4:30 AM lyrics

[Intro]
(phone rings)
KG: What the f*ck! Hello?
VOICE: What up nig?
KG: What up n*gga?
V: sh*t, chillin'
KG: sh*t, I say --
V: What you getting into?
KG: I’m just cooling bruh, I’m just cooling. But look, I’m bout to get it in right fast, n*gga I love you, let me do this I'mma call you later
V: Alright n*gga
KG: Alright love you boy
V: Love you too n*gga
KG: Alright. Keep all that!

[Verse 1]
Gladiators on deck, drug user, don’t drink Sprite
And when I do, it ain't pink Sprite, a lot of lean, it’s purple
Trust issue, don't trust really, no two point conversion
Won't run it after I touch down, my punter kicking, it's defense
(What you get into this weekend?)
Where was you when I was slumped over?
Gums hurting from a old bullet
In front the toilet while hunched over
Puking all of my insides, stab wounds from a old friend
Well at that time we were close friends
They say I killed him in cold blood
We wrestled for the gun but the gun went off
He up’d the pistol, looked him dead in his eyes
I been ready to die so n*gga, do it
"Gates lying," I'll really do it
I’m serious too, n*gga, really do it
Turned his head, closed his eyes
Aimed the tool, started shooting
I didn’t die, my life a movie
[Hook]
4:30 AM, never say when, it’s five in the morning
And your children are somewhere on the corner
6:00 AM water boiling
Think I'm addicted to the strong aroma

[Verse 2]
When I was touching McKinley, Erin really my best friend
And I was loving her best friend, bright Brittany with the long hair
You know Flavar Lloyde lil' sister
She stole a Jag for to come and get me
I was buying dope, in and out the system
Brandy f*cking my n*gga Ray
At the same time, f*ckin' Coach Whitney
He the track coach, and a as*h*le
Know that didn't have sh*t to do with this
I was just stating the facts though
Jessica round me, talking sexual bout me
She bend over in front me from the back while I'm pounding
Now it's over, b*tch get up and get out
I mostly likely forgot to mention, but we was in my trap house
Just brainstorming, in the game forming these thoughts into ideas
No regrets for the sh*t I did; that also mean for the n*ggas I killed!

[Hook:]
4:30 am, never say when, it’s five in the morning
And your children are somewhere on the corner
6:00 a.m, water boiling
Think I'm addicted to the strong aroma