4AM

Lyrics

(Verse 1) It's funny as a writer I remember when I couldn't get a write up Show up to the club on industry night But, ain't no one invite us Just an uptown kid with some downtown weed Like, anybody got a lighter? And I still shut it down with my invisible crown Cause I was told a king is a fighter (Bridge) I'm focused on a dream but In between life a movie like a scene cut When I pray, do my prayers just beam up? I don't know, but to me they seem stuck Cause the police smile when they see them But the motherfuckers shoot when they see us Tell me how's that a blessin'? I'm caught between picking my discretion and picking up a motherfucking weapon (Hook) Pressure man I need that Fame yeah I need that Major labels I need that Wait a minute, I don't need that I'm good And this is how we ride All around the world we tell em Money man, I need that Love yeah I need that Haters yeah I need that Wait a minute, I don't need that I'm good And this is how we ride (Verse 2) Way before I even had a dollar to my name Wasn't for god I probably would've caved (True) All the things that I be doing And the shit that I be saying Shit I'd prolly give Holly with a grave (True) I don't care about the fame I be airing out your names So chill if you ain't tryna cut your fate If you looking at your favourite rapper and he don't respond Then this motherfucker prolly is a slave (Bridge) Shit, I'm focused on a dream but In between life a movie like a scene cut When I pray, do my prayers just beam up? I don't know, but to me they seem stuck Cause the police smile when they see them But the motherfuckers shoot when they see us Tell me how's that a blessin'? I'm focused on picking my discretion and picking up a motherfucking weapon (Hook) 2x