Lyrics:
whatever
Got F's on my papers, won't ever use effort
Man, never say never, the planet is ending so we can finally say never
Tomorrow the world will end for
Wearin custom-made jewels and big fat links
Go upstairs where his place would be set
With the choice of Dom Perrignon or Moët
Four soldiers undercover
really strange
People changing like the seasons on me
I been by myself
And I keep the circle little homie
Running through the garden
'Cause it's where I
the disaster
A reason for the treason in a jet black season
For peace, justice and freedom
For the Original Man, architect of the Motherland
Kings to Queens,
never sprung
Winter hatin' on me 'cause I'm colder than y'all
And I will never, I will never, I will never fall
I'm being hated by the seasons
So fuck
an answer to the curse, I found the cure
This cold world of greed needs conviction music
Hip hop has hardened our hearts when we listen to it
Poisioned by
do you for the fame?
It's sad, but it's your fault, you the one to blame
You can't blame nobody but yourself, nigga, fuck you, you a grown man
too cold out here
Season Four, it is time to adapt
Fuck trap, I’d rather cut all ‘em rappers in half
I think I’m mu-mu-mumbling, I better chill, man
I
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
Big thangs, thick chains, ain't shit changed
Get brain in the four-dot-six Range
Shit mayn, switch lanes
Every town I hit you switch lames, bitch
chains, ain't shit changed
Get brain in the four-dot-six Range
Shit mayn, switch lanes
Every town I hit you switch lames, bitch flip big 'caine
I
Uhh
Topfivee yeah
Easy on em breezin' on em 12 months 4 seasons on em
In a big body with the speakers on em
And the cannon finna take the sneakers
by trappers and drilla's
New wap, gorgeous
Beyoncé clip 'cause it's flawless
Can't lay down with every gyal
I'm not anyone, B, I'm cautious
Big
to be dry
'cause after the stronger man supply
But in the drought season it`s too hard to get by
Niggaz be runnin` off with D gafflin muthafuckas,
to the West Indies
Presidential suites at the Four Season, blow a couple thousands for no reason
Then head down to the beach man cause summer time that's my
stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start
Rosey, how are you?
Jackie, hey man, that's really out of sight
Well, thanks, Rosey wow, you sure are big
Well, you know
Being big get me into a lot
pound, two pound, three pounds, four Mo
You can ask to plug that's how i get it thru the door yo
Bout to make a wave, big enough to drive a boat on
Ask
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape
Man with no music but happy he's free
Bailin' fast as I can bail down 19th Street
I got my sacks
pointing ready for you all four seasons
On a serious note I'd never boast
About my ancestors using guns to kidnap the Ivory Coast
Or almost sending
Man they sayin oh no
They mad that I'm swangin
In that big four door
Keep the pen workin
Like I'm pimpin four hoes
And I'm from Texas
Baby bitch I swing
world
The nitty gritty, big bad, London city
The remake or the sequel
My album is gonna be my prequel
My ego tells me that no-man on this can land can
a looser
With nothing man just bare memories
And getting laughed at by all my enemies
But just when the whole world was mocking me
My numbers came up in
it?
Oh no, man
I'm cueing up the fourth album now, his final one
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four, listen
Look into my eyes
Tell me
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