4 Am Lyrics - Black Cobain

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.