Hard Four

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
The notebook got no pages left
Can't put my blades to rest
I'm always dumpin', I can't say what's next
Look at the way you dress, funeral style
After the blaow, forty cals go in and out
Like a slaughterhouse for cows
I got your spouse aroused, might take her out of town
I'm not the type to throw doubt around
These streets got a thing for lovely murder
Silencers bloody further
Flip you like a apple turnover (z-z-z-za!)
The most to gain and nothin' to lose
The wonsus
It's best that you bow down and pay your dues

[Verse 2: Left Lane Didon]
That's true, you better crowd around and take these jewels
I'm past due, I had to make a move, I turn the cake to two
Like a baker do, there's powder on my apron, dude
I'm breakin' rules, these hoes say I'm irreplaceable
I'm unbreakable, and I'm mostly unavailable
Grip your rosaries when I'm sailin' through
You hit my homie, now I'm trailin' you
Pop the sunroof and let two Bulldogs get to wailin', fool
Flip you like Gabby Douglas
Wet you like a squirtin' punani, I guess you had it comin'
Left, I'm shootin' craps in your backyard
I'm droppin' hard fours, I see the cops and hit the far door
They threw a fiend on the car door, he was higher than the Star Force
I scuffed my Mars 4s
I'm upset like I pump stress and make dumb bets
And still sleep in bunk beds, nigga, dumb vexed
What the fuck niggas want next? A Rev Run set?
I shit on rappers and I ain't even dump yet
I ain't done yet

[Outro: Left Lane Didon]
C'mon man, y'all know what to do right now
Twist that pressure up
Pssh, yo, hand me that lighter, dawg
Now look