[Hook]
If I die before I wake then homie ill do my part
Middle finger to the devil when he punch my time card
In and out the nap i leave 4600 tire marks
Rappers bout that action but run as soon as the fire starts
They run as soon as the fire starts
Run as soon as the fire starts
4600, I’m doin my part
Cause bitch i never fold up when the fire starts
[Verse 1]
Bitch I’m from the nap, BTF, got FOES up on both hands
Never threw a set up as young man, never toted straps when i sagged my pants low
But i still got in some jams tho. some shit coulda ended like rambo
But i stayed solid, did not get involved, and now I’m on track to get bands hoe
And i ain't got no beef, but you can still catch my hands tho
Ride thru the city, I’m flossing, tryna get lost, ain't nowhere i can’t go
Behind the fairground the land tho. arsenal park where i skated or hooped
Now i stay up in chicago, harrison park is the view while I’m tryna get loot
Passion not passive. my grave in the booth
Write while I’m riding a train to the loop
Realized i wasn’t working as hard as i should be, nothing more painful than truth
Holy fuck I’m bout to *poof*
Blow up like portable mattresses
Gon look at all of my catalogue, my life in analog, all that i captured, i practiced it. *woo*
So save a parking spot in Nap, I’m back in town
Lets celebrate a W and throw some cash around
Im really with this rappin shit, homie, just ask around
Plus it keep G, and stay solid, I’m never backing down
If I die before I wake then homie ill do my part
Middle finger to the devil when he punch my time card
In and out the nap i leave 4600 tire marks
Rappers bout that action but run as soon as the fire starts
They run as soon as the fire starts
Run as soon as the fire starts
4600, I’m doin my part
Cause bitch i never fold up when the fire starts
[Verse 1]
Bitch I’m from the nap, BTF, got FOES up on both hands
Never threw a set up as young man, never toted straps when i sagged my pants low
But i still got in some jams tho. some shit coulda ended like rambo
But i stayed solid, did not get involved, and now I’m on track to get bands hoe
And i ain't got no beef, but you can still catch my hands tho
Ride thru the city, I’m flossing, tryna get lost, ain't nowhere i can’t go
Behind the fairground the land tho. arsenal park where i skated or hooped
Now i stay up in chicago, harrison park is the view while I’m tryna get loot
Passion not passive. my grave in the booth
Write while I’m riding a train to the loop
Realized i wasn’t working as hard as i should be, nothing more painful than truth
Holy fuck I’m bout to *poof*
Blow up like portable mattresses
Gon look at all of my catalogue, my life in analog, all that i captured, i practiced it. *woo*
So save a parking spot in Nap, I’m back in town
Lets celebrate a W and throw some cash around
Im really with this rappin shit, homie, just ask around
Plus it keep G, and stay solid, I’m never backing down
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