8 Mile Ray - 4TH DEGREE

Feel like Jordan back in '96
Yeah,
Finna fuck a Big Beaver then we at the strip,
Bitch I'm only buying garbage bags,
I ain't buyin' zips,
Stack the whole summer, winter time,
I'ma take a trip
I called Bandz for the drop,
He say it's on the Warren,
I couldn't do a 9-5 cause that shit was boring,
She lightskin from the city
Talking bout she foreign?
I left the game and came back,
Bitch I'm still scoring
"You ain't tryna chase A bag?"
Shit it's more for me,
Cuz say he got a deal,
It's a 4 for 3
Unky made a killing' in that kitchen,
It's a 4th Degree
I don't get it why these Niggas talking crazy
Can't afford to beef?
If you travel on that road, never take a stop
Me and Cuz havin' a discussion, how to feed the block,
Designer shoes 1 of 1 ,
They ain't in the stock,
I ain't worried, got a 30 round mag sitting in the Glock,
I remember all them times that I didn't have it
Now I'm ridin' like the presidential when I'm out in traffic
Heron Preston,
Louis for the fabric,
All the hoes that used to hoe me in the past
I don't hear them laughin
If rap flopp then my niggas trappin'
Cuz callin' me from jail, talkin' bout they got him for entrapment
Summer over but I'm still stackin',
Boom A get you out the way then play it crazy, like it never happened

Written by:
Ray H

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