Fourth - Originale lyrics

[Intro] [Hook 1: Biggie BK] I said Originale 'pon de block ya know How them all wan' talk But them wanna rock But them never know How rudeboy a go How rudeboy a go How rudeboy a go Now let's go [x4] (I feel like... I feel like I'm gonna build a wall around my raps...) Dem a no want no war ya see Dem a want a want no war ya see [Fourth] Badman come through, white girl my b**h Lookin like "Who?", we do not snitch And you know this, true when I wrote this I remember, I was sitting with a fat a**ed 9, September "Give me some of that" She said "I done hit a few, but uh, none were black" So I had to skrt-skrt to the cul de sac Then she got it good good, f** a humble brag Had to hit the stu-stu, thats how we gettin' stacks And I had to hit that (phew! phew!) to get away from rats Still working with the pen, but not the one they keep us at And a few of them had tried us, but none of them are black You know ! [Trizzle] Trizzle on the track Young and witty tryna put my city on the map Bobby with me with the way I'm cooking up the crack Rapping illy it'll probably get me a plaque Yeah, I'm spitting facts, and I do this for the youth Tailored for the greatness, tryna make 'em follow suit Gyal is looking cute and got a kid in high pursuit As a rapper I got 'few admirers Two girls tryna be first lady I got two Melanias, trump that Young n***a, I jump back and hit a 3 like Kyrie They ain't wait for them dumb raps Wylin' out like rugrats with no parental advisory I believe I've been the man since I was 3 Originale entirely, you know it [Hook 2: Biggie BK] Originale 'pon de block ya know How them all wan' talk But them wanna rock But them originale gangstaman pon de floor That rudeboy a talk, but them don't want war Let's go, let's go, come on ! Rid your man, no gangsta man that wanna talk But dem no want no war with man Let's go Yeah, yeah yeah [x3] [Genre]