4 Bel0w

I’m 4 below
That mean I’m cold it’s over bro
Speaking up on this issue so
Niggas know this shit ain’t for show
Fronting and the wake like I was begging just taught me a lesson
Niggas put yo business out so they can play like they progressing (real)
Fuck everybody (huh?)
Fuck everything (yeah)
Family tripping too
And I’m bout that action let’s make a scene (action)
Folks saying I changed that I’m bitter now but I been mean
I lost my fucking brother so
Miss me it ain’t a chill thing
Now I’m hearing fuck shit like John didn’t love jay? (how)
John ain’t even trap
Is he from the block? (Man no way)
I been repping 40 block since I was on the west
In the north I almost got the block tatted on my chest
I was laying low making money while you made a mess
I turned 18 and I got out and you niggas ain’t leave the nest
Niggas act like they don’t know who filled em up when they was low
Who rolled through to sack it up
And left they ass a blunt to blow
Out the door
Me and so and so
Was on a mission getting paid (shh)
Finna rob a weed man he had the loud where he stayed
We scoped it out he got it inside we got it made
We told fam he said damn we can do this 2 ways
Go home or go get strapped and go get too paid
Off tops
Niggas cross me like they trynna break my ankles
But that’s what niggas do when they see you fly as an angel
When niggas not in the picture that’s when they finna frame you
Them niggas don’t really love you them niggas just love to hate you
Or play you til you one up the game fools
Say you ain’t finna win
Then see and be trynna change rules
Misplaced youths
Disgraceful
My brother died in my cousin house cause he let niggas flex wit guns
Then he went on to flex like he did for jay like jay was his son
Niggas claim the dead the hardest
Knowing dead niggas say nothing
Niggas actin froggy better hope that that froggy can jump (they love to flex)
And that nigga you keep hollering free is a snitch
But I don’t say shit I just stack up my chips
Cause the nigga that I got locked up for he den switched
That’s word to Jay
My little brother looked out for me real shit but
Niggas claiming I hated my brother
Chose a hoe over my folks
Y’all say I’m actin funny
But all of you niggas is jokes
All of you niggas can choke
I hope you holding on for life and somebody just cut the rope
Little stupid hoe
Used me til I ain’t got shit
Now y’all wanna say I’m not shit
Then I move way out the way
How me and mine still the topic (bro what the fuck!)
You a fuck nigga and Jay dead cause you want hood approval
Then gone say it’s me and V fault
Like we supplied the shooter
You a dummy you got everybody believing yo story
Talking bout You can’t be mad at him he is really sorry
Listen here I don’t give a fuck
These niggas came at me wrong
And it sound like you support it too
What Jay died so the loyalty gone?
I use to act not no more
I don’t do no show for free
So if I got a problem I say it loud ain’t no low for me
No mute button no hush mode
Why John so cut throat
Loved ones friendly wit the enemy
Can’t love or trust those
My heart cold (4 below)
Won’t feel shit for you humans
My dad told me he gone kill me and thought we could cool it
No sir
And then people look at me like I’m crazy
Cause ain’t finna kick it wit relatives trynna play me
Fuck everybody then
Fuck yo career, yo family
Fuck yo children and friends (woah, John, Bro)
Fuck a album sale, I’m doing well
Fuck yo life hope it ends (oh shit)
Fuck the gossip surrounding me
Fuck yo car and yo rims
Fuck the fame and they money
Fuck every dollar and cent (john)
Fuck anybody opposing me
Or telling me quit (dog stop)
Fuck a stop fuck a opp
Fuck a truce and a friend
And fuck yo loyalty stay on that side
I’m through with this shit
(John what the fuck)