Lyrics:
Four Seasons 4Hands

wine, fine dine either that or I'm mixin' in Switzerland Tryin' to buy time, ballin' out in Bali when it's gorgeous out in Cali Brunchin' at the 4 Seasons

playing the field Just painting my seeds, in 20-06, it's time to build "Ghost is back..." - [sample 4X] [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I cooked up the beef, seasoned

The season has returned, DJ Khaled We global now, we global We international now International, Nasir Money fall out the sky when I speak Gotta valet

Four seasons rush and time passed us by. Christian heart so weak you stumbled to the dawn. Grace and grief won't walk right hand by hand. Your day was

Clap your hands to the beat, just clap your hands to the beat C'mon clap your hands to the beat, I said clap you hands to the beat Uh huh and you don'

't punch your way out of a wet paper bag With scissors in your hands, bitch, the Raza I stand close to walls, like number four the lizard Enchant a few

know I'm bent I lost count, who knows what I spent I recall nine cleavage Bitches stepping on my nice sneakers One hand in the sky, the other hand was

't punch your way out of a wet paper bag With scissors in your hands, bitch, the RZA I stand close to walls, like number four the lizard Enchanted through

design to ill the mind, but here the fourth horse comes Screamin come freedom in this season of drought Masonic demons meet in secret, we believe it aloud Without the greedy, grubbin, ducky hands