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4 A.M.

Uhh.. Welcome to paradise

Paper planes, long flights

Welcome to the life

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talking

How you killing my highs, I hope you built the coffin

I got virgin lungs please excuse the coughing

Think I'm bout to blow, they call me George from Boston

Respect is never given so I confiscate it

Get acquainted with mine I get them acclimated

Cherry red dice I'm a gambling man I'm never taking twice

Had to escape the life

This ain't for ordinary people, don't compare me to rappers

I'm trying to be like The Beatles,

Give me some soul money, niggers is gassed up

Tell them to keep it running, I'm keeping the grass cut

No snakes, royalty hating niggers don't get no pussy

So it's more for me, she invited me in her mouth

You know it's cordially, we throwin' racks, she said please don't talk to me

All my niggers is winning, shout out to Charlie Sheen

I spit bars the metronome's a money machine

A money machine, of course I'm trying to be the king that was part of my dream

And wale told me fuck y'all so we fuck yall, we don't love y'all

Loud B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

We aint heard of that, and we aint hear of y'all

Doggin, Hard listen, mean muggin for when niggas don't see their C's til they see the judges

Dark side of town, baby mama blues,

When drama ensues niggers Ndomakong Suh

Old lyin ass defensive as boys,

Why you knock that bitch up if you cant tend it out boy

I'm a tenant my opinion is monumental

I'm here forever, these other niggers scribble in pencil

Got indelible colors, only look when they're buzzing

I'm at Dallas with luggage flyin straight to the money

And you don't understand my slang my colloquial is lovely

So they quote me and love me like I'm a poet or something

Hoe I kick it, I punt it like Reggie Roby or something

Shady bitches'll feel me, Reggie Smokers disgust me

Make the least of you haters, make the most of your money

Have that consistent drive long as your motor's running

I used to heat up mama house by opening ovens

Now mama see that shit on Oprah and know that it's coming

That's real shit, it's bigger than rap, my n-gga Cole busy, but genius is back

I light up my spliff take a sip of my yack

Thinking back of when the city weren't thinking of rap

They weren't thinking of rap, they weren't giving a f-ck

Now everywhere I go they be giving it up

I seen it all from Barry Farms to Sursum Corders

They had that rocking like a Park that's word to Mike Shinoda

Shout out to captain Ginnny and free my n-gga Ricky

We always pray for polo, we miss you little Penny

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

Not in the kingdom of Zamunda but it's mad semi's

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

This where they love you then they hate you, go and ask Fifty

Yeah, go and ask fifty

They love you then they hate you, go and ask fifty

Go and ask fenty, hating ass n-gga, sweeter than sibling

Who got the juice n-gga ?

juice n-gga,

juice n-gga,

My... dont keep it deuce nigga

work, work, work, work, work.

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