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CEO Trayle

July The Fourth

 

July The Fourth

(album: Vier - 2022)


(Who made this beat?)
Grrra, bow, bow, bow
Go, go
Ay, ay

I don't feel nun', I just feel numb (Twysted Genius, baby)
I don't hear nun', but I hear some'
In my ear drums, hate make me kill some
You can't hate me out in public, so you hate
Alone
You can't hate me round everybody else, you
Hate at home
Big Ol' Backdoor the bomb, come on this trip I
Show you some
Perkies make me feel numb, I just try escape
Used to buy the SRT's and flip the plates
Used to go straight to the candy lady get the
Plates
Eating food my mama smacked my head said, "Boy better say your grace"
Child stay in your place, ay, say child save your face
You gone need that later, you know they don't do no favors
Better go on them moves and capers
How you gone get your shoes for school? How
You get pen and paper?
They ain't tryna let you borrow none, but it got greater later
I got tired of hearing, "Sorry son," so I bought
Me my first bomb
Went outside and made a run now here I come
Trayle, you can see him coming, mama cry like
We cut onions
Said her baby boy made something outta'
Nothing
Ay don't do that shit for nothing 4
This for Baby 4, I said that before
But I say it like I ain't said it before
They gone play it for 4
They not playing with 4
I told Gwap to slam the door
Secret stash that's where them hammers go
Nigga its July the Fourth
Came back, they brought me back now I'm
Gone slime the Pope
It's Big Back, you slime, me I'ma slime you back, slimy cat
Can you get up out that trunk nigga
Find a latch
Worried 'bout the label paying me back
They say you can't be saying that, "Fuck em"
Police I be tryna' duck 'em
They think I be up to something
But I don't be doing nothing
I'm just tryna protect myself like everybody
Else outside
I'm just riding getting high
Everybody gettting by, but my new watch was 75
I skate around like Golden Glide
My freezer filled with frozen pies
He hate me, it show in his eyes
She love me and I'm knowing why
He plugged me, I love him for life
He paved the way, I bought him ice
And I'm not going for that shit twice
I kept on rapping 'til I got nice, yeah
This Amiri denim, don't forget to say that bitch, yeah
He a Master Splinter, shhh, don't even say that, bitch
If she don't reciprocate, yeah, don't even save that bitch
Tell 'em add the demon voice, yeah, nigga
Change the pitch

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?