Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 20 On 4 , by - Kur. Release date: 30.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
20 On 4 |
| Can’t complain when my plate get full |
| I’m doing whatever it takes to bloom |
| They wearing the fakest jewels |
| These niggas be fraudin' and think it’s cool |
| Lotta niggas don’t know me, tell bitches we homies |
| Now bitches they think we cool |
| I came up from nothing, I couldn’t get lunch |
| Ask my man for a yank at school |
| I was deep in the bucket, with pistols like fuck it |
| Man I’m with the apes and goons |
| I got tired of sitting, got tired of bullshitting |
| Man I gotta make some moves |
| I ain’t gonna lie, man I got too comfortable when I had things to do |
| And I ain’t gon lie, I was late on the rent |
| They kept calling my phone like it’s due |
| If it’s something you love, then never give up |
| And you gotta keep on chasing |
| I got back my hunger, I ran outta money |
| I barely had any savings |
| You know me trying to rush it |
| But I couldn’t rush it |
| Aye dog I just had to be patient |
| Gave my all, all my pain it was sacred |
| Reem my dawg, can’t nobody replace hm |
| At the loft, I was rolling up thinkin' |
| Should I go or should I take a break |
| It got slow but I ain’t lose my faith |
| Something came thru the timing was great |
| Say she love me but she love the pap |
| Yea I waited my time was hatin' |
| Give my praises to God, ain’t no satan |
| Needed woods, had to stop at the station |
| I just hopped out a Porsche, I was blazin' |
| Let me get 20 on 4, homie thank you |
| Ima do what I do, ain’t no thinking |
| That was young of me, falling for bait |
| How I did it? |
| It’s all dedication |
| Shit I listen and I never say shit |
| Need to take my girl on a vacation |
| Cuz she buggin me out, irritation |
| Off the plane, we just got to LA |
| We gon' check in, then we at Crustaceans |
| We on ours, I just hope they on they shit |
| I’m just hoping my dawg ain’t on fake shit |
| Damn don’t tell me my dawg on some snake shit |
| I got scars and it’s hard to erase it |
| I get love and it’s hard to embrace it |
| Love my dreams, but I get tired of chasin' |
| You ain’t paying then I ain’t gon' come out |
| Shoot at cribs and we tell niggas come out |
| Send a Lyft to her crib, told her come out |
| I was grimy as shit on the come out |
| Fans yellin' and scream when I come out |
| I was serving my green til the sun out |
| Spending beans like it’s not gon' run out |
| On the studio cam with my gun out |
| Streets is dying for my shit to come out |
| I’m the wrong nigga to count out |
| I ain’t the one you should count out |
| I ain’t the one you should count out |
| I’m the wrong nigga to count out |
| Trapping in my acgs it felt impossible to make a stack |
| Getting fronted work, spent mine gotta give theirs back |
| You can hear the hurt, I’m going thru it trynna hold tears back |
| My windbreaker Prada, I just ordered scallops, the water in bottles |
| I get motivated, it’s always good vibes when I run into Wallo and Gill |
| I made my mistakes, so I’ll handle it better |
| When I go and sign my next deal |
| Weathered the storm so I’m coming back better |
| I’m tellin' you It’s gon' be real |
| Niggas got it, don’t know what to do wit it |
| Bout to move outta my spot ain’t renewing it |
| I took loss after loss, I was losing it |
| It was kush in the jar, I was moving it |
| Alot of niggas just talk it, I’m doing it |
| Yeah been that way from the start |
| Making plays at the park, slap box and getting sharp |
| Tats on me full of art, GAT on me it was dark |
| Clear fruit I was parched, clear view I got a spark |
| Don’t know why I got these thoughts |
| Don’t know why I take the blame |
| Feeling like this shit my fault |
| Don’t know why I take the blame |