Da$H, Remy Banks, Domo Genesis - 4:50 AM lyrics

[Da$H, Remy Banks, Domo Genesis - 4:50 AM lyrics]

Still sipping muddy like it ain't 4:
50 in the fucking morning nigga
Don't tell me 'bout your new tape
Coming cause I hate it already
Weed I put it up in the blunt then rolled
The label was deadly
I use women, abuse drugs, count up the fetti
My niggas telling me I made it
Pray they never forget me
Content with being the same
Made a couple points off work
I never scored in a game
It never made me a chump
By 9th grade was a pumper
Got it bracking by May
Had five racks by the Summer
My life was a blunder
I blew that shit in a week
Mix signals sending headshots soon as
You thinking you sleep
My dealers living next door
The reaper right up the street
My niggas taking what we make
The price of living ain't cheap
The right hand
A Zab jab thrown to knock out his teeth
Call the dentist for dentures
All these habit's I picked up from life
I'm living expensive
Leaving niggas intensive
I'm drugged up in intensive
Nigga came with the static and so
We hopped him like fences motherfuckers know
It's Dolla, tell your bitch holla

Bitch, Mix the Molotov with molly water
Burning awful hotter, you feel the flame
I swear I'm honest
I been that god 'fore I built my name
My hands is clean on my whole
Regimes from a filthy game
And real recognize real
We just do not feel the same
That petty shit ain't pressuring me
I let you pussies play yourself
Cause nothing less is what you destined to be
This rap finessing a profession to me
And lord if you really keep
It G with your niggas
Then save some blessings for me
Cause, I need it, on this creep course, sweet
Getting neck at Coachella inside a Jeep sport
You ain't really 'bout it my nigga
This what we bleed for
This what we sleep, drink, and eat, boy
Yeah this is exactly what you think, boy
I never seen it hotter than this
Watch me pull up on the
Scene with all this friction
Got the key to ignition
Middle finger to the system
What the industry missing
The best out, yeah I'm still on the mission
Play your position, nigga doms

I remember when them cop cars was sky blue
Now my sky's blue, we smoking, high as an IQ
Or the pedestal your bitch got me on
Damn she loving the charm
Like Pretty Tony with the golden arm
Flowing effortlessly
Swerving on beats like I'm in a bimmer
Spitting through these Forrest Hill streets
I'm on some other shit now
Aiming for cheddar to make my world go round
Making noise with this golden sound
Catch a niggy up in
Japanese fashion magazines, jiggy
I been keeping it thorough since the
Day that you met me
Always look him straight in the eye
Cause niggas be shifty
Puffing chronic 'til my mind
Lose service, dog, i'm lifted
Got the world going wild cause
My style's so prolific
Me and my dogs so close, we can't admit it
I just spit the most vividest lyrics
For these people that
Can't comprehend the lifestyle that I'm livin

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