4:12 am Lyrics

$200 been a dream chaser

Uh, it's dialing

It's dialing

Hey, hit me on the train

You know everything, man, we be dropping it here

Yeah, yeah

Uh, it's dialing

Uh, yeah

It's dialing

It's dialing

It's dialing

Uh, uh

Hey, it's dialing

It's 4-12 in the morning. I spend my 12 blocks

I got opps, so if I see a n***a dead, he get popped

Feed me a bop

Look up in my eyes, see I'm on top

I feel that love, but it be fake

So I don't give this ho my time

We gon' shine, but still a devil for the underage generic kind

Who gon' die

I'm ridin' with my head to the sky

Who is I

Really, then he fuck n****s that try

Really, then he fuck hoes that slide

Spendin' all night, n***a, what's the time

Old dumb ho try to murder me when she try to put that truck on me

I know I said a lot of hurtful things, but bitch, you crossed that line with me

My mind go blank when I think about frontin' rules

It get the best of me, got the recipe

I was sittin' on Avenue, tryin' to sell the city dreams

Who believe in me

I was sittin' across that room, wanted to be on TV screens

It ain't bout to be, it ain't bout to be

cause at the end, it's all on me

I'm an operator, but n****s don't wanna admit it

cause they put some in their head of doin' all the favors

I was spendin' head, hunnid dollars, been a dream chaser

They want us caged up

They want us hurt, cause we control the city

They, they feel like Magimix

I talk that real now, they tryin' to get us catered

Next time you wanna get my name up, I'm really free

But I still spend a block off a n***a tryin' to hang up

Fuck twelve in the morning

I spend my twelve blocks, I got opps

So if I see a n***a, then he get popped

Feed me a bop

Look up in my eyes, see I'm on top

I feel that love, better be facin' on

Give me all my time, we gon' shine

But still a devil for us, under each generic kind

Who gon' die? I ride with my head to the sky

Who is I

Realer than he fuck n****s that try

Realer than he fuck hoes that slide

All night, n***a, what's the time

Fuck twelve in the morning

I spend my twelve blocks, let off about twelve shots

So bitch don't call twelve now

When y'all was in, y'all outside

I was out there at your mailbox

I was locked down in the cell block, just waitin' for the bell line

And y'all ain't even help me

When I was in the stressin'

When ain't none of y'all bless me

I took my liquid step, who was proud of me

When I got my GED and put up on my ten

Ain't no opp in me, this is not Monopoly

I done had the code swing

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