4 Clove Club Songtext

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4 Clove Club Songtext
Never had no patience, I got signed before I graduated
And I had good grades shit, but God damn I had to make it
In school didn't know how to use computers, made the rawest statements
I knew exactly what I was doing since I put paws to pavement
Every block I walked [?] workers paid them
Put palms to face when commas wasted on some basics, basic shit
I'd rather drop some dough and know my homies ate some shit Than have some glaze up on my wrist, look
Heard some shit about my flag, lot of fucking talk
It's simple, I'm mixed, don't fit into a fucking box
Ain't a riddle to this shit, it's just poppy tryna pop
That's just Patty tryna rap, John Gotti of the flock
Bob Marley with the pot, smash hits on the pot
Yeah, that's what I want
Do me and still be hot, it's a fucking bop
Can't do green, blue screen, too much green I rock
Ya heard

I've been on some next shit since the debt shit
Even when I get shit it's on to the next shit
Been on, I'ma get mine since back in the Mets hat
But I don't got time to fucking reflect back
So I froze up then I rose up, 4 Clove Club
Cold what, coqui and some cold cuts for the mutts
No more half halves, make a flag, throw it up
Get a bag, blow a buck
Get it back, grow it up

Not enough time to not grind
Been sonned too many times to not shine
Beer for breakfast, here in the Texas
Uber here, it's a Lexus
Or am I wit' it, some press shit
Next shit, next shit, shit's depressing
I don't even get it, even when I got it man it's on to the next shit
I'ma be honest I ain't even want it by the time it get depressing
Now its all wack (Fax), but a motherfucker gotta bounce back, refresh it
Testing questions, [?], thinking I'ma learn some lessons
I ain't gotta learn no shit, I just gotta burn a spliff and blessing
As my profession flexing and I earn this shit, a professor
Tenure, drink while class in session
Stink of ash and Benson
Edges came with a pack henchmen, I'm back
And I ain't been this sick since back in Peckham
Matter fact back when I was that rapping freshman, schmacked

I've been on some next shit since the debt shit
Even when I get shit it's on to the next shit
Been on, I'ma get mine since back in the Mets hat
But I don't got time to fucking reflect back
So I froze up then I rose up, 4 Clove Club
Cold what, coqui and some cold cuts for the mutts
No more half halves, make a flag, throw it up
Get a bag, blow a buck
Get it back, grow it up

You motherfucker, you, you white motherfucker
I told you to get the fuck out
You fucking piece of shit