04:30 lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, yeah
The f*ck I'm talkin' 'bout, man
You know what I do, you know my crew, you know my team, man
I should be f*cking sleeping right now, you get me?
But f*ck it, run the beat
(Go, go, go)

[Verse]
You better go, go, go, run for the cash (yeah)
Yeah, go, go, go, go get the bag (yeah)
b*tch, I'm tired (Ayy), jet-lag (yeah)
And my ho, ho, ho, she just wanna nag (Yeah), she wants to get my act, yeah (My wock)
Everyday I wake up and I wanna restart
Feeling nothing is gon' get me out the dark
Got suburban kids tryna tell me I ain't tough
Then come on, motherf*cker, let's see how you grew up rough
Did you get locked out in the cold in thе middle of night? (Hell nah)
So why assume I'm a b*tch whеn we ain't even fight? (Damn)
Yeah, and I got memories locked up in my head, remember when I wanted dreads but my mum said "No"
And my old hoes out here either bein' lesbians or hoes (Yeah)
And I got racks on racks, and I got stacks on stacks
And I'm gon' get the bag, and I'm gon' get the bag, yeah
And my uncle up in Brixton, he's up there with the gang sh*t
I ain't seem him in two years, so my mental health danglin'
And my friend who betrayed me, swear I wanna f*ckin' strangle him
But I don't even know what I'm doing right now, b*tch, shut the f*ck up
I get drugged up, I get f*cked up
'Cause the pain is too much (Yeah)
I wanna drown in the ocean, drink a poison potion
'Cause I left that girl all my devotion
I'm living with grief 'cause of what's been given in these damn streets (Talk)
I miss my brother, miss my rider
And miss my ride-or-die-er
I miss the fam playin' my jams
But f*ck it, I'm never gettin' 'em back
But if I see the f*cking opps, I swear I'm gettin' 'em back
The bullets hit that head of yours that's so punchable, f*ck
And I swear you ain't live the life that I live, I fear for my dad and I fear my children
I fear the fam and I fear for my 'rillas, I live in a town full of ruthless killers
Got an A plus on my test, you can call me Atilla, I heard your new mixtape, boy, that sh*t was filler
And I listen KA$HDAMI's and that sh*t was realer, these people talk sh*t 'til these bullets come hit ya
I left my old ho and now she gettin' fitter
I did it on purpose but now she wanna act up
Anymore sh*t and I might bring the MAC up (MAC-10)
It's RJ, it's RJ, RJ on the track, yeah (Hmm)
It's RJ, it's RJ, RJ get the cash, yeah (Hmm, hmm)
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm