TruRebel Migs - 4:48 Lyrics

I got my 48 on lock
Quarter all up in my socks
4:48 on clock
About to punch the clock
Response to a call
A nigga tryna cop
God damn, this shit don't stop
Shit I'm fuckin shot
48 hours, I'm up tic Tock
I'm tryna top my conglomerates
But honestly my profit is moderate
I stop and I contemplated
Of how my process is modulated by my projects
Yeah I be pondering
Oh shit what time is it
I ain't tryna stop and pitch
My clientele to my competition
Cuz my eviction I can't petition
I'm on a mission my nigga
I'm on commission
Constant commissions of drug possessions with distribution intentions
My block is tension
Body's dropping
The cops is watching
Forgot to mention
The spot we rest is our shot connection's
Another text message
Where the fuck you at
Nigga call me back
Ak Fall back
Yo It's a fact
That my faculty
Got static
I stand with
A holy matrimony
Of origin Ls
GF niggas
That ill smack a phony
My strap is on me
Got the cheese
I'm tryna eat
You look like macaroni
But fuck that shit
Let's get back to the story
A ratchet glory
Battle won
By the baddest son
That's werd to Gladys' son
He looked in my eyes
Schooled the kid on being wise
Reason all the time
Maybe that's the reason I decide
To lay my hammer
I won't get nailed if I pass my plastic to TTime
Another ring shit that's three times
I dapped my mans gave him peace sign
Raised up off the couch up in the trap house
Toked my roach and put the ash out
It's Time to work and get this cash now
Hit the hatch now
Latch the hatch I'm bout to head out
Sped out
Dead out is the elevator
That never made a
Hesitater out of a paper chaser
I hit the stair cases
And brace the look on my face is just a flat painless
Tainted from staring at mad cases
I Mastered the basics
Mass in my patience
Bagging and weighting
Nigga I'm waiting
He tryna dictate and
I ain't accommodating
Nigga Meet me in building 8***
This the place the exchange took place
The nigga paid me
My life is crazy
16 a nigga he feel like he aging
I'm pacing
I'm racing skating to my building lobby
Behind me
A grimey cop Hernandez this fagot dying to find me
Tryna remind me
That I could be remanded
Demanding
He wanna know the spot
Fucking crooked cop
Hand in my crotch
Grabbing my cock
Like I'm a thot
Shit I'm about to lose my scholarship
A scholar I conjured up the intricate plot
Hit em with the pitch like I'm here
To visit my pops
Bi-passed
The Trespass
Im dodging the system
Prison is not
Lodged in my isms
This knowledge is power
It's followed with wisdom
I'm Spittin the cyph
To shed light
Right through the prisms
Know your conditions
And hone your position
And own your decisions
This for my fallen niggas
Lost in collisions
In spaford and bridges
Rikers and prisons
Who lost they envisions
To offer provisions
This shit was written
My scriptures is for the children
My scriptures for the children

Fire fire
This shit OD fire