The Four Lyrics

[Intro: Sample]

[Chorus: Ivy Sole]
Ladi dadi, my rounds toting a shotty
Them westside winners come for mind soul and ya body
Forgetful as fibonacci, yeah, they been sleeping on the 4
Ladi dadi, my rounds toting a shotty
Them westside winners come for mind soul and ya body
Forgetful as fibonacci, yeah, been sleeping on the 4

[Verse 1: Ivy Sole]
My sleeve be compass yeah, heart still dwelling on the west side
West of Trade and Tryon, bygones be bylines how many times we turn our cheek
Every day of every week we seeking justice
Discussing some new techniques so that we can survive police, uh
Trying to take it from the porch to the Porsche and uh, still pushing paper and pencil
Collect green that's par for the course and uh, no execs or the stencils
Keep it simple sweet and keep your temple straight
Don't get caught up in the interest rates
Ignore them niggas be hating on you
Kids in a grown world, we just bid the stork adieu (Bye, bye)
And everyday's a celebration so they poppin' the cork to you
Queen city be reckless and we won't let you forget us
Can't tame the kids from crowntown, from freedom drive to downtown, I promise

[Chorus: Ivy Sole]
Ladi dadi, my rounds toting a shotty
Them westside winners come for mind soul and ya body
Forgetful as fibonacci, yeah, they been sleeping on the 4
Ladi dadi, my rounds toting a shotty
Them westside winners come for mind soul and ya body Forgetful as fibonacci, yeah, they been sleeping on the 4
[Verse 2: Well$]
Shining on, my dark times, dark skin, bright lights
No diamonds but this melanin dance
Newports if I'm choosing the cancer
Front porch where we do all the planning, look
My front porch is my comfort
And I'll be right here thuggin' til they come for it
Well come forward, if I ever did you wrong then I had to
Quick things make room for a bad move
Badmon trace the pain in my tattoos
Don't blink, don't sneeze, they'll get at you
Atchoo, bless, ain't you next
No true love, just true sex
But time is are, to rep the set
Set it stone, trace my steps
You see the work, count the reps
Count on me to account for what's next
Left my heart at the door where we started this shit, uh
Look how far we done got with this shit
But I ain't gon' have too much longer of this shit
'Cause I can see the fraud in this shit, uh
I can see the fraud in this shit, still from the westside

[Chorus: Ivy Sole]
Ladi dadi, my rounds toting a shotty
Them westside winners come for mind soul and ya body
Forgetful as fibonacci, yeah, they been sleeping on the 4
Ladi dadi, my rounds toting a shotty
Them westside winners come for mind soul and ya body
Forgetful as fibonacci, yeah, they been sleeping on the 4

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