4th Quarter

[Intro: Kodak Black]

(K.E. on the Track)

Kodak, Kodak Black

Balling on these niggas

Don't act like you don't know, pussy

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]

Me and Momo riding in a Chevy (We sittin' high)

Say my neck 'bout to break, my chain too heavy (It boutta break)

Rebirth of Lou Scott Makaveli (Ooh, purp)

Born stacking bread like the deli (I do, I've been ready)

So you can take it where you want

I'm kamikaze wanna try me? Suggest you don't

Ooh, I told you, boy, I'm riding the donk

Ooh, I got shooters posted by my door

I'm from Da No, yeah I stay Polo to the floor

Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short

From Golden Acres, what it is, it really ain't

I'm lyrical and what I be saying gon' make you think

I'm all in, I be solo, don't need no friends

I fuck with Lil' Soto, that's my cuh-in-law, he get it in

Lil' Jackboy, he just wrote me, that nigga he like my kin

I be up all night on M's, I don't fuck around with no Xans

Supercharged, I'ma hit the game like a ram

You niggas lame with a lil' fame on Instagram

I do my thing, I'm about to make you niggas flame

Ain't holding back no more, I'm finna make you feel my rage

Nigga please? Nigga what? Nigga who?

You running your mouth, your lips bigger than your shoe

Me and my pocket monster, us two, that's my crew

E-Pimp, that's my blood, that's my thug, he bring it through

Ooh, I'm about to make you niggas feel me (Kodak)

Murder charge, fresh to death, I'ma make a killing (The dead flies)

Ooh, I can turn your state into a city

I'm a CEO, I can turn a Drake into a Diddy (Kodak)

Ooh, 'bout to hit you niggas where it hurt

Why you go so hard? Why they put Wayne head all on my shirt?

I'm riding on 26 plus 4's, free Lil' Turk

He just caught 30, that shit'll make me go berserk

Punchline, I hit the beat with a jab

The difference between me and you, I pull up in a Jag

Fingers inching like a rash, fiending for that cash

They say "Kodak living good but all his bitches bad"

I ball so hard, my homie fouled 'em, my cast on

I rob so much, I'm in the booth with my mask on

Ooh, I'm riding in the coupe, I'm the truth

That money running, I'm outchea chasing it, how about you?

You should get on a track and chase it too

I can turn a lake into a pool

My diamonds shining, why your ice look like it's blue?

While you out here lame vibing

You should be out here grinding too

They say time is money, I'm showing what timing do

Say grind turn into shine, I'm showing what grinding do

Lil' Kodak Black, I'm the truth

Project baby, I'm the truth

[Verse 2: One Grand]

You ever get the feeling that time is now to make a killing?

But you the only one that's standing 'round here with a vision

Everybody knows somebody, knows somebody, knows somebody different

That's what I'm tryna tell my people

But my people don't wanna listen

We was brought up in a city where niggas, they hate on niggas

Bitches, they hate on bitches, and all of us is on assisted

Ain't watching my neighbor's paper

'Cause that ain't none of my business

Niggas can't get it in 'cause they worrying bout how I'm living

Me, I'm my competition

Me hit me on a mission

Me, I gotta get me, so I'ma make me be consistent

Fuck it, I'm all in, ain't doubting God's plans

Time's hard, but I know it get easy in the end

23, I'm the man, I'm the fucking bird nigga

I done seen more chickens than Kentucky Fried Chicken

Ain't falsifying facts

Ask a nigga in my city who the first one to get 'em, to get down with them triggers

I am only one man but a different kind of nigga

Left the game without a stain like a fucking placekicker

Anything, any lane, any time I'ma get it

Put my all in it, when it's empty fall in it, fill it

Go hard from the start, from the start to the finish

Done it all, college ball, worked a job, ran a business

Broke the law, broke a heart, broke my foot up in some niggas

Stab me up and shoot me down, but you can't knock me off my pivot

[Verse 3: Koly P]

I'm a reaper, don't be hollering bout your people

I got a stick, it's a fuck nigga beater

Fucked the bitch 'cause I don't really need her

I'm on point like I'm blowing on Keisha

I get cheese like I'm going on pizza

White girl, Ricki Lake, Mona Lisa

Nigga go and get your people then

Ain't nothing, ain't tripping, we can spend a band

Yeah, niggas getting crossed every day

I was taught every dog got his day

When them bullets go to spark and the dog gotta lay

Better hope to God he don't jump with the K

Mr. DeLeon by the park they'll break

When you getting money, fuck niggas gon' hate

Only real can relate

Four years in the state

And I seen niggas break

Better watch your mouth nigga, jumping on your case

Niggas in disguise, they deciding off of hate

Chain gang now dying 'bout the case

Know some niggas lying locked behind gates

Surrounded by them snakes

They be all up in your face and

Tryna talk the fire and crack on statements

Don't pen the affidavit

Man I shouldn't have to say this

[Outro: One Grand]

4th quarter and we down by two

You gon' pass or shoot?

It's 4th quarter and we down by two

Is you gon' pass or shoot?

It's 4th quarter, 4th quarter and we down by two

Is you gon' pass or shoot?

It's 4th quarter, 4th quarter and we down by two

Is you gon' pass or shoot?

Gatorade on the coach