4r Da Homies (Members Only) Lyrics

I been tryna make the whole damn city lit

I gotta play it like the boy ain't an idiot

They might me shoot me nine times like I'm 50 cent

But ima keep on going until I finish it

Enemies want a piece of me

Playing it by the beat of my drum

Cuz shit ain't so fun unless I'm giving it

100 percent

I told my plug he the best

He gon always connect

His shit quicker than the drive thru at Panda Express

Shit is always subject to change

I'm just left with whatever remains

When they start hopping the train

We'll see the gains, lemme pick up the pace

I feel a shift underway, I'ma watch where I step

You ain't a threat if all you ever got is nothing to say

They bring a drake to the function

Then ain't nothing the same

Rubbing off the paint be the only way they stomach the pain

They'll pop yo ass like some bottled champagne

I'm from a city where the mud ain't far from the sunshine

Show any sign weakness they gon give you a tough time

Just gotta adjust to it,

Shit gon hit the fan you just can't succumb to it

And ima just run wit it

Pull up from the logo in they face like I'm Dame Lillard

We only hit game winners

They act like the same bitches I knew back then

But I ain't looking to settle for you

I still gotta settle the score

Gimme some more of that bitch

If I'm in store for that shit then I'll be leaving with it

I ain't gon need a minute,

Get straight to the point

At home it's fajitas cooking

We eating kinda good

I can't keep on disappearing

This hustle ain't temporary

I tell em it's necessary

The money don't ever scare me

Ain't even my main objective

I just gotta play aggressive

Clamp em like pat bev

Ye ain't going nowhere

Unless I let it happen

Got my dog off the leash

He turning into a beast

And now the whole squad here to compare

You can runaway

Just know it's by the skin of your teeth

Talk shit, but won't fight?

Yea that couldn't be me

Cause I'm ready to throw down

Cruising down 75

Woke up and chose violence

Just know I ain't praying to god

I'm clocking in at my job

Get some real money

Still tryna hustle me out my pockets

Y'all just lil steppers

Who won't ever steal from me

I'm from a city where the mud ain't far from the sunshine

Show any sign weakness they gon give you a tough time

Just gotta adjust to it

Shit gon hit the fan you just can't succumb to it

And ima just run wit it

Pull up from the logo in they face like I'm Dame Lillard

We only hit game winners

They act like the same bitches I knew back then

But I ain't looking to settle for you

I still gotta settle the score