Final Four song by Flee Lord & Mephux from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Final Four Meaning
| [[Intro: Flee Lord] Nah, nah, for real, man, for like There was like twelve years of my life that All I listened to was Infamous, Mobb Deep, and DJ Premier LordMobb soldier on the front line Fuck a punchline, it only take one time to play about mine I mean, you could argue I’m a product of both Shit, it only take one time to play about (Lord Lord!) [Verse 1: Flee Lord & Roc Marciano] Yeah, we ’bout to go deep (Huh) then deep cover Multiply the team while keeping the streets smothered (Brrrt) Fuck what you heard, fuck what you saying Nigga, I don’t hear nothing unless it’s about a payment (Woo) Big herringbone and a ring full of diamonds Plus thе joint of some girl that came from a consignment (What?) I got a trap in thе back and one in the middle (One in the middle) If it ain’t about a dime then they can slide for a nickel (Let’s get ’em) We the task force shakers getting cash off wavers Only time you seeing me is when I pass off paper (Woo) White stretching, lounging with the killers, learning life lessons Wife stressing, praying to God that no shots wet him (Brr) Cold locker by the lake, big chopper by the face Watch the sunset slowly, no more watching out for Jakes (Nope) I said I watch the sun, no more watching out for Jakes (Uh) , [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Runaway slaves with black feet Patek Phillipes, the sneaks is a rack a piece Sheesh, the Jag seats smell like hashish Only people that had ease is rappers and athletes Drug traffickers, fashion and lux, my fabrics you can’t touch My jackets had the sluts in a camel clutch, uh (What?) Pearl handle on the handgun (Handgun) You hold the hammer like an amateur (Woo) Before Grandma’s cuts, sampling chunk We ain’t tamper with nothing so you could dance on the stuff (Dance, I said) Shitting on a naysayer (Naysayer) Player hater playing tastemaker with basic flavor (Pff) Frontin’ like you got sophisticated tastebuds You know it ain’t safe for son if I taste blood (Uh) My youngin’ play with dust, smokin’ laced bud Cocaine, take a bump and then spray you up [Verse 3: Conway the Machine & Roc Marciano] The Balenciaga rocker, Dior wearer (Ayy, sit down, the fuck?) 2022 two-door Porsche steerer (Vroom) Yeah, the illest of all eras The nigga they all scared of, I sent ’em with pallbearers (Hah) It’s all a matter of time, the stars had to align (Huh?) Dawg walking that time and all that’s on his mind Is getting back on the streets and resorting back to crime I could get you clipped, get my young boy a dime (Boom, boom, boom) Every year in this shit is better than my last one (Uh-huh) Niggas still tryna’ catch up to my last one (Hahaha) I lapped them niggas twice, I passed ’em I snap my fingers, another bag come You still on your dick doing bad, huh? (Hah) The mop come with attachments (Doo, doo, doo) Niggas shot up my truck and I ain’t been relaxed since (I ain’t relaxing, nigga) Niggas been getting whacked since (What’s good, homie?) And we still ridin’ ’round with the MAC behind the black tints (Talk to ’em, nigga) , [Verse 4: Trae the Truth] Coming up out the gutter, all black, lil’ bitch, I’m a knight Certified when I’m stepping, kicks black, lil’ bitch, they was Nikes You don’t want no problems how I play with these guns I drop a fifty on your top, I’m tryna play with these funds I put your ass off in a box, it ain’t no shock, I get you locked in No room for conversation, get you popped and we gon’ box then And I ain’t talking gym the way I get to pressing niggas You need a blessing, listen, listen how I get to stressing niggas This blick gon’ get to stretching niggas, this a message, nigga Run ’em down, I get to catching niggas, ain’t no question, nigga In the field, I’m tryna play the turf, show me what you’re worth Know this shit I’m gripping on is rubber, I ain’t talking Nerf This nigga saying he a problem, bitch, I’m something worse When I slide, I’m tryna catch a body, bitch, I’m playing hearse When I finish, they gon’ meet the Lord, I ain’t talking Flee That’s on me, try me, I’ma get it poppin’ like the bee [Outro: Trae Tha Truth] Blick gon’ get to stretching niggas, this a message, nigga Run ’em down, I get to catching niggas, ain’t no question, nigga Blick-blick gon’ get to stretching niggas, this a message, nigga Run ’em down, I get to catching niggas, ain’t no question, nigga Blick-blick gon’ get to stretching niggas, this a message, nigga Run ’em down, I get to catching niggas, ain’t no question, nigga] |
