4TLBS Lyrics

She said

Where the team at

We got Jared in the booth team

Yeah let me grab 'em

I got the keys

Scoop the team

Slide thru the town

I got money in my pockets

Looking like I put on forty pounds

Blood red eye sockets

When I'm burning down

I got people claiming homies

But they lost is what I found

I want cream

Only time that I be fiending

Heard you hungry for a check

But you simping for dream an

You got demons in your past

You got demons in your present

I got demons that go fast

Bought a demon as a present

What's the scheme

Seen a fiend loose his spleen

And his dreams to a white bus bean

Got a homie with beam

Wouldn't think he on the team

Pointed right at your bean

Bean boozled

Let em google what I mean

OG SHIT

They be asking where I'm from when the beat be hitting

Sweet zone is like 102 bpms

Switch hitting flows

How it goes

On a roll like Jelly

Dropping foes

Dodging hoes

Like I'm Sean O'Malley

On the road

Stuffing cones

In the Cali valleys

Off a woe

Imma go

Add a baddy tally

On my phone

Is the bro

Flipping Krabby Patty's

Where the flow

That we know

Where the OG Mazzi

Microscopic virus

Philanthropic pilot

Psilocybin guidance

Conscious reassignment

Violet colored eyelids

Molecular alignment

Still writing in retirement

Inspired by a lotta shit

And vibes is a requirement

A product of environment

On top of shit like condiments

And confident and cognizant

I'm popping up with profit splits

I'm fiending for a compliment

Abundance of accomplishments

Inconsequential consequences

A feeling of unconsciousness

That's how we do it round here

Bay area shit

Whose Jared in the booth

Gotta go pick up a pack

Think Ali down the street got a pack

You know roll up some woods some blunts

Chill out

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