Pakman - Four Seasons feat. J Spades lyrics

rate me

More money, more pagans, I understand why you are hating

Spades doing shows, got a tour waiting

I was ot, getting more caking

I get money and you don’t

Cause I take risks that you won’t

Don’t penny haters, I’m too grown

Get up on the plane, get the food home

I trap every day, off every month

You sell your soul for like 20 lumps

It ain’t real beef, unless the semi dumps

My body’s getting money from the ends of consce

In the kitchen, food stretching

Or in the whip, cruising fruit strip

Playboy, I’m hugh hefner, ruines, the true essence

People wanna know what you’re about

Talking tough got me pissed off

talking shit, tryina draw me off

Till I pop upon your block with my shit cocked

All of my team are somebodies, getting other ...somebody

Most my brothers done robberies

Operations that run properly

I’m grinding hard, through 4 seasons,

More peas and fish scales, that’s raw gleamin

Competing, you’re bleedin, moms crying on the floor, wheepin

To the lord pleading, but that’s what happens in war beefin

It’s so gritty, in this cold city, we stock dough and get more heat in

[Hook]

Ain’t real beef unless you’re bleeding

And it’s gonna be in, I need more peas in

24/7, grinding all 4 seasons

365 raping girls all 4 seasons

24/7, grinding all 4 seasons

365 grinding all 4 seasons

24/7, grinding all 4 seasons

365 grinding all 4 seasons

You nothing done, it’s big guns

You never know that

It is said money can’t live long, no

You never know that, oh

We got the city, at my shows got trappers with me

Bigger my dogs them, cause they on the road

And they trappin with me

Hottest nigga on the scene though

Hottest nigga they seen though

Triple mp, that’s a team dog

Head nigga, that’s in charge, whoa

And we heavy weights, cause we out there, we hit hard

Yeah, and we’re everywhere, they don’t do it like this, nah

Whip dubs, grow crops, food on the line and it’s gonn pop

On my grinding, I won’t stop

Real life, no soul prop

Shop close down, shop closed up

Early grannie get woken up

Half of each get broken up

Kittens see me, they show me love

Cause it made me out there, like a mailbox, posted up

Touch them, used to drop keys

Certain doors used got opened up

The drunken M, smoke matter ups

None of them man ain’t sober cause

9 o’clock they got tree bizz

They mind ain’t moving like goldie locks

[Hook]

Ain’t real beef unless you’re bleeding

And it’s gonna be in, I need more peas in

24/7, grinding all 4 seasons

365 grinding all 4 seasons

24/7, grinding all 4 seasons

365 grinding all 4 seasons

24/7, grinding all 4 seasons

365 grinding all 4 seasons.

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