Stogie T, Nasty C, Maggz, A-Reece “FOUR HORSEMEN” Lyrics
[Chorus]
Ayee!
One life, two eyes, three spirit
Four pockets, money each side
Glory don’t come easy, one must reach high
Fucking up
Me never teach lies
What you willing to do for your peace die
You don’t have the option to retreat slide
Squeeze fire
Conquer and rise
Aye! aye!
One life, two eyes, three spirit
Four pockets, money
[Verse 1]
From chained people, was born and raised
Changed beef into gourmet plates
Get streams but don’t follow waves
St Peter, I walked on water frozen lakes
Hail Caesar the dawn of apes
Ballet teacher ten toes straight
The gatekeeper that closed the gate
Every pen sweep is a brainteaser you won’t relate
It’s for them face eaters with razor blades
Marked and on their damn features
Broken faith but the chain Jesus
Them gold plated
‘Caine dealers, these aliens
Come from the lowest lane
A shade deeper than A. Hitler’s chosen race
I used to paint freight steamers in the olden dayes
Now I keep a Moses cane
Raise sticks for crawling snakes
My main squeeze is shapelier gorgeous face
Main suite vacaye in villas, you know ocean face
Motivation but hate leaves you all in an altered state
Focus on your lane
Don’t blame me for overtaking
This ain’t even no debate
Faking is all the rage
It’s like trainees are taught to copy Drake
They saye to me poverty’s real
If it’s all the same
I’m tryna hear the liberty bell
And run through that rocky trail
Nate Diaz you tryna box me it fails
Was made meaner take a knee
Before I bow to a man
I praise Jesus
Light cigars from flaming cedar
You potty trained to roll blunts on a coffee traye
We not the same creature
[Verse 2]
I poet, I wrote it, I flow it
The rhymes quoted, I’m goated, I show it
In tight moments, ya’ll folded, y’all know it
At my lowest, ya’ll gloated and I noticed
But it’s okaye though, handling beef is a staple
Stacking cheese on the table, not seeing what we enabled
They feel envy and jealousy build, they hate your motion
Shady faking and broken, get petty waiting you fold it but still
I’m God’s child, a beacon in fact
A lighthouse that guided kings
You can see when they rap
It’s in the essence
The influence was deeper than that
Cos the flow is well rooted
Like a tree with a sap
I seep on the track
Alwayes been elite with this craft
And I got the streets lit see the heat on the map
Peep when I snap, I clap while receiving it back
From the fans who hear the subs when I sneak an attack, facts
The streets raised me, raps and beats saved me
The beefs shaped me, fans in seats praised me
We grieve lately, man it seems crazy
We lost so many legends that made your fav’s wavy
Your favs cagey, no showing respect
After years will they be here
Will they grow and adapt?
And when the tide rises will they float or get wrecked
Or will they fade out in the history, get stowed in the back?
[Chorus]
Aye! One life, two eyes, three spirit
Four pockets, money each side
Glory don’t come easy, one must reach high
Fucking up
Me never teach lies
What you willing to do for your peace die
You don’t have the option to retreat slide
Squeeze fire
Conquer and rise
Aye! aye!
One life, two eyes, three spirit
Four pockets, money
[Verse 3]
It’s funny how this money hasn’t made me change my wayes
Instead it did that to those I gave a taste of my fame
Hold on, lemme get it right
Yeah, for real
You know I’m more than nice
A diamond in the rough
You soft **** more like moissanite
The more I write, your favourite rapper turns into a poltergeist
I turn into Yagami, Light
You should be prayeing to Christ
I’m all about the paper now
The freestyles are overpriced
You ain’t verified until we’ve notarised
Fuck the hype, erase your pride
Your label made an oversight
A pro among the prototypes
You and I are not alike
Staye in line, earn your stripes or roll the dice
Hope you enjoyed the ride
It’s over now
Your rap career slowly passed awaye
You lucky I ain’t bury it alive
And we ain’t sending no condolences
Take your loss and hide
While I win out in the open like I’m Djokovic
Let’s be honest
They tryna stop the reign
But they struggle to match the climate
I’ve alwayes been the wave
And these **** wavered behind it
They know I’m spitting fire
That’s why they dancing around it
Instead of payeing me homage
[Verse 4]
These **** think I got racks and then forgot how to rap
Like I forgot how to breathe
Like I forgot all my ABCs
Head, shoulders and knees
I am rap, you lil **** think I forgot how to me
You see me splitting that green with the whites
I got connects like Legos
Hitting licks like gejos
That’s a milly guaranteed like I’m attending a Wayene show
I can’t argue with no **** whose net worth is my raincoat
Thumbs fast, but your brain slow, pussy
I musta heard wrong, boy, you throwing shade with a girl’s arm
I’m Old MacDonald
My hard drive is a verse farm
This **** rap and he sing and make beats
My WeTransfer got more stems than a bird’s palm
You weak rapper
Bitch, I’m him, like a church song
Ghetto ****, but I’m situated in the burbs, calm
Got a old spirit, so every daye I gotta curve moms
Black trucks back-to-back
The N1 getting swerved on
Drank-sipper
Big C keep a cup like he’s sizing boobs
Ask about me, stand up guy
A soldier, a solid dude
These dayes I value my silent moves
And my solitude
You wanna fix your life, then in these books is where you’ll find the tools
Every daye I wake up and I’m me
****, hallelujah!
I done made a promise to myself
And I’ma follow through
Hate being awaye from home
Gotta do what I gotta do
The stakes are higher than they’ve ever been
It’s not the time to lose
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