Jayoseven & AceMaceo - 4door Lyrics

You f*ckin' with a Ukiyo joint

I be on my own, I'm tryna get right
He ain't bout his money, he just wan get high
We gon' wait on his reaction, it was flight
Get in front these niggas, in yo back a knife
I can't love nobody no more, ain't no time
Wasn't wit me in that four-door, you ain't mine
Mind on money, going broke will not suffice
I can't die because the fake gon' multiply

My pocket, my mind don't matter to no one,
They just want me onna verse
They going out bad, they going out sad
I could never go out worse
If I get capped I'm a martyr
The shit that I talk about, really y'all lurkin'
Spitting my pain on this Ace, uh
You know that's my purpose
Look back on the bonds they broke
But I only blame myself
I gotta get it until I can't move
Could give a f*ck bout the health
It's amazing to me how they finna come 'round
After you felt what you felt
Double G on my belt
I got some racks imma throw in the air
Imma just walk that walk
They don't want no pressure
Keep a blade behind me
Call that Sacred Treasure
Homie said he gon make it
Wish you luck on your endeavor
All these f*ck niggas gon copy
Jayo just can do it better
Boy gon fold, act like we cousins
I got a gift, jit come to me runnin'
Don't come to me if you askin' for money
It is what it is, but it ain't what it wasn't
Nigga wan' talk, ain't no discussion
Got a lil choppa it come with percussion
That bih she bussin'
I'm in a four-door with gang it ain't nothin', pressin' the button

I be on my own, I'm tryna get right
He ain't bout his money, he just wan get high
We gon' wait on his reaction, it was flight
Get in front these niggas, in yo back a knife
I can't love nobody no more, ain't no time
Wasn't wit me in that four-door, you ain't mine
Mind on money, going broke will not suffice
I can't die because the fake gon' multiply