Kolyon - 4th Quarter lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black] Kodak, Kodak Black Don't act like you don't know [Verse 1: Kodak Black] Me and momo riding in the Chevy Say my neck about to break my chain too heavy Rebirth of Lou Scott Makavelli (ooo purp) Born stacking bread like the deli (I've been rich) So you can take it where you want I'm kamikaze wanna try me? Suggest you dont Oh, I told you boy, I'm riding the donk Oh, I got shooters posted by my door I'm from the Noy, yeah I stay Polo to the floor Oh, my money long, I cut my homies short From Golden Acres, what it is, it really ain't I'm lyrical and what I be saying gon' make you think I'm all in, I be solo, don't need no friends I f** with Lil Soto, that's my cuh-in-law, he get it in Lil Jackboy, he just wrote me, that n***a he like my kin I be up all night on M's, I don't f** around with no Xans Super charged, I'ma hit the game like a ram You n***as lame with a lil fame on Instagram I do my thing, I'm about to make you n***as flame Ain't holding back no more, I'm finna make you feel my rage n***a please? n***a what? n***a who? You running your mouth, your lips bigger than your shoe Me and my pocket monster, us two, that's my crew E-Pimp, that's my blood, that's my thug, he bring it through Oh, I'm about to make you n***as feel it Murder charge, fresh to d**h, I'ma make a k**ing Oh, I can turn your state into a city I'm a CEO, I can turn a Drake into a Diddy Oh, bout to hit you n***as where it hurt Why you go so hard? Why they put Wayne head all on my shirt? I'm riding on 26 plus 4's, free Lil Turk He just caught 30, that sh**'ll make me go berserk Punchline, I hit the beat with a jab The difference between me and you, I pull up in a Jag Fingers inching like a rash, fiending for that cash They say "Kodak living good but all his b**hes bad" I ball so hard, my homie fouled 'em, my cast on I rob so much, I'm in the booth with my mask on Oh, I'm riding in the coupe, I'm the truth That money running, I'm outchea chasing it, how about you? You should get on a track and chase it too I can turn a lake into a pool My diamonds shining, why your ice look like it's blue? While you out here lame vibing, you should be out here grinding too They say time is money, I'm showing what timing do Say grind turn into shine, I'm showing what grinding do Lil Kodak Black, I'm the truth Project baby, I'm the truth [Verse 2: Koly P] You ever get the feeling that time is now to make a k**ing? But you the only one that's standing round here with a vision Everybody knows somebody, knows somebody, knows somebody different That's what I'm tryna tell my people but my people don't wanna listen We was brought up in a city where n***as, they hate on n***as b**hes, they hate on b**hes, and all of us is on a**isted Ain't watching my neighbor's paper cause that ain't none of my business n***as can't get it in cause they worrying bout how I'm living Me, I'm my competition Me, hit me on a mission Me, I gotta get me, so I'ma make me be consistent f** it, I'm all in, ain't doubting God's plans Not on tour but I know they get easy in the end 23, I'm the man, I'm the f**ing bird n***a I done seen more chickens than Kentucky Fried Chicken Ain't falsifying facts, ask a n***a in my city who the first one to get 'em, to get down with them triggers I am only one man but a different kind of n***a Left the game without a stain like a f**ing place kicker Anything, any lane, any time I'ma get it Put my all in it, when it's empty fall in it, fill it Go hard from the start, from the start to the finish Done it all, college ball, worked a job, ran a business Broke the law, broke a heart, broke my foot up in some n***as Stab me up and shoot me down, but you can't knock me off my pivot [Verse 3: One Grand] I'm a reaper, don't be hollering bout your people I got a stick, it's a f** n***a beater f**ed the b**h cause I don't really need her I'm on point like I'm blowing on keisha I get cheese like I'm going on pizza White girl, Ricki Lake, Mona Lisa n***a go and get your people then Ain't nothing, ain't tripping, we can spend a band Yeah, n***as getting crossed every day I was taught every dog got his day When them bullets go to spark and the dog gotta lay Better hope to God he don't jump with the K Mr. (?), by the park they'll break When you getting money, f** n***as gon' hate Only real can relate Four years in the state And I seen n***as break Better watch your mouth n***a, jumping on your case n***as in the skies (?) off of hate Chain gang now dying bout the case Know some n***as lying locked behind gates Surrounded by them snakes They be all up in your face and Tryna talk the fire and crack on statements Don't pen the affidavit Man I shouldn't have to say this [Outro: One Grand] 4th quarter and we down by two You gon' pa** or shoot? It's 4th quarter and we down by two Is you gon' pa** or shoot? It's 4th quarter, 4th quarter and we down by two Is you gon' pa** or shoot? It's 4th quarter, 4th quarter and we down by two Is you gon' pa** or shoot? Gatorade on the coach