4FLATS Lyrics

Days I'm so unmotivated ain't a thing that could inspire

Feel I'm trying to drive in the road with four flat tires

I'm struggling ain't saying nothing looking like Myers

Getting crumbs out of the bucket while the chicken in the frier

Ya know I gotta make a way and make a move shit been running low

Son is dope, I'm in fuckin cold bout to shovel snow

But I'm coming up you know, we gone book another show

Packed out arenas see the boy your shorty love the flow

There ain't no point in stopping got too many bars running

You say you want that top tier but you far from it

If they hating put they body on a large summit, and kick them off

Son lately I'm on a dark subject

Once I get into the mode it's all gas not the partial

Feeling like two thousand two Marshall; the prime year

That raw shit is what you find here

From the bottom of the bottom we supply fear

I'm in the mix could see me blazing on the finest

Catch me looking at the watch I'm trying to make it on the timing

Pacing in my mind the fight like David and Goliath

If you with me better say it or you lying don't get cut off

I'm in the spots they dropping drugs off

Last year was struggling but now I'm coming up dawg

Doubt the kid for so long, now it's just "fuck y'all"

Ima need my cheese and the bread with the crust on

Need a fuckin meal and a mil son/

Ask me what I think about these rappers I don't feel none

Once I drop this tape I swear on everything your deals up