Connect Four

[Intro: Bruiser Wolf]

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Uh, had-

Had to find my way through

[Verse 1: Bruiser Wolf]

I put that ass to sleep, you can rest assured

The TEC make enough holes in your chest to play Connect Four

From JanSport to a Louis bag

Tryin' to reach Karrueche Tranquility

Laughin' to the bank, silly me (Silly me)

Dark shades, Stevie Wonder (Stevie Wonder)

I could spot 12 on the corner, Travis Hunter

I'm a loner, but not in the sense of money

I stick to myself, I know people gon' want somethin' from me

Pockets chubby, check my body mass index

BMI, but you might get your ass capped

Not a scholar, but for beats I did obtain knowledge

Sling white like ebonics, top hat like I'm Amish

Every project, I need another zero after the comma

She see us together, that's a mirage

I'm a player, I need a tradin' card

These my stompin' grounds

My lady had four and a baby, no ultrasound

I speak in a different jargon, beg your pardon

Flower bed of marijuana, I sold out the garden

Me with a pair of dimes, is my new paradigm

I'm Derrick Henry, you a Teen Titan

Tommy Show, diamonds in the ring fightin'

I put niggas in position and they don't acknowledge it

I set up niggas for cream like dermatologists

[Interlude: Curren$y]

Yeah, huh

[Verse 2: Curren$y]

I told the architect to build this bitch like George Jets'

Spacely Sprockets, tower to the sky, and put a crib on top it

Addicted, but claimin' that I could stop it

Though, I won't, I love this shit, I'm power-drunk

This nigga outside of the club, and he think I'm a chump

I make the sky fall on them niggas, if I really want

Rollin' up, readin' letters doggy wrote me from his bunk

He been free, he wrote this paper back in '91

I was too young to understand where he was comin' from

But I feel it now, a nigga grown

I feel it now because it's really on, hittin' close to home

Shit would've killed you, but it made me strong

Raisin' the bar way too easy for me, put some more weight on

Niggas said they wern' eatin', we made some plates for 'em

Styrofoam joints that they can take home

Mouths to feed was at the crib, we knew was waitin' on 'em

But some point in they lives, they still end up hatin' on me

Friends be worse than strangers, clear and present danger

But I got somethin' for 'em to manage the anger

Swingin' in the rain, jammin' Anita Baker

'68 Impala, Darkwing Duck at them fuckin' lamers

I got a brother up and comin', gotta make a lane for

I got two sons, I'm gon' need triple of my normal wages

Them fools ain't sick, they got them sniffles, a lil' cough, maybe

Them fools ain't rich, they won't be admitted at these poker tables