4th Quarter

[Hook] Going way, way up Know it's always us Know in God we trust Soon as I wake up Count, count, count up Only man that I trust Paper's full of that kush Balling out of your budget [Verse 1] 4th quarter, down 10 We just going for the win Crossover, hit the fade Not a stain on the Jays Courtside on the wood Water diamonds on me, flood Look who made it out the hood I just wish a nigga would Niggas hate me from the bleachers Niggas preying on your weakness I been rolling with the creatures 20 thousand for the feature I'm just counting my blessings Ride up, smoke on that pressure Fuck niggas, freeze on You ain't allowed in my section We ain't the regular degular You lil niggas are amateurs Swagger so dope, it's embarrassing Pull up and tell me the damages Boy, I'm murder scene I'm super clean like Listerine And that Maybelline I gotta cover Nothing but net at the sound of the buzzer [Hook] Going way, way up Know it's always us Know in God we trust Soon as I wake up Count, count, count up Only man that I trust Paper's full of that kush Balling out of your budget [Verse 2] 4th quarter for the win Kobe Bryant with the spin Clint Porter's on the rims Dwayne Wade with the bands Swaggy Dell with the sauce Makaveli with the law Hit the 40 like it's mine In case you reaching for the floss Go ahead, big time Taking care of my mama Taking care of my daughter And my son like his father I'mma be totally honest I'm covered in that new designer I'mma be totally honest But some of these niggas vagina Keep it 1000 forever I promise, I promise, I promise Your niggas straight outta Broadward Then we came to fuck up some commas Niggas will sleep, they in pyjamas Wake up the beast, we got a problem Jump in that water, you see them piranhas He thinking he balling, I pull up beside him [Hook] Going way, way up Know it's always us Know in God we trust Soon as I wake up Count, count, count up Only man that I trust Paper's full of that kush Balling out of your budget [Verse 3] Boy you low class and a featherweight Thank God for the better days My chick thick as mayonnaise Now we fucking up the Chevy game Boy you better not miss the money train I just treat it like it's Hunger Games They will never want it as bad as I We are nothing like them other guys I just win and shook a hater hand Then I had to go and sanitise Team strong, this the theme song Got the rings on, nigga celebrate If I want it, she gon' come to daddy Never thinking twice or even hesitate Kush make a nigga levitate Big rocks in that bezzle face Dripped down in that Bathing Ape Silence when I meditate [Small Pause] Yo, I'm right back in it All your whips get ready Only here cause they paying Ain't paying no attention [Hook] Going way, way up Know it's always us Know in God we trust Soon as I wake up Count, count, count up Only man that I trust Paper's full of that kush Balling out of your budget