Habibi, Ellie Goulding - 4 AM in St. Louis lyrics

This is one of my I'm trying to vent flows
Jerry got a bunch of weed like ten rolls
Naim got a buncha money he saves those
Aki got buncha girls but they all hoes
Thai got my whip ready for car shows
Dawone a muslim now, no more hoes
Kevin making shisha for me and my dates
My brothers from different mothers fuck
A nigga that wanna hate
My niggas do it all for me
If I told'em to take a bullet
They would die for me
And i promise i'll never change
I'mma always stay the same
Long as I'm here i promise that
You'll get the same from me
I show love on a daily basis but some niggas
Still wanna put my name on they hate list
Nigga kicks rocks n shit, I got no
Time for pussies i got confidence, ayyy

You know we can get away
Because I'm calling your name
Everyday I feel this pain
But, you just doubt it, walk away

Shoutout to my niggas that
I forgot to mention so many of you niggas I
Would need an extention
She's always on my mind like
Waiting for a text
She never has make up sex only make up texts
Dinner with La Familia give me a toast
I never been a banger but a
Kid might be forced to pow
Bitch you better watch your words
I heard you got more miles on
You than a Honda Accord
I'm sorry I'm only trying to vent
It's 4 AM and I got alot on my chest
During the day I daydream too much
And when the moon shines girl
I smoke too much even though I never see you
Baby I'm still there
Even though I never holla at you I still care
And even if you ever change
I'd rather keep you in my life
Than keep you out of range
Ayy, I'm booking flights and trips overseas
Private beaches, plenty bitches
And a bunch of palm tress
Catch me on a yacht with my
Pops in the gulf coast
Box full money keep bags at Schnucks
I give my money to charity write
That shit in the books
I don't really need money long
As I got my looks and I love her so much I
Always see her in the mirror
She look like an angel and her name is