1904 Lyrics

Yeah

Ah, ah, ah, ah!

Aye, listen up

What?

Alright

Only gonna say this once

Only gonna say this once

Clearly the winner

These bitches cannot talk to me

In a superior league

Fuck what I need

I get it and go back to sleep

Wake up and spit on a beat

Best out the city, they ask for a feat

If they don't follow I'm asking a fee

1904 is the fit on my tee

I'm staying woke and I'm sipping on tea

Foolish The Rapper is fucking the verse up

Walk in the room and she putting her purse up

Grin on my face cause I'm planning to curse up

Put up my hands and I'm flipping the bird up

Getting my bars, yeah, I heard that you canned 'em

Better than you so you throwing a tantrum

Your shit is so wack, what you're saying is random

Can't take it back so you're throwing a tantrum

Clearly the winner

These bitches cannot talk to me

In a superior league

Fuck what I need

I get it and go back to sleep

Wake up and spit on a beat

Best out the city, they ask for a feat

If they don't follow I'm asking a fee

1904 is the fit on my tee

I'm staying woke and I'm sipping on tea