Rod Wave - HG4 lyrics
Rod Wave [Rodarius Marcell Green] Saint Petersburg, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rod Wave - HG4 lyrics]
With the hand I was dealt, they probably
Thought that I'd be dead or in jail
Where I'm from, every day feel hotter than hell
Still gotta keep your heater
When it's hot, I tell you
'Cause you don't wanna be stressed out
in a hundred-degree weather
People love to talk down
Say my name, but they
Don't know a thing
Every day, I'm thanking God
That my lifestyle changed
Every time I missed the bus
I walked to school in the rain
Know you love to hear my song
But is you feelin' my pain?
I used to log on thе 'Book, see RIP's
Man, this shit here ain't safe
I grabbеd my tool and grabbed
My books, we strapped down every day
Fatz say he ain't got no opps
So give me your flame
He crazy, cocked it back, then banged it
'fore he play with my name
I love to rap, but gettin'
Attention was my biggest of fears
This rap shit was just my dream, but I'm finally here
Soon as I bumped into the millions, bought my sister a whip
She used to let me borrow her bike to go hit me a lick
Remember my bed had bugs
So I slept on the floor
Take my pain out with that poker
Go and kick me a door
In the 'partments with my partner
His grandma say I'm a demon
At the gas station, waitin'
Plottin', and schemin'
And I thought that my heart
Was in the trenches forever
My other partner killed his partner
Changed my whole perspective
We all got twenty-four hours
And one life to maintain
So get up off your ass, nigga, go
It's all about grinding
Fuck perfect timing!
Fuck maintainin'
Get rich or die tryin'
When it's you against the world
Your back against the wall
You're down on your luck
Tell me who can you call?
Your ho keep complaining,
Bitch won't shut the fuck up
Get the fuck out my face
And shut the fuck up!
Tell me who could I call
When I was fucked up?
Tell me who can you call
When you're fucked up?
Thought that I'd be dead or in jail
Where I'm from, every day feel hotter than hell
Still gotta keep your heater
When it's hot, I tell you
'Cause you don't wanna be stressed out
in a hundred-degree weather
People love to talk down
Say my name, but they
Don't know a thing
Every day, I'm thanking God
That my lifestyle changed
Every time I missed the bus
I walked to school in the rain
Know you love to hear my song
But is you feelin' my pain?
I used to log on thе 'Book, see RIP's
Man, this shit here ain't safe
I grabbеd my tool and grabbed
My books, we strapped down every day
Fatz say he ain't got no opps
So give me your flame
He crazy, cocked it back, then banged it
'fore he play with my name
I love to rap, but gettin'
Attention was my biggest of fears
This rap shit was just my dream, but I'm finally here
Soon as I bumped into the millions, bought my sister a whip
She used to let me borrow her bike to go hit me a lick
Remember my bed had bugs
So I slept on the floor
Take my pain out with that poker
Go and kick me a door
In the 'partments with my partner
His grandma say I'm a demon
At the gas station, waitin'
Plottin', and schemin'
And I thought that my heart
Was in the trenches forever
My other partner killed his partner
Changed my whole perspective
We all got twenty-four hours
And one life to maintain
So get up off your ass, nigga, go
It's all about grinding
Fuck perfect timing!
Fuck maintainin'
Get rich or die tryin'
When it's you against the world
Your back against the wall
You're down on your luck
Tell me who can you call?
Your ho keep complaining,
Bitch won't shut the fuck up
Get the fuck out my face
And shut the fuck up!
Tell me who could I call
When I was fucked up?
Tell me who can you call
When you're fucked up?