Four Seasons Lyrics

Woods on me (Yeah)

I got the smoke if wanting smoke

The paper pile was just running low

See I was down like 100 fold

I hit the ground I was running though

You got ya niggas round but ain't cutting though

We a different bread

Yeah we gone run it up we got different means

Everybody eat

I'm just warming up I got different heat

Lit a fire everybody sleep

These sinus forming up I'm sick of niggas

They got left behind lot of bodies tweaked

(Yeah)

For four seasons we gone speak it

My city cold but for no reason

I'm sitting higher than these nose bleeders

I'm doing fine I need no breather

I'm on the Ryan off the dope speeding

Yeah the woes leading

Now shorty crying cause I don't need her

My feelings died I just broke even

Sometimes it's wiser to fold and keep her

But I cannot nawh I won't even

It's me alone and she won't leave it

I Push the Fire like I'm Lu Kang

All that C.R.E.A.M boy thought we was that Wu Tang

We don't want your dinner higher on the food chain

Pussy Nigga all that talking we don't do the same

Switching up now these niggas got these mood swings

Same nigga since my pockets had the loose change

I fuck around found proper way to do thangs

A lot of people in my pockets ain't no loose change

Better watch it cause we litty this year

Teeing shit up for the city this year

I was down for 12 months now I'm up the shit really is clear

Niggas is bitches it really get queer

We ain't in the same boat I'm riding waves you niggas gripping the piers

I'm riding waves I ain't feeling my peers

Niggas fu

They don't wanna see you winning it's clear these bitches too

If anybody in they feelings in here I think it's you

Somehow they let my niggas here wit missing screws

Now a days I don't settle near Im getting through

I got different views

Shit don't change I'm still in tune

I'm on the way like I'm in the wound win or lose

I'm getting mine together

I'm hitting these goals they thinking it's gold

The way we dig in the mud finding treasure

Staying high no stressing

Every day I'm risking mine for blessings

I got some bands in order

We cut the bread like wonder

I been running up substantial numbers

I was down and I had planned to come up

Now we playing wit commas

Now, all the plans is come ups

I was writing shit down in a planner

Just trying to advance I was playing wit numbers

Now the bands abundant

Now the 10s is 100s

If you fumbling planning then you just planning to plummit

The only way is above us