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Raekwon

4 In The Morning

 

4 In The Morning

(albüm: Fly International Luxurious Art - 2015)


Did he have hands?
Did he have a face?
Yes
Then it wasn't us

[Verse 1 Raekwon:]
Bernard Goetz Gazelle's on
.45 in the bag, mask a Bourdon
Sacks Willy jury is all really
Rich nigga's paying for the team
Sniff the eighth and feed Lily
Lily is a cocaine Willy
Who got mad connects in a small town in Philly
Octopus soul sister rock a puss
Ghost outside parked vertical
Yeah, the Jakes'll murder you
Four to five hundred bricks
Dicks come in with no tie on
That symbolizes the wire on
All Krylon heat my rings bling
500 feet away
Hit the church steeples in the D
Brand new shells on
A python, a Fisker
Twist from the Astons
Made for the listener
Or rather yeah, the driver
Suicide rider
B bums and Wally's
Me and Shallah's colleagues

[Chorus:]
4 in the morning [8x]

[Verse 2 Raekwon:]
Blow hands, the stove is a roaster
Where bottles whip in motion
May cause 'drop him in the ocean'
Irish blood gangsters, the roulettes
Cooler moving through Texas
Grandmother she Mex-ish, yup
Tablets, krills, bath salts, last call, get it
Drugs flying minutes like a fastball
Smash all, I will remain clean, the status calm
I do it for niggas who last long
Last Don's chill
Kings in the chair, cigars in the air
This the last part with snakes that'll break any mans arm
Which way the grass growing
We've sown enough and now we're farmers
Who come through with lawn mowers and armor

[Chorus:]
4 in the morning [8x]

[Verse 3 Ghostface Killah:]
Yeah, I used to move cracks
Sort diesel and gats
Running trains on them hood rat bitches up in the trap
We used to blow 'em out
Fiends coming in [?] with the [?] bite
With residue stuck all on they pipe
4 in the morning when the gates start jumping
Dustheads lurking and the fiends start thumping
And it seems like the fiends, he own CREAM, so they jumping
??? he stole green so he cut 'em
The ??? star, souflee'd one half of his cheekbone
Now he talking out the side of his mouth
But yo, peep homes, stuck
Fly dust, that's four finger nuggets
With plastic stuffed in the Kangol buckets
Dirty burners on, gloves and scanners
Smart mouth, [?] bitches in the back getting sandwiched
After a dick suck accountant
In the wee hours, backing up mountains
4 in the morning

[Chorus:]
4 in the morning [8x]

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