4our point oh

I'm on 4.0 you know the letters in the quad

Who he we don't know he ain't repping with the squad

I got angels round me hol up let me thank my god

I got demons on me just look me straight in the eye

Before I pull up you can smell that I'm already high

Last week I was baked this week I'm already fried

Ink on my face still got me a 9 to 5

Straight to outer space every time I hit the zah

Back out a new whip now I'm riding down ya block skrrt skrrt

I'm smoking pressure hit my pen one time my lung finna hurt

I'm bout to clock in hit my 9 to 5 I put in that work