4sho’7

Lyrics for 4sho’7

One time Took me years runnin' from freedom like it's lunch time Had me dead, chasin' my cousin, lil' jit Call me runny eyes Tears fallin' all I know death classy All we got is eyes, like all we got is these caskets We all we got Still on the block Shit we still goin' Glock On my gold, it's gon' pop That wood grain on that bitch that pretty like candy It's sick, glossin' Death killers was flossin' Often Had me thinkin' like bossin' Gone that Gold grill gon' pop my collar See shawty, we back, holler Ain't nobody on my steez Rest in power my dead homies See freedom, Timothy, Danny, Shawn, and Janet Big granny, Tijuana, cheddar Stains, Ben, Kayla, Ross, G Dame, Doom, and that nigga Kapital Steez Real 47 niggas ridin', ready to die to breathe Livin' to die I Runnin' in place, still tryna make it work Runnin' in place, still tryna make it to work Runnin' in place, mama tryna take us to church Still sittin' here, sittin' sideways, runnin' in place Díase