Don Pablito - 4 Wing Fried Rice

From seven to 6 on the block like Yao Ming
Big rusty 45 with the loud ring
I seen a mother get shot watching her child swing
Told the nigga that did it he wicked
That’s a foul thing it
These ballers shooting for stripes
Ain’t about ring
Become legendary in our scene
Hit Jamaica Ave with shopping bags
In the coliseum
You stare at me long i do i wrong if you tryna scheme
The shit i had to learn
Wrong turn it is not dream
Turn to a nightmare these nihgaz don’t fair
Had a blade tucked in. My shoes yea the Nike air
Everyday it’s something to prove
That’s the price hear

That’s probably why Niggaz dying every night here
We breed rap getting signed will
Change ya life here

Saw so many funerals i can’t even cry tears
They say
You gotta deal with what you lose that’s criterea
The beef will never die if you move we gon slide their
My town don’t
Ever make the news
This ain’t Times Square
Tryna get the root in class
Like times squares decimal gotta move
Go behind right there yea

4 wings fried rice that was my life
No msg please
With a Klondike
You righteous then define right
Let’s see if ya mind right
Or you just following what the blind write
Its more to the game then highlights
So what you see now can’t explain the how right right
I’m in the big Benz with the loud pipes
Some niggaz done found Christ
And i done been convicted at trial twice
Some niggaz ain’t make it that was wild nice
Remembering them wild nights
Be sleeping in the basement found mice
Couldn’t bring shorty through
Fronting for the Pusey neva thought to do
We get the same thing
But it’s costin you
You ever had nothing to offer
To a bitch that’s bossed up
You wishing with short luck
It’s horrible

The gift wasn’t on me it was in me
You shallow you the opposite
Wearing all this gold
But you empty

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