4 × 4 lyrics

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 b*tch, 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 sh*t from front to back
To my n*ggas in the world, where the f*ck you at?
Where my n*ggas is at?
Where my n*ggas is at?
Where the f*ck my b*tches at?
Where my b*tches is at?
We got the real live sh*t from front to back
To my n*ggas in the world, where the f*ck you at?
Where my n*ggas is at?
Where my n*ggas is at?
Where the f*ck my b*tches at?
Where my b*tches is at?
We got the real live sh*t!
f*ck y'all n*ggas wanna do?
It's all f*cked up now
What I'm a do now, huh?
What I'm a do now?
It's all f*cked up now