4AM

(Intro — low talk, no drums)

4AM…

Whole city asleep, I’m still ridin’ with bad intentions.

Demons loud… clip longer than conversations.

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(Verse 1 — quick punch flow)

Black truck creepin’, tint dark, no face

Dead phone, two straps, cash in the door panel safe

I done seen day-ones turn snake for attention

That’s why I move militant, expensive ammunition

Cold stare, wolf blood, backseat dirty

Play crazy, graveyard shift get urgent

Still got scars from them nights I was hurtin’

Now I talk money fluently, bankroll cursive

Chrome flash, rain hittin’ off the hood scoop

Bad bitch foreign, attitude rude too

Young bull cutthroat, pressure made a monster

Still keep demons in the ashtray with the Rosters

Half these rappers cosplay pain for captions

I was really outside when the shots kept crackin’

Still don’t laugh much, trust low, aim steady

Pocket full of dead faces, all blue, all heavy

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(Hook — melodic but hard)

4AM demons still ridin’ with me

Dark clouds follow every time I touch the street

Expensive ammunition in the seat

If it’s war, we don’t tweet, we compete

4AM demons still lurk in my sleep

Heart cold, eyes low, code never weak

I done crossed too many roads too deep

Now the money talk fluent every time I speak

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(Flow Switch — faster/aggressive)

Switch lanes, fast pace, blacked-out coupe

No love for a soul when the envy get loose

Big smoke, blue strips, all in the room

You ain’t built for the pressure, boy, watch how you move

Still ten toes when the rent was late

Now it’s five-star steak off paper plates

Street scars all hidden behind designer shades

But the pain still breathe when the nighttime fade

Gunmetal shine under gas station lights

I done had fistfights turn homicide nights

You can see who real when the cash get tight

Most these boys fold soon as the price get high

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(Hook )

4AM demons still ridin’ with me

Dark clouds follow every time I touch the street

Expensive ammunition in the seat

If it’s war, we don’t tweet, we compete

4AM demons still lurk in my sleep

Heart cold, eyes low, code never weak

I done crossed too many roads too deep

Now the money talk fluent every time I speak

4AM demons still ridin’ with me

Dark clouds follow every time I touch the street

Expensive ammunition in the seat

If it’s war, we don’t tweet, we compete

4AM demons still lurk in my sleep

Heart cold, eyes low, code never weak

I done crossed too many roads too deep

Now the money talk fluent every time I speak

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(Outro — talkin’ greasy)

Yeah…

Some people pray at 4AM.

Some people survive it.

Different type of timing.