4 By 4
Lets go
Lets go
Lets go, yeah
Living my life in these melodies
It's so hard to think outta the music box
All of the weight on my shoulders is
What I needed to bust out another mode
Yes you can pay me a compliment
But don't get in the way of me gettin dough
Most of these niggas is in the game
I transcended, now they all call me coach
I got the secret sauce
They camp in my bushes, they want a reveal
Chasin the fortune, tryna afford it
Somebody toss me a deal
They wanna spoil me, but I be boilin
I'm giving all of em chills
Gave all these niggas a shock
That's when they realized that Siya was eel
This is a take take take over
I'm flyer than planes, no layover
Raisin the stakes, can't stay sober
I'm high as a bitch, I still pour up
Head to bank, make withdrawals
Head in the game, can't be caught up
Trapped in maze
Takin a left, takin a right
Shit is the same
What kinda shit is this
I just met the bitch
Damn, she already calling me names
Shawty get back, my girl did her nails
You're such a rash
You gon get scratched
You gon get scrapped
Don't get attached
If she lie about a bun in the oven
Then she belong in a coven
You gon ride or die
Or wait until I die
Then say that you love me
I can verify,
The truth is not inside
The shit that you publish
Tryna rectify the cap
Ain't no going back
No rising above it
Lets go
Lets go, yeah
Living my life in these melodies
It's so hard to think outta the music box
All of the weight on my shoulders is
What I needed to bust out another mode
Yes you can pay me a compliment
But don't get in the way of me gettin dough
Most of these niggas is in the game
I transcended, now they all call me coach
I got the secret sauce
They camp in my bushes, they want a reveal
Chasin the fortune, tryna afford it
Somebody toss me a deal
They wanna spoil me, but I be boilin
I'm giving all of em chills
Gave all these niggas a shock
That's when they realized that Siya was eel
This is a take take take over
I'm flyer than planes, no layover
Raisin the stakes, can't stay sober
I'm high as a bitch, I still pour up
Head to bank, make withdrawals
Head in the game, can't be caught up
Trapped in maze
Takin a left, takin a right
Shit is the same
What kinda shit is this
I just met the bitch
Damn, she already calling me names
Shawty get back, my girl did her nails
You're such a rash
You gon get scratched
You gon get scrapped
Don't get attached
If she lie about a bun in the oven
Then she belong in a coven
You gon ride or die
Or wait until I die
Then say that you love me
I can verify,
The truth is not inside
The shit that you publish
Tryna rectify the cap
Ain't no going back
No rising above it
Credits
Writer(s): Siyamthanda Yanta
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