4am Confessions

Sometimes I wake up in the morning
And wonder who gone stop me
I'm doing 60 in a 35
I pray that they don't clock me
Or I say some dumb shit to a girl
And it's a Spongebob meme
The way she mock me
But you know she topped me
Always got it out the mud
Never needed no one to spot me
High school I was lifting weights
College dreams fell by the wayside
Started having bigger dreams
Trips happen no more then stateside
You just banking on deposits
What happens
When the secrets come out yo closets
Or someone you trusted
Speak on you
Like a leaky faucet
If we watching Flix together
And I gotta leave the room
I respect her if she pause it

Even though I'm probably just going to text back
The side
Truth is what you hide
But what is truth
What is time
What is favor
If you look at my resume
I've had all types of flavors
I'm the type to fuck for free
While you gotta pay her
And that's a steady layup
As soon as you done
It's like come on nigga pay up
But for me its hugs and kisses
No close calls or near misses
Fuck her so good
Wake up in the morning
She start washing my dishes
Kinda suspicious
Whenever I hear someone
Talkin down on the next
Worry about the person
In the mirror and maybe
You'll touch some bigger checks
When I shoot for the fam
They call me reckless
But when the situation over
I'm called protective
It's a different type of perspective

Never the less
I'm tired of all these people
Not moving facts
They just guess
What's going on in my mind
Or how I feel or what I've seen
I blew 15 stacks
In the same 2 weeks
I'm supposed to quarantine
E called me he been on some Iffy shit
Great brands stuck together
That's some sticky shit
I take it serious when it come to my team
5 different niggas but in common
We got one dream
I haven't heard from my
Grandad in months
Claiming he gone call a nigga
No man is perfect
But at least don't stall a nigga
It's all love to him
And everything he hasn't done
But at least the time we do spend
He teaching me about the streets
And how things run
Learned how to make back
Flip double x2 type shit
You know that life
Where you gotta do
What you gotta do type shit
It might be too early to forget
Some of the pain you caused me
We was on that line together always
Fuckin walkie-talkies
But look what you have taught me
My apologies for anything
I missed on this beat
I'm in a more forgiving mindset this year
So please just respect what it is
Motivated by greats
Struggle and passion
Motivated by not
Giving them what they want
Just a simple reaction
You'll understand
If you already haven't



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Wood Jr.
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