Marc ILL - 4th Quarter

Final stretch in this 4th quarter
Ligaments torn
Hard figure like I’m morse coding
Doors closed, I’m focused on what’s more important
And piss poor for planning get you piss poor performance
Need more endurance
All these blows that I’m absorbing
My bones is broken
What I gotta get in the zone might compose the motion
Them kind moments we ride tom joyner mornings
Car still frozen over
I’m barely old enough to see on the road we coastin’

Coastin’
Aint no time for coastin’
Ohhh whoa
Ohhh whoa
Aint no time for coastin’
Coastin’
This the 4th quarter
Gots to go harder

I’m bubba chuck in the 4th
I bet these niggas lose
Fuck practice, I’m good at this
I gotta show and prove
Fuck actors with good tactics
What they showing you
‘Cause once they take the wigs off
They usually reaping what they sew in too
I go into a whole nother zone
That’s as the game goes
Documentaries on the come up
That’s once the game knows
That every verse a triple double
These hall of fame flows
We making NBA jams
I got the flame thrower
I’m Dame loyal
This what she complained for
I said I’d never change, she want me change for her
Change for the better
Never change for the cheddar
Thinking bout them times out we never had like Chris Webber
‘Cause I don’t hang with whoever
‘Cause they pretense got me on defense
Like women that just want rings like Lebron heat bench
Did too many things in life that had my mom teeth clenched
Been a long time coming
Just keep calm till we clinch
Yea
Used to keep calm when the beef tense
Till them niggas drove past my parents lawn with deep tints
I ain’t know it till my man stopped me in the hall to keep sense
That nigga called when he pulled up
I ain’t been involved in beef sense
‘Cause peep this
I had practice they could’ve aired it out
Shootin while I’m shootin and killed everyone I cared about
And I would’ve had no choice but to find his whereabouts
Look him in his eyes raise the barrel and bring the terror out
Having him catching bullets young like a terrell route
And this was all over some girl that we ain’t care about
Dirt I did my fair amount
Shit ain’t worth the paramount
Consequences that come with it
Squashed the shit I was done with it
Yea
Now I’m Kobe in the 4th
If you ignored me in the accord then you don’t know me in the Porsche
Some niggas came and went, I’m just the one that stayed the course
Idk why they think they killing shit
I’m the one that made the corpse nigga
Yea
That’s facts only
I really ball ESPN really got stats on me
I stand tall you would really think I’m shaq homie
You say you really real I really think it’s cap homie for real
You say you really real I really think it’s cap homie for real
You say you really real I really think it’s cap homie, it’s ill

Coastin’
Aint no time for coastin’
Ohhh whoa
Ohhh whoa
Aint no time for coastin’
Coastin’
This the 4th quarter
Gots to go harder

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