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Feel it, Yo, I'm from the 4 where they battle the foes And when the poles get opposed by the pole Then they posin' Never know why they soul bummin' Feel like Cole when the clothes bummy Bitches on the run feel like Pun For the latin folks For hispanic folks Pass the dope I had a past of hope But really now I know I'm the one, we the ones When they funds runnin' low Who they hittin for the dough? If it dial hear a tone from it I won't answer no mo' Hit the plug need about 4 mo' Shawty got that FOMO Cuz she know I'ma blow someday And so in turn tryna blow tonight But I won't go for it Tryna go forth in this rap game But this shit is just a game like I said so its changin' And they nerfin' the real How many times will a casket get filled Before we put them guns down? Ima keep mine up cuz I won't die 'fore a milli get struck Hen' on ice like it's smackin' the puck She on me like the pb wit Smuckers This the jam They got me pissed at sam They talkin' taxes Damn near factions Damn near fascist World is a disaster But f*ck that had a Dutch4lunch We got these big ass blunts For all these big ass scars It's like a sucker punch I call my gas Muhammad That's Ali Sting like just one bee Who could do it like me? Man the answers unlikely 'N you don't gotta hype me Said you don't gotta hype me Uh, Nah, I really do this shit Yea, And I know I do Huh, Lincoln Avenue Mm, Yea, Layton Boulevard Huh, Was up on Grant block goin' hard Souf! (Beat Switch) Yo, I'm from the 4-1-4 They think of giannis and buck signs I have a hard time catchin' sleep While they bust nines The crime rate rise Young boys wit the fye Them boys upped it last week But we not meant to die But really they woulda passed It was 3 guns to 1 Luckily we all grown 'n we knew what it was Just some young boys scared cuz they never could fight So they grippin' on the metal but they scared of the light We played nice 'N we all walked away 'Bout 30 minutes later heard a full clip spray I'm from the 4-1-4