1-4 Freestyle

Hungry youngin getting it out the gate 
Pockets full don't ask what I make
Wolves with me 
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
 
It Go, It go  
One, hungry youngin getting it out the gate wait 
Two, pockets full don't ask what I make wait 
Three, wolves with me nigga keep it safe  
It's for the pack for the fam, can't relate 
 
Nigga shit been all great 
I got a lot left but I came long way 
I'm here to play, no hotels need a long stay 
Keep up that barking we gon put you in a dog's place 
I used to ball my jay was Yè, don't even talk cray  
Show love that's what all say  
Had a big heart, now it's more hollow than a hallway  
Lost so many people, no tears man we all pray  
Life's a marathon, get set and now they all race 
Y'all safe, y'all do what the boss say  
Keep Ya whole squad on ice, call me Gordy Bombay 
We was young wilding on the parkway  
Sun shining bright still managed to have a dark day  
Swimming in them waters where them piranha and sharks lay 
Just lost one of my eaters her name was Shante  
I ain't lead her on, she led herself to the wrong page  
Shorty this the entree 
Pimpin my long Johns bomb babe 
This about a million dollars' worth of that hustler's ambition  
I'll show how to get it not what you getting, the difference  
Do it for the love, but I fell in love with the chicken   
And all the other things that's labeled on this prescription  
This my drug my homie 
Like don't be fuckin with my bump homie  
This rap shit done made me trust one homie  
Y'all don't know me  
Don't get enthused by shit that you say want from me  
I'm from them buildings, might have the stench on the slums on me  
Fuck a hand, I rather get it with my brothers man  
You know, keep the money circling through mother's land  
We don't got 100 plans, got em betting on my hands  
Imma have em good, it's 100 raps or 100 grams, season 
It go 
One, hungry youngin getting it out the gate wait
Two, pockets full don't ask what I make 
It's for the pack for the fam, you can't relate  
Woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah