Lyrics
[verse]
Four different corners of the game, one stage tonight
Everybody bringing their own flavor to the light
I came up from the trenches, built my name from scratch
Every verse I'm dropping got a story to attach
Style ain't something borrowed, style is something earned
Watched the greats before me and I studied every turn
Now the whole room's watching, waiting for the drop
Every one of us up here representing at the top
[chorus]
Nobody's got the swagger like the four of us combined
Different roads that led us here but one and the same mind
Nobody's got the swagger, this the sound of the elite
Bringing every style together, watch us own the street
(guest verse)
Second up to bat, bringing that same energy
Every city that I touch remembers the legacy
Built an empire off the words and off the vision too
Every young kid watching learns a thing or two
Style's a language, and we speak it fluently
Every bar we drop becomes a piece of history
(guest verse)
Third one in rotation, bringing my own sound
Everywhere I travel, watch the whole crowd gather round
Ain't about the comparison, it's about the collective flame
Four different corners of the map still spelling out one name
[chorus]
Nobody's got the swagger like the four of us combined
Different roads that led us here but one and the same mind
Nobody's got the swagger, this the sound of the elite
Bringing every style together, watch us own the street
[bridge]
Legends don't get made alone, they're made when greats collide
Every one of us brought something that the other couldn't hide
Tonight the stage remembers every name that took the floor
Nobody's got the swagger, and there won't be any more
[chorus]
Nobody's got the swagger like the four of us combined
Different roads that led us here but one and the same mind
Nobody's got the swagger, this the sound of the elite
Bringing every style together, watch us own the street
