4 am

Brooklyn Butler, Tyonchi Johnson

4am
4am
4am
4am
You live and you learn
From lessons taught
And bridges you burn
A gift and a curse
That spiritual hurt
Who would've thought that
We could rise
From that spiritual dirt
And give birth to words
That'll quench that llyrical thirst
It's took my whole soul
Just to fucking carry that hearse
That hurt
Made me to this nigga
Without a fucking fear on this earth
But fear it do lurk
But I look right past it
All I see is my future
And it look so lavish
But let's switch lanes
No traffic
The whips and chains
Got slavery looking like a fashion
Slaves to the money
But really just wanna be happy
Filling holes in they heart
with pure fucking sadness
Yeah it's pure madness
Up at 4 am
Body hurt like we just went to gym
We really did
Working all night
Tryna make a hit
These silly kid
Gone have no choice to respect it
Baby I'll go to sleep
After a verse on this record at
4am
4am
4am
4am
You can hear what i'm saying
How i'm spitting this lyrical venom
No need to hide behind 808s
We bumping with em
All my niggas the same pace
I'm running with em
Cuz we running the same race
We gotta get em
Ay
They dont want us in 1st place
Then lettem hate
Cuz brodie told me it's fuck em all we elevate
So when they tell me to pump the brakes
I upped the weight
Cuz it was nights
Sum my niggas ain't have no place to stay
And worst of all my homie turned into ashes
When i had looked into that casket
Overcome by the madness
I felt my faith fade away
I can't visit your grave
My mama told me to pray
But then I turnt slave
For the love in the club
The funky stuff in my drug
It fuck me up
So wish me luck
Like how much will it take
Throwing Ms
I'm not no millionaire
But still getting paid
Everyday feel the same
Mary cooking my brain
Until
4am
4am
4am
4am

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