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The Four
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Ivy Sole
Featuring(s) : Well$
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[Sample] Ladi dadi, my rounds toting a shotty Them westside winners come for mind soul and ya body Forgetful as fibonacci, yeah, they been sleeping on the 4 Ladi dadi, my rounds toting a shotty Them westside winners come for mind soul and ya body Forgetful as fibonacci, yeah, been sleeping on the 4 [Ivy Sole] My sleeve be compass yeah, heart still dwelling on the west side West of Trade and Tryon, bygones be bylines how many times we turn our cheek Every day of every week we seeking justice Discussing some new techniques so that we can survive police, uh Trying to take it from the porch to the Porsche and uh, still pushing paper and pencil Collect green that's par for the course and uh, no execs or the stencils Keep it simple sweet and keep your temple straight Don't get caught up in the interest rates Ignore them niggas be hating on you Kids in a grown world, we just bid the stork adieu (Bye, bye) And everyday's a celebration so they poppin' the cork to you Queen city be reckless and we won't let you forget us Can't tame the kids from crowntown, from freedom drive to downtown, I promise Ladi dadi, my rounds toting a shotty Them westside winners come for mind soul and ya body Forgetful as fibonacci, yeah, they been sleeping on the 4 Ladi dadi, my rounds toting a shotty Them westside winners come for mind soul and ya body Forgetful as fibonacci, yeah, they been sleeping on the 4 [Well$] Shining on, my dark times, dark skin, bright lights No diamonds but this melanin dance Newports if I'm choosing the cancer Front porch where we do all the planning, look My front porch is my comfort And I'll be right here thuggin' til they come for it Well come forward, if I ever did you wrong then I had to Quick things make room for a bad move Badmon trace the pain in my tattoos Don't blink, don't sneeze, they'll get at you Atchoo, bless, ain't you next No true love, just true sex But time is are, to rep the set Set it stone, trace my steps You see the work, count the reps Count on me to account for what's next Left my heart at the door where we started this shit, uh Look how far we done got with this shit But I ain't gon' have too much longer of this shit 'Cause I can see the fraud in this shit, uh I can see the fraud in this shit, still from the westside Ladi dadi, my rounds toting a shotty Them westside winners come for mind soul and ya body Forgetful as fibonacci, yeah, they been sleeping on the 4 Ladi dadi, my rounds toting a shotty Them westside winners come for mind soul and ya body Forgetful as fibonacci, yeah, they been sleeping on the 4
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