4Am freestyle (Radio Edit) Lyrics

I be thinking to myself a thousand times damn when this pain gon' go

Like who gon' be around when the rain start to show

I done been through a lot of days

Can't my head above the water and I stay afloat

Yeah, a lot of people doubting me, I came from property

If you tell me you gon' do something, ain't no need to lie to me

Different bitches coming to the crib every night

But I know it ain't right, tryna make a way up in this life

I'm living, paying price, riding around the city, making plays

Every day this shit became a lifestyle for me

Every time I'm in the booth, I record like it's my last

Different bitches coming up from the past, I don't understand it

Different bitches coming up from the past, I don't understand

Different bitches coming up from the past, I don't understand

Tryna provide for my folks, so I gotta do all I can

I know how it feel to be at your lowest

But you keep going different for people calling my phone

But I just keep ignoring, hotbox in the rental

I'm driving that bitch, I just be flooring it', yeah

I just be flooring it', yeah

Hotbox in the rental, baby, I just be flooring it', yeah

Yeah, yeah

I'm living life like it last

One thing I try not to do is think about the past

I got people died on me that I wish that I can get back

One thing about time is something you can't get back, yeah

I never liked a bitch, I just think she like my racks

Put my bag down, told her don't go through this bag

Open this bag, you see a whole lot of cash

I done came far and I will never be last, yeah

I knew I would make her fall as you can see, yeah

I done came far as you can see

Now I'm rocking all of the stage, yeah

Told her if you want to mess with me

Make sure that I'm getting paid

I been thinking to myself a thousand times

Damn, when this pain gon' go

Like, who gon' be around when the rain start to show

I done been through a lot of days

Came out here to boil the water and I stay afloat

Yeah, a lot of people doubted me, I came from poverty

If you tell me you gon' do something

Ain't no need to lie to me

Different bitches coming to the crib every night

But I know it ain't right

Trying to make a way up in this life

I'm living, paying price

Riding around the city, making plays

Every day this shit became a lifestyle for me

Every time I'm in the booth, I record like it's my last

Different bitches coming up from the past

I don't understand