck niggas saying

The sight of your face could start wars and world tours

The will to make a way is coming all outta my fucking pores

To get my bitch a Brandon Blackwood bag

But I jacked it from another bitch so it ain't got no tags

Lemme explain something that might not be fun,

Deon got a motherfucking gun

And he like to use his shit

He abuse his shit

He'll be the first nigga to boom he keep the fuses lit