Mag - Four The f** Of It lyrics

[Hook] Why I gotta talk like this, act like that? I ain't bout' to bite my tongue, hold my breath Do I really love her, Im so convinced I don't want another I told her this Bankroll stamped with my print, say I'm on it again I would count up my losses, and multiply them by wins Make them love it (Yeah they do) Quit that judging (Who are you) Selling lies where you lost No excuses for my faults My third tape in the vault, with the gang Know I trust, Yelling f** every label They will never get us City goes so crazy, land of the shady Know it's that 414 baby Turn it high Uplift Make em' vibe off this Knew the music all we had, so we would die for the sh** They won't cop it if it's false, so you don't lie about sh** Diamond for my momma, Damier my bracelet on a b**h I'll say it louder if I got to I don't think these n***as near me You weary I'm frisky On edge Do not tempt me The feeling, she say I be k**ing them, so gently (I'm on, on) [Verse 1] On edge, everything they said I shouldn't One nine, do the things they said I couldn't Comfortably laid back at 4am Say the life legit, is it made for him Made for those stars, we ain't aim for them Open up the doors, gang is moving in MVP had 6 rings up, had six rings up in this sixth Since the icey shoe, dreaming in the fifth No complaining, tell em we gone make our way Beaming in the 7, smoke an eighth a day Love in the west, take it to the bay Now they want the vocals, Imma' compensate Holy book, bring the vinyls out the crates Lost n***as, promise we gone be okay f** the hate mail, for the fan page Richie chain glisten on a dark day [Hook] Why I gotta talk like this, act like that? I ain't bout' to bite my tongue, hold my breath Do I really love her, Im so convinced I don't want another I told her this Bankroll stamped with my print, say I'm on it again I would count up my losses, and multiply them by wins Make them love it (Yeah they do) Quit that judging (Who are you) Selling lies where you lost No excuses for my faults My third tape in the vault, with the gang Know I trust, Yelling f** every label They will never get us City goes so crazy, land of the shady Know it's that 414 baby Turn it high Uplift Make em' vibe off this Knew the music all we had, so we would die for the sh** They won't cop it if it's false, so you don't lie about sh** Diamond for my momma, Damier my bracelet on a b**h