A4
Hyper tension, anticipation
We rolling to the highest level satisfaction
We homies I am free you can even see that
I'm in my own air, heavily defended
You may not recommend man but you can't fudge rap okay
Down a hill in a studio,
I kill my records straight, Five Star Records
I'm trying to implement myself with the good rhymes
Ay yoh homies am good whatchu wanna plan?
Single ladies where are you A4 wanna catch?
And my friends come and see me after making verses
I'mmer tell you one or two
I'm attracted
I work with my niggaz every single time
Cause we working past hours in the studio
And am feeling myself every single time
When they play my song on a radio
Alright
I'm now doing my thing
Confidential, no easy target to my raps ain't commercial
I really wanna fly high but I got no wingings
Good times with my homies, I know they killing
No one is dead, forward the fussing
Don't hail raps, No woman is serving
I gotta rest, am interpreting
My lines are drowning in the beat
The titanic in
Is punch line time, everybody check your clock and sense the different
Yeah
When you see me singing, I know you happy more than you give me this ring you all
This is in the provinces I'm brains given
Enjoy all your dead
Yeah am out
I work with my niggaz every single time
Cause we working past hours in the studio
And am feeling myself every single time
When they play my song on a radio
On a radio oh ohh
On a radio oh ohhh
On a radio oh ohhh
And the studio
Shout out to my crew
Is YMA4
Five Star my team, is the greatest team of work
Triple S my home, a place of paradise
Just generated D.F.C in the booth
Yeah
I work with my niggaz every single time
Cause we working past hours in the studio
And am feeling myself every single time
When they play my song on a radio
On a radio oh ohh
On a radio oh ohhh
On a radio oh ohhh
On a radio oh ohh