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4 Years
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Hip-Hop/Rap
4 Years was released on April 5, 2024 by In House & Company as a part of the album Nothing Was Overnight
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Release DateApril 5, 2024
LabelIn House & Company
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM88

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert J. Smith III
Robert J. Smith III
Songwriter
Uptown On The Beat
Uptown On The Beat
Songwriter

Lyrics

Four years sober
Four years clean
1,460 days without a thing
Not a drink
No lean
No pills
No E
No coke and no dope
Ain't even rolling the weed
Never could imagine it
In my wildest dream
Got to pause one time
Thank god for everything
Shit cause man I done felt hell
You know life ain't all peaches and cream
It ain't no one twelve
I still hear that voice in the back of my mind
I take heed
Good and bad wolf
Who u tryin feed
Raw dogging life
Used to say it was for the dweebs
Till I seen
Drugs is a band aid
Making me bleed
Numb the pain for now
Cause more when you come down
Used to run with a crowd
Them lames aint even come round
Life of the party
Shit ain't looking fun now
Stepped out the ring with addiction
I took off the gloves now
Lost my man
He thought being clean would bore him
One bad batch
And you going in the morgue wit em
Everybody popping
Shooting or they snorting em
Tryna take away problems
You only piling more of em
Family and friends warning em
You just ignoring em
Ain't checking inventory
Never know what's in store for em
Battling demons when you at your weakest
Only you got the power
To up and shut the door on em
I'm talking to the devil
But I wanna vibe with God
Trying to pick a side
And it's eating me alive
Conscience tell me stop
But my pockets tell me rob
I'm jumping in ya ride
45
Tell you "just drive"
Could have kept a job
But I'd rather chill and nod
Detectives asking where I was At 9:45
I was fried off them M box
A two one fives
When them blue bags came
I almost died two times
Started with tens and fives
Wasn't getting me high
So I upped the milligram
And was skatted out my mind
Whole life on hold
Wanna hang up the phone
How I get so high
Yet stay so low
My
Sweats had holes
My sweats was cold
Withdraws dawg
Nothing coulda ever quench this hole
This pain consume you whole
It'll Steal ya whole soul
Hit so many bottoms
But inside em
It's a trapped door
You around feinds
Then you destined for that life
Kids I grew up wit ODed
It's a blessing I'm alright
Count my blessings now at night
Learned my lessons with a fight
Cause I did a lot of wrong
I'm just pressing for that right
Choices turn into habits
Habits turn into life
So used to living savage
Trap backwards
No end in sight
No light inside that tunnel
If you ain't never looking
Hard headed motha fuck a
And look where it done took em
I feel it in the air
I'm being sincere
So every bar that I give em
It be standing they hair
Shit don't give you goosebumps
Then you never been there
Drugs a symptom
My problem is the man in the mirror
Was a menace to sobriety
High as a mother fucker
Menace to society
I ride like a mother fucker
Body full of scars
Before I knew it lost it all
Kicks to whips
Robbing Peter to pay Paul
I don't fake it till I make it
I got faith and so I chase it
And little bump in the road
We gone pave it
I done paid my dues
I done made the news
Should of been in a cell
Man I'm so grateful
Couldn't do it alone
Thank the ones by my side
Today
I can say I'm a addict with pride
Four years sober and I feel so alive
Thank god I ain't found a reason to get high
Written by: Robert J. Smith III, Uptown On The Beat
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