PART I
Starin at the walls in this four cornered room at night
I can not sleep, n*gga I’m about to lose my mind
So many battlefield scars to end up behind bars
For some shit I never did cause these bitches admire stars
I’m a thug not a rapist _ you might hate this
Music but I AINT the one to blame so lets face it
You made us this way from the cradle to the grave
and were tired of being slaves to a system that hates us
dictates what to think
Youre spreading lies daily and then you wonder
why we can’t trust?
its evident they keep us intoxicated and dumb
lil nigga reach for the book and put away your gun
and we might soon take fight to the White House
Give em a piece of our mind and put their lights out
and as we walk up they watch in disgust
cause they never gave a f*ck about us
HOOK
As I sit
(Staring at the walls in this four cornered room)
In my four cornered room
(And I’m counting the days)
As I sit
(Waiting for your call in this four cornered room)
In my four cornered room
(And I’m counting the days)
PART II
Some things don’t change its better to let em go
Some n*ggas will turn and try to hurt you whenever you let em know
What you go through _ get ready to go to war,
Keep your friends close, so your enemies aint far,
Whenever you make moves be prepared for the worst,
And if you love be prepared to get hurt, but that’s worth it,
never trust a cop or the authorities,
Cus they don’t give a fuck about minorities,
and if you got a beef to settle throw them hands up,
Unless you know this n*ggas honor is something you can’t trust,
then bust and fleeeee,
Cause you know the Judge never spend a fuckin day on these streets,
Don’t let your heart turn cold lil n*gga,
Cause they don’t wanna see you grow old lil n*gga
And as we raise up they watch in disgust
Cause they never gave a f*ck about us
HOOK
As I sit
(Staring at the walls in this four cornered room)
In my four cornered room
(And I’m counting the days)
As I sit
(Waiting for your call in this four cornered room)
In my four cornered room
(And I’m counting the days)
As I sit
(Still sittin, Still sittin, Still sittin in my four cornered room)
In my four cornered room
(Still sittin, Still sittin, Still sittin in my four cornered room)
As I sit
(Still sittin, Still sittin, Still sittin in my four cornered room)
In my four cornered room
(Still sittin, Still sittin, Still sittin in my four cornered room)
© 2023 dopfunk
PART I
I still ride on my enemies, sippin on yak and hennesey
ya n*ggas fell off but my true soldiers remember me
frozen in time my nine about to go off
money made these n*ggas go soft and I’m bout to show off
a true thug riding in my drop top benz
(I show no love) aint no need to be friends
so witness my cold strategies
sit on my throne, lavishly
decorated with skulls
cause royalties in my pedigree
I’m gone but I will never be… forgotten
was talking about death cause I knew n*ggas was plottin
so I came back
only to haunt these n*ggas
snakes will slither it dont matter who pulled the trigger
war times over and now that n*ggas is sober
they remember makavelI while barely anyone knows ya
I told ya… my memory wont fade
I came back to set things straight
and all my n*ggas say
HOOK
n*ggas wonder why this game has caused so many tears
(All they promise us is death n*gga)
Theyre stuck up in the hood, but they cant face their fears
(Who’ll be the last one left n*gga?)
Livin through their days as if the lord has become blind
(If you are livin you are blessed n*gga)
You gotta make up your mind, what you wanna do with your life
(the hustle is a test n*gga)
PART II
I cut deep grab your jugular vein and start rippin
n*ggas will start tripping but end up in parts missing
hidden… got no more feelings but my vision is peace
I roll one deep, with my piece, as I creep in these streets
the shadow is my veil as I hit the block
sneaking up on keefe d, busting shots for my n*gga pac
pop, pop, I blow this n*ggas brains out
now the shit he was talking and his blood leaking from the same mouth
shoulda never fucked with a dog n*gga
(bark bark) toss it up all my thug n*ggas
ya scary bitches run once the darkman comes
to take you in, reflect on what you done
and in due time youll find out for yourself who you be
aint no riches that will help you in hell when you meet
your maker, he’ll break ya down and analyze
what you did in your life, n*gga everybody has to die…
HOOK
n*ggas wonder why this game has caused so many tears
(All they promise us is death n*gga)
Theyre stuck up in the hood, but they cant face their fears
(Who’ll be the last one left n*gga?)
Livin through their days as if the lord has become blind
(If you are livin you are blessed n*gga)
You gotta make up your mind, what you wanna do with your life
(the hustle is a test n*gga)
OUTRO
Ya n*ggas been talking a lot of shit since I been gone
But remember one thing n*gga
When you fade into darkness you’ll be forgotten in time
But my legacy lives on
Even your kids and their kids and their grandkids
will still bump my shit while you rot in a grave
n*ggas talk a lot of shit but thats after im gone
cause they feel me in a physical form…