Tone P - 4 AM lyrics

[Intro - Wale] Welcome to paradise Paper planes, long flights [Black Cobain] Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talking How you k**ing my highs I hope you built the coffin I got virgin lungs please excuse the coughin' 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 em acclimated Cherry red dice I'm a gambling man I'm never thinking twice Had to escape the life This ain't for all and every people, don't compare me to rappers I'm trying to be like The Beatles Give me some soul money, n***as is ga**ed up Tell them to keep it running, I'm keeping the gra** cut No snakes, royalty hating n***as don't get no p**y 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 torture me All my n***as is winning, shout out to Charlie Sheen I spitting bars the metronome the money machine A money machine, of course I'm trying to Be the king, that was part of my dream And Wale told me f** y'all, so we f** y'all, we don't love yall Loud P.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, f** the last call The way your heard of that, the way yo heard of y'all [Wale] Thugging, Heartless and mean mugging For when n***as don't see their seeds till they see the judges Dark side of town, baby mama blues When drama ensues n***as Ndamukong Suh All lying a** defensive a** boys Why you knock that b**h up if you can't tend it out boy? I'm attentive my opinion is monumental I'm here forever, these other n***as scribble in pencil Got indelible colors, only local they're buzzing I'm at Dulles with luggage fly straight to the money And you don't understand my slang my colloquial's lovely So they quote me and love me like I'm a poet or something Ho I kick it, I punt it like Reggie Roby or something Shady b**hes offend 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 sh** on Oprah and know that it's coming That's real sh**, it's bigger than rap My n***a Co-Bizzy Virginia 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 Ralph, they weren't giving a f** Now everywhere I go they be giving it up I seen it all from Barry Farms to Sursum Corda They had that rock in Lincoln Park that's word to Mike Shinoda Shout out to captain Ginnny and free my n***a Ricky We always pray for polo, we miss you little Benny We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies Not in the kingdom of Zamunda but it's mad semi's Where bad b**hes with bad intentions just act friendly This where they love you then they hate you, go and ask Fenty Yeah, go and ask Fenty They love you then they hate you, go and ask Fenty Go and ask Fenty, hating a** n***a, sweeter than a simply Who got the juice n***a? Juice n***a Juice n***a Work, work, work, work, work