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lirik lagu stogie t, nasty c, maggz & a-reece - four horsemen

[intro: stogie t]
(this that new batch)
yeah, this that new batch, haha
if you been here before, you know what we doin’
if you never been here, i need you in the second line, haha
(paying homage to him)
behave yourself, yes

[chorus: nasty c]
ayy, one life, two eyes, three spirit
four pockets, money each side
glory don’t come easy one must reach high
f~cking up
me never teach lies
what you willing to do for your peace, die?
you don’t have the option to rеtreat, slide
squeeze, firе
conquer and rise
ayy, ayy
one life, two eyes, three spirit
four pockets, money—

[verse 1: stogie t]
from chained people, was born and raised
changed beef into gourmet plates
get streams but don’t follow waves
saint 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 d~mn features
broken faith but they chain jesus, them gold plated
cane dealer, 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 days
now i keep a moses cane
raise sticks for crawling snakes
my main squeeze is shapelier gorgeous face
main suite, vacay 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 say 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
i 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 tray
we not the same creature
[verse 2: maggz]
i poet, i wrote it, i flow it
the rhymes quoted, i’m goated, i show it
in tight moments, y’all folded, y’all know it
at my lowest, y’all gloated and i noticed
but it’s okay 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
’cause the flow is well rooted like a tree with a sap
i seep on the track
always 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 grief lately, man, it seems crazy
we lost so many legends that made your fav’s wavy
your fav’s 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 history, get stowed in the back?
[chorus: nasty c]
ayy, one life, two eyes, three spirit
four pockets, money each side
glory don’t come easy one must reach high
f~cking 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
ayy, ayy
one life, two eyes, three spirit
four pockets, money—

[break: a~reece]
you know
it’s funny how this money hasn’t made me change my ways
instead it, did that to those i gave a taste of my fame
(hold on, let me get it right)
yeah, for real

[verse 3: a~reece]
you know i’m more than nice, a diamond in the rough
you soft n~ggas more like moissanite
the more i write, your favourite rapper turns into a poltergeist
i turn into yagami light
you should be praying to christ
i’m all about the paper now
the freestyles are overpriced
you ain’t verified until we’ve notarised
f~ck the hype, erase your pride
your label made an oversight
a pro among the prototypes, you and i are not alike
stay in line, earn your stripes or roll the dice
hope you enjoyed the ride, it’s over now
your rap career slowly passed away
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 always been the wave and these n~ggas wavered behind it
they know i’m spitting fire
that’s why they dancing around it instead of paying me homage, let’s go
[verse 4: nasty c]
these n~ggas think i got racks
and then forgot how to rap
like i forgot to breathe
like i forgot all my abcs, head, shoulders, and knees
i am rap, you lil’ n~ggas think i forgot how to me?
you see me splitting that green with the whites
i got connects like legos
hitting l!cks like gay hoes
that’s a millie guaranteed like i’m attending a wayne show
i can’t argue with no n~gga who net worth is my raincoat
thumbs fast but your brain slow, p~ssy
i must’ve heard wrong or you throwing shade with a girl’s arm
i’m old mcdonald, my hard drive is a verse farm
this n~gga rap and he sing and make beats
my wetransfer got more stems than a bird’s palm
you weak rapper, b~tch, i’m him like a church song
ghetto n~gga, but i’m situated in the ‘burbs, calm
got a old spirit so every day i gotta curve moms
black trucks back to back, the n1 getting swerved on
drank sipper, big c keep a cup like he sizing b00bs
ask about me, stand up guy, soldier, a solid dude
these days 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 day i wake up and i’m me, n~gga, hallelujah
i done a promise to myself and i’ma follow through
hate being away from home, gotta do what i gotta do
the stakes are higher than they’ve ever been
it’s not the time lose

[outro: maggz]
woo (woo)
the four~hors~m~n (the four~hors~m~n)
old kings, new kings (old kings, new kings)
thy kingdom come (thy kingdom come)
haha (haha)
you thought we wouldn’t be here, man (you thought we wouldn’t be here, man)
yeah (yeah)
that’s what you thought (that’s what you thought)
you thought wrong (you thought wrong)
you thought f~ckin’ wrong (you thought f~ckin’ wrong)
king sh~t (king sh~t)

- lirik lagu stogie t nasty c maggz a reece

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