4am To 8am
(专辑: PTSD (Deluxe) - 2020)
I'm living proof that you could do it to By the
time I
turned 22 I
had an m
or few Get it had a m
or few ain't say an m
or two Spread wealth with your nigga why you think it's him or you? Why you think it's not enough out here for him to get it too? It's bad enough we limit us, we all criminals And I
woulda said they but this shit mental dude The
system been designed for self don't let it get to you I'm talking self destructive traps for individuals But I'ma dumb it down, I'ma humble down, I'ma mumble now I
been in the
ring with Satan, had to rumble hours I
guess I
had to go through pain to make another album My mind think about so much shit I
be smokin ounces I
need inspiration in the
matrix hella hours I
love the
studio been in there for 11 hours It's 4am today this going on my 7th hour Herbo where you see yourself in ten years? it's hard as shit Everyday I'm getting sharper, I
been smart as shit And for some reason I
feel like this still my hardest shit Never seen a
gangster like this gotta pardon it Hoppin out a
foreign violate parking it Used to be a
tourist broad day sparking it It ain't shit for me to rap about my life cuz I'm an artist I
get personal and burn this bitch down like an arsonist Shine bright cuz I
survived a
lot of darknesses When I
walk I
shake the
ground like parkinsons Since 14 on my back it been a
target It just make me go harder cuz I'm knowing why you started this shit You just want to be apart of this shit I
shoulda left the
streets sooner, I
got smart at this shit Played your cards wrong your disloyalty I
spotted it Coulda had smoke with whoever, ain't matter I
got in it Now they change the
weather, through the
rain whatever Supposed to stay forever, we coulda changed together Got that butterfly effect it's like I
changed for the
better I
ain't got no friends in here nigga I
came for the
chedda I
came with Berettas, Glocs etcetera And we'll pop the
messenger, he'll try and stop from telling us I
rose from the
cellar, in the
bank more than regular Still got some killers with me that'll rob the
register Mansions, marble floors, penthouses everywhere Been inside the
dealership a
few but you ain't never there Man I
worked my ass off for this shit I'm tellin ya Granny house was rats on the
rug like Angelica How the
fuck you jealous? why the
fuck you yellin? You ain't up no millions? why the
fuck you chillin? And you ain't securing em? why the
fuck you trippin? You ain't got security? how the
fuck you living? How the
fuck you think I
did it? by my lonely don't forget it Gwop said leave the
stu it's 8am but I
just woke up finished Everytime they told me that I
couldn't that just woke a
menace Blessed I
got a
million dollar mouth but I
don't know a
dentist