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4 see it (past tense) Video (MV)




Performed By: The The
Language: English
Length: 3:15
Written by: Hakeem Scott




The The - 4 see it (past tense) Lyrics




Take em' back high take em' back high Take em' back high take em' back high
Thinkin' back, huh
Thinkin' back, huh
Thinkin' back about last year, that was last year

I'm on some new things, my dear
I can smell fear, the money comin
I need it all, I ain't sayin' nothin
And if you frightened, then you sayin' somethin

Then why you sayin' somethin' if you ain't playin' nothin'
You whack, I stop the beat and then I kill a track
Like, where is that? What's happenin'
Like, come again, who these niggas think they better than

Bring a friend, I ain't lyin' when I say that I'm bombin
That's for real, I ain't lyin' when I say that I'm fryin'
I shoot the kill with the Smiths and Westons
Take your time, you gon' need a lesson

No questions for all these niggas that be askin
I'm just worried bout gettin' six figures and puffin' dancers
Niggas always throwin' these punches, I'm everlastin
My combo's too smooth for you niggas

I'ma trash em', I'm tryna gain clarity
My people wanna bury me, you better see
My bars is heavier than Heavy D
My Heavy D will f*ck your girl

Oh my gosh, you gotta see
Name somebody hot as me, I'm off the wall, you gotta see
Honestly, you gotta be the better man, stay out these streets, uh
I never stop, I keep on rockin' a mic

The way I do it, I influence, you be jockin' a bike
My style, it's kinda crazy, cause I do it too well
Tell the other people, ayy, and I just do it to sell
The music, my flow go stupid, I be spittin' the truth, it's uh

You couldn't do it, ask Coey, this move is uh
Thinkin' bout last year, that was the past year
Before they cash here, a nigga never had cash here
Oh shit, the world's spittin' cold shit

Have your heart froze quick, now you coughin' blood sick
Damn, boom bop blam, I'm the man
Understand, I need the dope for the fam
I'm thinkin' hundred bands, probably more

See the smile on your face when I hit the door, that's for sure
I kinda knew it was love, had my heart in the slum
Do the gift from above, come give me love
Cess

Take em' back, take em' back
Take em' back, ah
Take em' back, ah
Take em' back, ah

Take em' back, ah
Take em' back, ah
Take em' back, ah
Take em' back, ah

Take em' back, ah
Take em' back, ah
Take em' back, ah
You
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Take em' back high take em' back high Take em' back high take em' back high
Thinkin' back, huh
Thinkin' back, huh
Thinkin' back about last year, that was last year

I'm on some new things, my dear
I can smell fear, the money comin
I need it all, I ain't sayin' nothin
And if you frightened, then you sayin' somethin

Then why you sayin' somethin' if you ain't playin' nothin'
You whack, I stop the beat and then I kill a track
Like, where is that? What's happenin'
Like, come again, who these niggas think they better than

Bring a friend, I ain't lyin' when I say that I'm bombin
That's for real, I ain't lyin' when I say that I'm fryin'
I shoot the kill with the Smiths and Westons
Take your time, you gon' need a lesson

No questions for all these niggas that be askin
I'm just worried bout gettin' six figures and puffin' dancers
Niggas always throwin' these punches, I'm everlastin
My combo's too smooth for you niggas

I'ma trash em', I'm tryna gain clarity
My people wanna bury me, you better see
My bars is heavier than Heavy D
My Heavy D will f*ck your girl

Oh my gosh, you gotta see
Name somebody hot as me, I'm off the wall, you gotta see
Honestly, you gotta be the better man, stay out these streets, uh
I never stop, I keep on rockin' a mic

The way I do it, I influence, you be jockin' a bike
My style, it's kinda crazy, cause I do it too well
Tell the other people, ayy, and I just do it to sell
The music, my flow go stupid, I be spittin' the truth, it's uh

You couldn't do it, ask Coey, this move is uh
Thinkin' bout last year, that was the past year
Before they cash here, a nigga never had cash here
Oh shit, the world's spittin' cold shit

Have your heart froze quick, now you coughin' blood sick
Damn, boom bop blam, I'm the man
Understand, I need the dope for the fam
I'm thinkin' hundred bands, probably more

See the smile on your face when I hit the door, that's for sure
I kinda knew it was love, had my heart in the slum
Do the gift from above, come give me love
Cess

Take em' back, take em' back
Take em' back, ah
Take em' back, ah
Take em' back, ah

Take em' back, ah
Take em' back, ah
Take em' back, ah
Take em' back, ah

Take em' back, ah
Take em' back, ah
Take em' back, ah
You
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Writer: Hakeem Scott
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