4 × 4

4 × 4 :

Intro :
One, one two
Check me out right here yo.

Verse :

In the commercial,
of making ill money, that's sicker,
If you don't like me,
Get bad bitch, that's thicker,
You heard of us, the biz murderous,
Most wavy, in all the shows lately,
The fans say it greatly,
The son of heaven,
who taught about Michael Angel,
Reminisce on time I was just a young random,
Kid wearing sandals,
Now I hop in a sample,
To spread the word like a federal,
The street general, steady raising the pedestal,
Pedal to the medal, to get hits that's magical,
The one many call, but they get no respond,
Because I get bored,
concentrating on bulk board,
To satisfy Sean combs,
Your excellency,
Is my present when they find me,
Money making machine,
No label have the amount to sign me,
Dropped a single like Marley,
Now the industry can't stand me,
Sadly, the one own heavy in the game,
With the world championship,
Close any relationship,
With anyone trynna rate me,
Stay thirsty.

Outro :

We got the real live shit from front to back
To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit!
Fuck y'all niggas wanna do?
It's all fucked up now
What I'm a do now, huh?
What I'm a do now?
It's all fucked up now