Fo Chief & Kontrast - 4:20am in Denver (Shots Fired) lyrics

[Verse 1: Fo Chief] Yeah these dreams turn to legacies My open book just tells a story usin A to Z From Z to A and everything between it, scenic pics Is what I paint, a slab of paint it hides the genius (All right) They pushin' bu*tons that they never should Let's face it, I do this better than you ever could Yeah... quit all that whining with that p**y sh** You know exactly what a motherf**in' p**y gets Yeah so keep claiming on your tough voucher Cause honestly I done heard about enough out 'cha Stay in ya lane whatever trail it may be And if you got a f**in' problem you could say it to me (Yeah)... That goes for everybody, yeah my sight's clear Say my name and I'll be Candyman, I'm right there I hear you chatterin' I put that sh** to sleep Then I jumped up in ya dream and turned that b**h to a nightmare Peek a boo, I'll be outside in ya cherokee Waitin' for you to take a piss then it's up the cherry tree I'll break in, put you under some sed-di-dation I'll wrap you up in that bubble tape and tape it... Then I'll beat the ish outta you 'till you shakin' Take me some pictures and save it Exposin' these sissy boys is my favorite... If you could keep up then try, cause I ain't lookin' back Get ya weight up or die Skippin' that chicken scratch [Verse 2: Kontrast] This is a dark forest And all these people are porous They done caught too many holes from the bullets pa**ing before us So they're holey now I mean for real, dog, they're holy now They're gonna need a prayer just to will their God to hold me down I'm racin' off the Blue Dream and the Golden Goat These two colors make my true colors come like holy smoke... Shoulda seen it comin', brother here's your only hope b**hes turn a blind eye like a phony scope ...I'm sick of all the complaining And so they try to mark the target But wouldn't know where to aim it So I push it past the margin I swear to God it's a shame when n***as play around in games that they couldn't picture my frame in I'm a BEAST you couldn't stop And I'm a rock, just to let you know I'm stirring up this pot And I don't stop for no stepping stones... ...I'm a rock just to let you know I'm stirring up this pot And I won't stop until my breath is gone People jackin' up the scene like some bad actors Little pieces of the puzzle turn to sad fragments Dog, check up on ya paws 'fore you bat practice I'll wrap ya wounds in your "gaws," (gauze) Cause you're "swag" backwards Uh....I done made some different arrangements So all you haters can leave and I don't care bout who you came wit, n***a... Watch me paint a metaphor Or better 5, for you and your Hater drive Better off, saying I Never lost When and why do these people wanna just show the tension? How these n***as stayin' fly when there's no ascension? How these n***as gettin' by? Cause there's no prevention They shapeshift and wonder why they don't grow dimension They wasted, seed is dry, they don't grow to mention A facelift, needed by all this blown convention ....so what it really all mean is that my city all seen All the dreams that they're known to mention Don't scream pity When I stop, I'mma spot for ya You can look me up the block, who gon' pop for ya?.. "What up, Doc?," air it out for the block corner My league is Paramount to rookies So they pop Warner