4 A.M. In Texas

It's Four a.m. in Texas and I don't leave the crib without a Smith & Wesson
Niggas hittin' my line, talkin' all this shit through the message
So I hit my youngins up to go and fetch em
Niggas think shit is cool and sweet, doing all this, Instagram flexin

When we on a mission, we always scope this shit and plan this shit out, we don't move reckless
It's been about two or three days and we real restless
Niggas askin' me who the best is and I tell em
That nigga, Baby Ghetto comin' straight outta Texas

And I'm hangin' with my youngins and they all trigger happy
Yeah, we just some lil' Mexicans comin' up out the block
Doin' what we gotta do, just to make sure we got food on the table
Even if that mean bein' up on that block

Late at night, just servin' up junkies left and right
Got bitches hittin' my line, tellin' me to slide through
But baby, I don't got no time for you, I'm tryna move on to the next
Chapter in my life and it's bein' on that stage in that spotlight

Cause I had too many nights broke down and ain't know where to go or what to do
So now my only focus is gettin' that bag right, so my kids can be set for life
It's just hard to leave these streets alone, cause that's all I've ever known
In a world so cold, only thing I want on my tombstone

Is that I stood on ten toes about anything I ever spoke
And I'm really just a cool, calm person unless I'm provoked
And I ain't pussy, so don't push me cause I tend to take things to the next level
Now I'm laid up in your bed with your bitch and she lovin' my cologne

Beggin' me to take her home, cause she know I'm the only nigga brave enough
To sit on this throne, throwin' up Crowns and droppin' rakes
Yellin' out Amo
Look, I hadda hit it with somethin' different for shit sho

Big ol' King Love, nigga
On 360
Free King Ghetto
Free my nigga Lucci