4:30 AM

Lyrics

[Intro] (phone rings) KG: What the fuck! Hello? VOICE: What up nig? KG: What up nigga? V: Shit, chillin' KG: Shit, I say -- V: What you getting into? KG: I'm just cooling bruh, I'm just cooling. But look, I'm bout to get it in right fast, nigga I love you, let me do this I'mma call you later V: Alright nigga KG: Alright love you boy V: Love you too nigga KG: Alright. Keep all that! [Verse 1] Gladiators on deck, drug user, don't drink Sprite And when I do, it ain't pink Sprite, a lot of lean, it's purple Trust issue, don't trust really, no two point conversion Won't run it after I touch down, my punter kicking, it's defense (What you get into this weekend?) Where was you when I was slumped over? Gums hurting from a old bullet In front the toilet while hunched over Puking all of my insides, stab wounds from a old friend Well at that time we were close friends They say I killed him in cold blood We wrestled for the gun but the gun went off He up'd the pistol, looked him dead in his eyes I been ready to die so nigga, do it "Gates lying," I'll really do it I'm serious too, nigga, really do it Turned his head, closed his eyes Aimed the tool, started shooting I didn't die, my life a movie [Hook] 4:30 AM, never say when, it's five in the morning And your children are somewhere on the corner 6:00 AM water boiling Think I'm addicted to the strong aroma [Verse 2] When I was touching McKinley, Erin really my best friend And I was loving her best friend, bright Brittany with the long hair You know Flavar Lloyde lil' sister She stole a Jag for to come and get me I was buying dope, in and out the system Brandy fucking my nigga Ray At the same time, fuckin' Coach Whitney He the track coach, and a asshole Know that didn't have shit to do with this I was just stating the facts though Jessica round me, talking sexual bout me She bend over in front me from the back while I'm pounding Now it's over, bitch get up and get out I mostly likely forgot to mention, but we was in my trap house Just brainstorming, in the game forming these thoughts into ideas No regrets for the shit I did; that also mean for the niggas I killed! [Hook:] 4:30 am, never say when, it's five in the morning And your children are somewhere on the corner 6:00 a.m, water boiling Think I'm addicted to the strong aroma