Hard Four

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]

The notebook got no pages left

Can't put my blades to rest

I'm always dumpin', I can't say what's next

Look at the way you dress, funeral style

After the blaow, forty cals go in and out

Like a slaughterhouse for cows

I got your spouse aroused, might take her out of town

I'm not the type to throw doubt around

These streets got a thing for lovely murder

Silencers bloody further

Flip you like a apple turnover (z-z-z-za!)

The most to gain and nothin' to lose

The wonsus

It's best that you bow down and pay your dues

[Verse 2: Left Lane Didon]

That's true, you better crowd around and take these jewels

I'm past due, I had to make a move, I turn the cake to two

Like a baker do, there's powder on my apron, dude

I'm breakin' rules, these hoes say I'm irreplaceable

I'm unbreakable, and I'm mostly unavailable

Grip your rosaries when I'm sailin' through

You hit my homie, now I'm trailin' you

Pop the sunroof and let two Bulldogs get to wailin', fool

Flip you like Gabby Douglas

Wet you like a squirtin' punani, I guess you had it comin'

Left, I'm shootin' craps in your backyard

I'm droppin' hard fours, I see the cops and hit the far door

They threw a fiend on the car door, he was higher than the Star Force

I scuffed my Mars 4s

I'm upset like I pump stress and make dumb bets

And still sleep in bunk beds, nigga, dumb vexed

What the fuck niggas want next? A Rev Run set?

I shit on rappers and I ain't even dump yet

I ain't done yet

[Outro: Left Lane Didon]

C'mon man, y'all know what to do right now

Twist that pressure up

Pssh, yo, hand me that lighter, dawg

Now look