4am Lyrics

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I swear the streets don't take no prisoners we fighting to survive

That shit be funny just to live a nigga go and risk his life

That nigga slimy he got shot and everybody wonder why

That nigga slimy he got popped now everybody want to cry

Trapping in the rain with no umbrella

Outside with my dog like I'm Cruella

Ain't none my nigga's sigmas but we steppers

I had to cut some people off don't need the extras

They say the trap move by itself just like a tesla

I keep the pistol on my waste I'm not a wrestler

I think the pistol like masseuse I point and stretch him

Ain't no talking out in traffic ima catch him

Money fiend had some pints of pure codeine

Got some birdies through the mail the pack gone flap it's wings

Got a bitch stand on command for me do anything

Got a shooter when I say so he gone point and squeeze

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On that block I'm balling

Tell little bro to follow him

He a opp we stalking him

Or else we not gone bother him

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Hoop dreams my shooter gone make the league

Like he bought two pairs or Jordan's he had 223's

Like the pack was made of glass we broke it down with ease

You ever waited on a pack got notified it seized

You ever waited on it

Debated on it

Prayed on it

Just for you to realized that somebody was creeping

You don't want to live my life man I be battling demons

You don't want to live that life where you can't sleep till you get even

Intoxicated driving I don't even know why I'm still speeding

I be seeing signs trying to find out whats the meaning

I done seen so much I'm trying to find out was I dreaming

Drop down to my knees I'm trying to find out why they scheming on me

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