How you be running through the streets, can't tell a mag from a clip
Takes more to fight a motherf*cker, then reach down to your hip
And I could preach against the violence, all I'll get is a skip
I may have grew up in the burbs, but ain't nobody hand me shit like
They rollin' 4 Deep, grip the 40, put him on 4 Tees
F*ck the police, they screamin' free D
Like, judge, please, please just let me leave
Just have mercy and free me
Like, hi, my name's D, and I shot the other three
The truth is, the wealth and power held the gun to his head
He had the choice to kill his friend or live and die in a benz
So D just shot two, then later, yeah, he did it again
And then was makin' amends, by writing checks off with a pen
Oh, his bitch, she wanna see him, now she lookin' through glass
The end? His story's over, guess it's all in the past
They could type however much, but bitch, I'm still gettin' cash
Rather work for slow money than go and get it too fast (what)
I'm sorry that I rap about all of this shit, I ain't jackin'
Rather see me be a trapper than to see a cracker rappin'
I'm throwin' shade to all these haters, watch me ball Lamar Jackson
Now they watchin' from the bench, like, lil' bitch, what the f*ck happened?
Go and kill a mama, baby, we gon' make him see
Better think before you, f*ck with me
I got one silver bullet and it's in my gun
All black Cadillac, make her baby run
Go and kill a mama, baby, we gon' make him see
Better think before you, f*ck with me
I got one silver bullet and it's in my gun
All black Cadillac, make her baby run
How you be running through the streets, can't tell a mag from a clip
Takes more to fight a motherf*cker, then reach down to your hip
And I could preach against the violence, all I'll get is a skip
I may have grew up in the burbs, but ain't nobody hand me shit like
They rollin' 4 Deep, grip the 40, put him on 4 Tees
F*ck the police, they screamin' free D
Like, judge, please, please just let me leave
Just have mercy and free me
Like, hi, my name's D, and I shot the other three
Go and kill a mama, baby, we gon' make him see
Better think before you f*ck with me
I got one silver bullet and it's in my gun
All black Cadillac, make her baby run
JAYDEN MANIS - 4 Deep Lyrics
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How you be running through the streets, can't tell a mag from a clip
Takes more to fight a motherf*cker, then reach down to your hip
And I could preach against the violence, all I'll get is a skip
I may have grew up in the burbs, but ain't nobody hand me shit like
They rollin' 4 Deep, grip the 40, put him on 4 Tees
F*ck the police, they screamin' free D
Like, judge, please, please just let me leave
Just have mercy and free me
Like, hi, my name's D, and I shot the other three
The truth is, the wealth and power held the gun to his head
He had the choice to kill his friend or live and die in a benz
So D just shot two, then later, yeah, he did it again
And then was makin' amends, by writing checks off with a pen
Oh, his bitch, she wanna see him, now she lookin' through glass
The end? His story's over, guess it's all in the past
They could type however much, but bitch, I'm still gettin' cash
Rather work for slow money than go and get it too fast (what)
I'm sorry that I rap about all of this shit, I ain't jackin'
Rather see me be a trapper than to see a cracker rappin'
I'm throwin' shade to all these haters, watch me ball Lamar Jackson
Now they watchin' from the bench, like, lil' bitch, what the f*ck happened?
Go and kill a mama, baby, we gon' make him see
Better think before you, f*ck with me
I got one silver bullet and it's in my gun
All black Cadillac, make her baby run
Go and kill a mama, baby, we gon' make him see
Better think before you, f*ck with me
I got one silver bullet and it's in my gun
All black Cadillac, make her baby run
How you be running through the streets, can't tell a mag from a clip
Takes more to fight a motherf*cker, then reach down to your hip
And I could preach against the violence, all I'll get is a skip
I may have grew up in the burbs, but ain't nobody hand me shit like
They rollin' 4 Deep, grip the 40, put him on 4 Tees
F*ck the police, they screamin' free D
Like, judge, please, please just let me leave
Just have mercy and free me
Like, hi, my name's D, and I shot the other three
Go and kill a mama, baby, we gon' make him see
Better think before you f*ck with me
I got one silver bullet and it's in my gun
All black Cadillac, make her baby run
Takes more to fight a motherf*cker, then reach down to your hip
And I could preach against the violence, all I'll get is a skip
I may have grew up in the burbs, but ain't nobody hand me shit like
They rollin' 4 Deep, grip the 40, put him on 4 Tees
F*ck the police, they screamin' free D
Like, judge, please, please just let me leave
Just have mercy and free me
Like, hi, my name's D, and I shot the other three
The truth is, the wealth and power held the gun to his head
He had the choice to kill his friend or live and die in a benz
So D just shot two, then later, yeah, he did it again
And then was makin' amends, by writing checks off with a pen
Oh, his bitch, she wanna see him, now she lookin' through glass
The end? His story's over, guess it's all in the past
They could type however much, but bitch, I'm still gettin' cash
Rather work for slow money than go and get it too fast (what)
I'm sorry that I rap about all of this shit, I ain't jackin'
Rather see me be a trapper than to see a cracker rappin'
I'm throwin' shade to all these haters, watch me ball Lamar Jackson
Now they watchin' from the bench, like, lil' bitch, what the f*ck happened?
Go and kill a mama, baby, we gon' make him see
Better think before you, f*ck with me
I got one silver bullet and it's in my gun
All black Cadillac, make her baby run
Go and kill a mama, baby, we gon' make him see
Better think before you, f*ck with me
I got one silver bullet and it's in my gun
All black Cadillac, make her baby run
How you be running through the streets, can't tell a mag from a clip
Takes more to fight a motherf*cker, then reach down to your hip
And I could preach against the violence, all I'll get is a skip
I may have grew up in the burbs, but ain't nobody hand me shit like
They rollin' 4 Deep, grip the 40, put him on 4 Tees
F*ck the police, they screamin' free D
Like, judge, please, please just let me leave
Just have mercy and free me
Like, hi, my name's D, and I shot the other three
Go and kill a mama, baby, we gon' make him see
Better think before you f*ck with me
I got one silver bullet and it's in my gun
All black Cadillac, make her baby run
Writer: Jayden Torrance
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