FOUR
You already know what it is, it's the fourth time around
Y'all that know, you know, y'all get it
Those that are still wondering, man, you just had to be there
Lucid Fantasy's 4
4
Shit
I'm going to take the lights down real quick
OK, shit
Check it out, we're going to take it down one more time
LF4
LF4
LF4
First Rockefeller breakup, and everyday I wake up
That nigga's got a problem with geez
And since y'all niggas think I'm better cause you got a little cheddar
Bar for bar, I'm gonna drink you under the table
Wake up, under the weather, No hangover here
Shots or whatever to whomever
I'm straight over here, a flaming Dr. Pepper
That's the drink over here
That means shots, fired
A Red Bull, I am not tired
Call me the bartender or call me a drunk
Whatever
Just know I'm authentic
I stay at the bar, no
I stay with them bars, table for four
And this flow catered for y'all
Just know I'm waiting on y'all
Let's go
Let's go
Shit, man
I'm just trying to bring that feel back
I'm still that nigga
I know niggas that still rap, and they still wack
And for those that know me, know I've
been doing this a long time, homie
Y'all put that shine before the flow
I put that rhyme before the dough
And I know niggas that been doing this a long time
still don't know where they trying to go
LF4
Shit, too many simplistic niggas
Too many fake on the gifted who hate it
You didn't
You too lazy to get it
You hate it
I got that super flow, that stupid retarded
that cuckoo flow
Polo threads, you got FUBU flow
And I'm a thoroughbred
You should know that I'm over they head
like the first snap at the Super Bowl
First and 10th
Dammit, you get it
I'm manning pass with precision
RIP to whoever decides to jump on the verse with him
And this body here is the courtesy of Deborah's son
Called a funeral director, then Reverend Run
Got us a hommie, rigor mortis, them stand in
Load up all of my weapons before they come try to find me
Mortified of the body, I pray to the God Almighty
my body beside me
Pen and these scriptures, hand on my liquor
Front on me and need repair for your dentures
Head to the throne, cheer for the winners
Let's go
LF4
Shit, shit
Shit, shit
Ha, ha, ha
Yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, ah
Shit, shit
Let's get into this shit
Get into this shit
Get into this shit
Get into this shit
Get into this shit
Y'all that know, you know, y'all get it
Those that are still wondering, man, you just had to be there
Lucid Fantasy's 4
4
Shit
I'm going to take the lights down real quick
OK, shit
Check it out, we're going to take it down one more time
LF4
LF4
LF4
First Rockefeller breakup, and everyday I wake up
That nigga's got a problem with geez
And since y'all niggas think I'm better cause you got a little cheddar
Bar for bar, I'm gonna drink you under the table
Wake up, under the weather, No hangover here
Shots or whatever to whomever
I'm straight over here, a flaming Dr. Pepper
That's the drink over here
That means shots, fired
A Red Bull, I am not tired
Call me the bartender or call me a drunk
Whatever
Just know I'm authentic
I stay at the bar, no
I stay with them bars, table for four
And this flow catered for y'all
Just know I'm waiting on y'all
Let's go
Let's go
Shit, man
I'm just trying to bring that feel back
I'm still that nigga
I know niggas that still rap, and they still wack
And for those that know me, know I've
been doing this a long time, homie
Y'all put that shine before the flow
I put that rhyme before the dough
And I know niggas that been doing this a long time
still don't know where they trying to go
LF4
Shit, too many simplistic niggas
Too many fake on the gifted who hate it
You didn't
You too lazy to get it
You hate it
I got that super flow, that stupid retarded
that cuckoo flow
Polo threads, you got FUBU flow
And I'm a thoroughbred
You should know that I'm over they head
like the first snap at the Super Bowl
First and 10th
Dammit, you get it
I'm manning pass with precision
RIP to whoever decides to jump on the verse with him
And this body here is the courtesy of Deborah's son
Called a funeral director, then Reverend Run
Got us a hommie, rigor mortis, them stand in
Load up all of my weapons before they come try to find me
Mortified of the body, I pray to the God Almighty
my body beside me
Pen and these scriptures, hand on my liquor
Front on me and need repair for your dentures
Head to the throne, cheer for the winners
Let's go
LF4
Shit, shit
Shit, shit
Ha, ha, ha
Yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, ah
Shit, shit
Let's get into this shit
Get into this shit
Get into this shit
Get into this shit
Get into this shit
Credits
Writer(s): Ean Defoor
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