Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Four Horsemen, artist - Mathematics. Album song The Answer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.08.2013
Record label: INgrooves
Song language: English
Four Horsemen |
| I’m your highness, your highest title, numero uno |
| Putos, they clone chulo like Naruto |
| Your man super, grand groover on that Sambuca |
| Mass mover, automatic rap Ruger |
| Clap back, I bleed for my brother |
| You know, the wolves stay fed cause they feed on each other |
| I got a G for a mother |
| Cynthia’s son, take the game like three at the buzzer |
| Harder than the prison wall, hitting y’all all |
| Up in critical condition it’s official when my clique involved |
| Listen y’all, Sir I certified |
| Anything other than the facts are falsified |
| They idolize I, well i know wise guys, leave em eyes wide |
| Inside the gravel pit, spitting cyanide |
| Darts flash, hot enough to warp glass |
| When the shark pass, piranhas park |
| I’m kinda swole, cause everything I want I got made |
| I never feared, got everything from choppers to blades |
| They gave me rags and all of them they knew I want haze |
| When I was spliffing that night, me and the with K’s |
| Some kids across town thought I was amazed |
| Knew I was fronting, I had the army in range |
| It’s most of us popping pains, selling drugs in the rain |
| Trynna make money, maintain and build me a train |
| Deal with facts only, no slang, that’s only for dames |
| We will run up in the building tags and niggas with chains |
| Rocking range, lock and aim, take your sneakers and chain |
| Leave em snubbed, outta luck, you shoulda bought you your flames |
| But you didn’t, this could happen to a king or a queen |
| Be on point next time and don’t be bringing no lames |
| Cause if you fuck up the next time it might make you famous |
| Might bump into a gunman who only want brains and shit |
| I’m talented, yes I’m gifted |
| Never boosted, never shoplifted |
| I get the cash, see money over tricks and |
| But keep a snow bunny in the kitchen |
| The hood still love cause I’m different, see that’s the difference |
| I talk greasy, my hands greasy, that’s the chicken |
| It’s that easy, my flow phat cause I’m that greedy |
| You got to feed me in stacks, what up to Crakk Peedi |
| State property, racially profiled |
| State trooper stopping me, I’m low down |
| Dirty it’s a shame, I should slow down |
| Kick off my shoes, put my coat down |
| Separate the oil from the coke now |
| Pennies I got plenty and I still want more |
| Kinda like a Beamer '35 I still want four |
| 85% still don’t know |
| That is a hundred percent and y’all rappers tryna steal my flow |
| I got a name from everything from con to Sway |
| I got my row stitched up by a Colombian name |
| I got a crack spot, a G5 I never flown |
| I got a shark, a dog with a solid gold bone |
| I even copped me a piece of mind up in the Buddhist mountains |
| I don’t sweat money, I got ten accountants |
| With fly bitches butt naked in Bermuda |
| And buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose and big Ruger |
| The fact is, I pose for low in Gazelle glasses |
| The booth Ted Dibiase just tripled the carats |
| And you can tell by the style I choose |
| I’m creatively superior, I rhyme over the blues |
| Never lose, never lost, neck chills in the frost |
| I got a whole clan and Tonetana’s the boss |
| I get paid when my record is played |
| To put it short: I got it made |