4 Corn Freestyle - SmuggzyAce

In this world I only fear allah, that’s god

Put trust in my one four-four long

Like bloody I don’t wanna die young

Young boss can’t take a L, no loss

Certain man can’t give me a spud

Whe-whe-where was you when i was deep in the mud

Fuck these niggas, 4090, would’ve been lurked in a buck

Had to when they see my arse in cuffs

All these hoes wanna bruck and fuck

Call me now when i told them hold this bruck

M.O.B so I show no love

Plenty times man could’ve got shot

Thank god I’m breathing, where was you when i was sweeping

Probably sleeping, brought that pack, done enough cleaning

I show block bout me and my mop, certain man wanna claim on drugs

Told me it’s long, when i told 'em there’s a truck

There’s not an A for money

From young being broke is work

Wanted money can’t party in clubs

Mom told me «Money don’t grow on trees, go get a job!»

Had to get my p’s, fuck a nine to five, trapping’s a must

Fly OT, pull out my clientele, traps spark, dishing out grub

Never that kid that was sent and shot

Us kicking down doors, trying to find your crop

They say I talk too much, god i’m way to hot

Nothing like bronson, with a bunsen man get bun

This is the life I live, I beg you step in my shoes

More bloody than loubes

Heart cold like a pack of ice cubes

Not nice when i’m telling the ugly truth

Couldn’t care about views

Your favorite rapper’s mainstream

Got lies in the booth (Hoo hoo)

We doing the mission impossible

Dish out smoke nothing like Tom Cruise

These niggas ain’t g’ed up, they just pick n' choose

Talk bout gangs, guns, drugs

They put our faith in the news, loose, loose

With a 9 like ballotelli we shoot and score

Why always us, taking tours like a city bus

Real drillers that’s us, in skengs we trust

Drillings and drillings, too free wanna stop

Numerous times we made it slap, real drillers no cap

We done it again, again and again, raise that gauge, lift man up

Four bro turned him off, told bro we got a trophy

Smuggzyace, hashtag smokey smokey

Shooting and scoring like obi

Shooting like G.R.M, posty

Daily man get duppied, so the way i dish out one

Denzel fill em with lead, ready to get your block popping

Come from posting the block with a chamber spins not stopping

I’m doing my ting while acting like Morgan Freeman (Beating beating)

Call me the shooting demon

See the smoke and man try reason

It’s hot pepper pepper hot, man get seasoned

Them boy they sour probably like lime

We do the crime, dash probably hoping they’ll see the time, (Woi woi woi)

hoping they’ll see the time

Gliding ain’t a crime, five rounds ammunitions

Got bros doing up time, we can call it Drayton Manor

Been where we love to ride, I love to glide

They told me we don’t wanna ride, I’ll give you a ride

Mom want’s me to stop firing skengs, «Son i can’t watch you lose your life»

Fam don’t want me locked up doing up time, cause of this t’ug life

Bro told me put down the force pick up the mic

It’s your time this your time, let’s do up shine, (Woi woi woi) let’s do up

shine

Smokey season (Woi woi woi)

They don’t wanna see niggas shining, gang shit. Big up 012 and Brum town stand

up. (Woi woi)