Four Lungs Lyrics

My heart spills tryna walk still caught by the hills

Mid cartwheel the shards on the asphalt will reveal

If my palms'll be a strong shield

Not enough bars to build, to get you monkeys across the field

Twenty fours n up

Your sixteens can't perform in clubs no more cause after curfew we close the doors if your too young

Lil this young that

Some cat we punched for his chain he had tucked give him his gun back

Run that catalogue dough nah bro

Who bought you all them streams well then they got you all them shows so

Empty the nearest location where ya stash at

And I'm act like it never happened you understand that

Lil xan rap brand that medicine man rap

The answer for depression that man has

A dummies dollars come from zombie slave labor

In hell he'll be a 6th dimensional silver spirit vapor

Tryna live thru haters nigga Tupac was a ghetto savior

Fell victim to a 7 day creator euthanasia

Does the eye on the top of the dollar

Watch everything at the bottom

From the dirty and rotten to the dirty and rotten

We need

More time for the things we love

And less

Pain coming from the things we hate

Because

We work hard and deserve the best

It takes

Four lungs just to see we're the same

Way before I prayed I could attract what I thought up

I was moving too fast for god and got caught up

Hard luck hit me trouble followed

Hard to swallow cup runneth over with the blessing of tmrw from afar

I was Starstruck watchin me in all them success stories

Forbes week fortune 500 but who under 40

Lemme see how ima make this, cake pan flip

Make plans and shake hands with made men and that's it

By the way I forgot what don't apply to me now

It's been awhile now self doubt tries to copy my style

How can I allow foul mouths that talk like a child

To call out what's vile and then crawl out proud

All that's cap and all that's wild

All them smiles is watered down the pond shows frowns

Reflection of a clown with smeared make up

Fix ya face get a fade n a shape up geometric flavor

We need

More time for the things we love

And less

Pain coming from the things we hate

Because

We work hard and deserve the best

It takes

Four lungs just to see we're the same

Nosy nikkas pokin they nostrils in my business

Since a lil nigga I was gettin followed by no jehova witness

But it's, a cult religion part of a control system

Pulp fiction like 4 nikkas tippin but it's no snitchin

So they murder victims that learn bout what they doin

Pursuin you sayin they gon put poison in ya chicken noodle soup

Shoot at dude after I lure em in a dark alley

Like I'm about to take a piss wit this 40 Cali

It's a war in cali the poor vs the rich

I need a Logan browning, wit a crib in Los Angeles

Tryna make America native again and naked again

Cause they done shaved the face and painted the skin

My patience paper thin sideways in this lens

Cat pupils when they straighten and my vision changes

Ancient Egyptians with 3rd eye vision masons with scriptures

Bout to mount this triangle in ya doorway pimpin