Lyrics:
Bottle in my hand, the whiskey up high
Two hands to Heaven, wild horses run wild, oh
God only knows why, though
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
up in your Polo sheets
Six up in your wig piece, n**** decease
Mwa, may you rest in peace
With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours
Four-four
your hands up y'all know the phrase that's a man down Spanish chicks saying Papi are you gon' change nah mommy Cuerpo Dios Mirame in other words they
don't you ever cry for me
'Cause I ain't ashamed where I'm from, you always will come
To take a ride through the country
Up, dressed, and gone by
why why
Why do I keep holding on
Hey I got a lot to say
But I don't ever weigh in
Contemplate my struggle when I'm
Stuck up in a Days-Inn
Hit this
don’t be hidin
That lean I be sippin’, onna average
(Pour a 4)
Y’all know how I’m livin’, I be slidin’
(Never naked)
No blood, no crippin’, from
a nigga might be, might be
The next living legend, yeah I said it
you ain't ever met a nigga like me, like me
Iv been in it only for a minute but you niggas
tellin' them bitches we hittin'
That's why we don't be tellin' them nothin'
4TF, Only The Family
But Four Pockets Full, but we keep it a hundred
That
seven days of the week
Six if i let you go i'm a fool, cuz boy theres
Only one you, five said i never wanna let you go thats from my heart
Four ever
have been ancient silica trees
That stretch as high as the eye can see
Ever ask
Why are there four islands at the center of maps made previous
could never understand
why because his hair was sandy blond.
Nevertheless, the name stuck.
So when my brother was born my father became Big Red
and my
you to see me evolve
Why you gotta kick me down on all fours?
Why you can't stand to see me stand tall?
Tell me why we got a war?
Why we gotta
***chorus*** (x2)
Fuck y'all analog niggas we be digital
Wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible
We never fall
We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice
like grabba
Woi
Four in the cliz and one in the headie
Hand no shake man hold that steady
You man love pose with the ting for the picture
You man shoulda
y'all" "To the beat y'all" "To the beat y'all" "To the beat y'all"
Y'knahmsayin? Ain't no future in yo' frontin
I never got caught with a kilo
If you ever
AM, in the window, yeah
4AM, get in the wind, oh yeah
4AM, get in the wind, oh yeah
4AM is hard to breathe and I can't think
Restless as I'm haunted by
haven't learned how to become financially independent in the richest land that has ever been known
Why
We conform
And the trouble is that we're acting like
an Ounce damn
And ridin in my slab you gonna need a gas mask man (4Real)
Verse3:
You ever seen a nigga roll a sweet while drivin (you ever seen that shit)
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
seats 3 and 4
And about that time, the announcer stepped into the ring.
He said, "Tonight's the greatest card ever been signed,
We got a tag-team
you been here four seasons
I wont ever tell a lie I wont treason
Tell me what it is I just wanna know the reason
All these arguments we end up not
bad chat got me kind of vexed
Y'all been talkin' about me ever since I fucked that nigga from next
It's all over, I'm shuttin' y'all down
By the end
you ever saw (You're a liar)
It's gon' keep the bullets off your back
(That's a lie)
You know why stations play our records?
'Cause the kids'll tear
four and sixty four makes a hundred and twenty eight
A hundred and twenty eight divided by three
Let me pause for reflection for a second
But
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