Letra de 4:30 - Hurricane Wisdom

Mic check, mic check type shit

Ayy

I just wanna make a—

Okay, I say (These folks got to hear this shit, Saucii)

I just wanna make a hit, but I don't wanna lie

Low-key wanna take a flick, but I'm kinda shy

I know they been talkin' shit, but I don't pay it mind

'Cause I know I ain't sparin' shit when it's time to slide

I was a shorty, granny said, "Eat your green beans"

Young niggas had two 40s and them bitches there hold green beams

It's not important, but everyone don't got big dreams

We the majority, niggas tryna make ends meet

Had to mature to realize that it's a shit creek

And life'll send you up that bitch if you ain't got no heat

But it's okay, youngin, stay focused

These is hard times, so I love a bitch who notice

Keep a hard grind for each rhyme to make me goated

Stay in your own lane, your own man'll make you lose it

I say calm down and then get groovy

Catch a bankroll, that's enough to get you movin'

You wanna get some more, then hold it down if shit get stupid

'Cause niggas off-brand, gotta watch for false flags

It be the fake friends that be tryna shake hands

If it don't make cents, nigga, it don't make sense

I just wanna make a hit, but I don't wanna lie

Low-key wanna take a flick, but I'm kinda shy

I know they been talkin' shit, but I don't pay it mind

'Cause I know I ain't sparin' shit when it's time to slide

I tell them motivation, you gotta find your placement

Sometimes, you gotta figure it out

And that take some dedication, I know that you can make it

See, I just wanna show you how

Listen

I fucked over twenty bands just for bein' friendly

And then I lost a couple friends just for bein' stingy

Then I tried to make amends, they ain't wanna hear me

I say fuck 'em, I can't trust 'em, get this money now

'Cause your wallet might fold, but them hundreds, they won't change on you

So just stick to the goal, I swear that I see fame in you

I know how it goes, they gon' try to throw the blame on you

You turn around and everybody actin' brand new

You swear it's love, I swear to God them boys can't stand you

They just tryna turn your noggin into ant food

And I'm just tryna turn the projects to a Cancún

You think I'm a lie, you'd be a damn fool

I just wanna make a hit, but I don't wanna lie

Low-key wanna take a flick, but I'm kinda shy

I know they been talkin' shit, but I don't pay it mind

'Cause I know I ain't sparin' shit when it's time to slide

Ooh

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