4 a.m.

[Black Cobain:]

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 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 them aclamated

Cherry red dice I'm a gambling man I'm never taking 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, niggas is gassed up

Tell them to keep it running, I'm keeping the grass cut

No snakes, royalty hating niggas 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 niggas 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 fuck ya'll, so we fuck ya'll, we don't love ya'll

Loud B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

The way your heard of that, the way yo heard of y'all

[Wale:]

Dogging, Hard listen mean mugging

For when niggas don't see their C's till they see the judges

Dark side of town, baby mama blues,

When drama ensues niggas and dama can sue

Old lying ass defensive ass boys

Why you knock that bitch up if you can't tend it out boy

I'm a tenant my opinion is monumental

I'm here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Got indelible colors, only look where they're buzzing

I'm at Dallas 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

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 consistence 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 nigga 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 fuck

Now everywhere I go they be giving it up

I seen it all from a dime to a quarter

They had that rocking like a Park that's word to Mike Shinoda

Shout out to captain Ginnny and free my nigga 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 fifty, hating ass nigga, sweeter than sibling

Who got the juice nigga?

Juice nigga,

Juice nigga,

Work, work, work, work, work.