Lyrics to 4am To 8am
Oh my God, who is this? An L Beat?
I'm livin' proof that you can do it, too
By time I turned twenty-two I had a M or few
Get it? Had a M or few, ain't say a M or two
Spread wealth with your nigga, why you think it's him or you?
Why you think it's not enough out here for him to get it, too?
It's bad enough we limit us, we all criminals
And I woulda said "they", but this shit mental, dude
The system been designed for self to let it get to you
I'm talkin' self-destruction, traps for individuals
But I'ma dumb it down, I'ma humble down, I'ma mumble now
I been in the ring with Satan, had to rumble hours
I guess I had to go through pain to make another album
My mind thinkin' 'bout so much shit I be smokin' ounces
I need inspiration, in the Matrix, hella hours
I love the studio, been in there for eleven hours
Its four a.m. today, this goin' on my seventh hour
Put everything in perspective of what they're goin' through
And the PTSD that must come with that
And also why it's so important to get this story out here
And offer opportunity to these kids so these kids have somethin' to leave the streets for
It's like, "Oh, get out the streets 'cause you gon'—
You either gonna die or go to jail"
Everybody knows that, they know that
But, like, leave the streets? Like, what opportunity do I really have?
To do what? Leave the streets to what?
Go work at McDonalds?
So the people that was tryna kill me last week can see me? Like, what you want me to do?
Herbo, where you see yourself in ten years? It's hard as shit
Everyday I'm gettin' sharper, I been smart as shit
And for some reason I feel like this still my hardest shit
Never seen a gangster like this, gotta pardon it
Hoppin' out a foreign, valet parkin' it
Used to be a tourist, broad day, sparkin' it
It ain't shit for me to rap about my life 'cause I'm a artist
I get personal and burn this bitch down like a arsonist
Shine bright 'cause I survived a lot of darknesses
When I walk I shake the ground like Parkinson's
Since fourteen, on my back, it been a target
It just make me go harder 'cause I'm knowin' why you started this shit
You just wanna be a part of this shit
I should've left the streets sooner, I got smart at this shit
Played your cards wrong, your disloyalty, I spotted it
Could have had smoke with whoever, ain't nada, I got in it
Now they change the weather, through the rain, whatever
Supposed to stay forever, we could have changed together
Got that butterfly effect, it's like I changed for the better
I ain't got no friends in here, nigga, I came for the cheddar
I came with Berettas, uh, Glocks, etcetera
And we'll pop the messenger, you try and stop from tellin' us
I rose from the cellar, in the bank more than regular
Still got some killers with me that'll rob the register
Mansions, marble floors, penthouses everywhere
Been inside the dealership a few, but you ain't ever there
Man, I worked my ass off for this shit, I'm tellin' ya
Granny house was rats on the rug like Angelica
How the fuck you jealous? Why the fuck you yellin'?
You ain't up no millions? Why the fuck you chillin'?
And you ain't securin' 'em? Why the fuck you trippin'?
You ain't got security? How the fuck you livin'?
How the fuck you think I did it? By my lonely, don't forget it
Wops and leave the stu', it's 8 a.m. but I just woke up finished
Every time they told me I couldn't, that just woke a menace
Blessed, I got a million dollar mouth, but I don't know a dentist
I'm livin' proof that you can do it, too
By time I turned twenty-two I had a M or few
Get it? Had a M or few, ain't say a M or two
Spread wealth with your nigga, why you think it's him or you?
Why you think it's not enough out here for him to get it, too?
It's bad enough we limit us, we all criminals
And I woulda said "they", but this shit mental, dude
The system been designed for self to let it get to you
I'm talkin' self-destruction, traps for individuals
But I'ma dumb it down, I'ma humble down, I'ma mumble now
I been in the ring with Satan, had to rumble hours
I guess I had to go through pain to make another album
My mind thinkin' 'bout so much shit I be smokin' ounces
I need inspiration, in the Matrix, hella hours
I love the studio, been in there for eleven hours
Its four a.m. today, this goin' on my seventh hour
Put everything in perspective of what they're goin' through
And the PTSD that must come with that
And also why it's so important to get this story out here
And offer opportunity to these kids so these kids have somethin' to leave the streets for
It's like, "Oh, get out the streets 'cause you gon'—
You either gonna die or go to jail"
Everybody knows that, they know that
But, like, leave the streets? Like, what opportunity do I really have?
To do what? Leave the streets to what?
Go work at McDonalds?
So the people that was tryna kill me last week can see me? Like, what you want me to do?
Herbo, where you see yourself in ten years? It's hard as shit
Everyday I'm gettin' sharper, I been smart as shit
And for some reason I feel like this still my hardest shit
Never seen a gangster like this, gotta pardon it
Hoppin' out a foreign, valet parkin' it
Used to be a tourist, broad day, sparkin' it
It ain't shit for me to rap about my life 'cause I'm a artist
I get personal and burn this bitch down like a arsonist
Shine bright 'cause I survived a lot of darknesses
When I walk I shake the ground like Parkinson's
Since fourteen, on my back, it been a target
It just make me go harder 'cause I'm knowin' why you started this shit
You just wanna be a part of this shit
I should've left the streets sooner, I got smart at this shit
Played your cards wrong, your disloyalty, I spotted it
Could have had smoke with whoever, ain't nada, I got in it
Now they change the weather, through the rain, whatever
Supposed to stay forever, we could have changed together
Got that butterfly effect, it's like I changed for the better
I ain't got no friends in here, nigga, I came for the cheddar
I came with Berettas, uh, Glocks, etcetera
And we'll pop the messenger, you try and stop from tellin' us
I rose from the cellar, in the bank more than regular
Still got some killers with me that'll rob the register
Mansions, marble floors, penthouses everywhere
Been inside the dealership a few, but you ain't ever there
Man, I worked my ass off for this shit, I'm tellin' ya
Granny house was rats on the rug like Angelica
How the fuck you jealous? Why the fuck you yellin'?
You ain't up no millions? Why the fuck you chillin'?
And you ain't securin' 'em? Why the fuck you trippin'?
You ain't got security? How the fuck you livin'?
How the fuck you think I did it? By my lonely, don't forget it
Wops and leave the stu', it's 8 a.m. but I just woke up finished
Every time they told me I couldn't, that just woke a menace
Blessed, I got a million dollar mouth, but I don't know a dentist
