4am
(No, I don't want just anyone)
(I'm loving what I see in front of me)
(Don't give a fuck, about anyone)
(I know you need, baby, listen to me speak it)
Don't give a fuck (no, I don't want just anyone)
(I'm loving what I see in front of me) aye, yo, oh shit
(Don't give a fuck, about anyone) (listen)
(I know you need, baby, listen to me speak it), hit me up
Lately I've been ghost, and getting my bread up
I nearly forget I could rap
It's 4 a.m. right now, I ain't had no sleep
I'm awake, tryna write me a track
Come, bro should've kicked ball like Foden
But he's OT, serving crack
Never had P, I swear no cap
I'm just tryna move far from the council flats
I'll be living two lifes like Hannah
Bro still stuck in the dusty trap
Couldn't care 'bout the glitz and glamour
I ain't tryna die young like Rodie
So brodie, I might buy me a hammer, huh
You might take my life
So I gotta watch out, when I step in the manner
I nearly forgot I'm a rapper
Life ain't sweet when you're raised in hell
Bro been heartbroken on numerous occasions
He found love with the dots and shells
Lemme tell you a fact
Anytime that he's ever been cuffed, he was sitting in them cells
You can never put faith in girls
You'd rather get thrown in jail
You'd rather get thrown in jail
Life ain't sweet when you're raised in hell
Bro been heartbroken on numerous occasions
He found love with the dots and shells
Lemme tell you a fact
Anytime that he's ever been cuffed, he was sitting in them cells
You can never put faith in girls
He'd rather get thrown in jail
He'd rather get thrown in jail
I'm in the booth tryna clear my mind
Pushing out all of my pain into rhymes
I've allowed myself to get hurt
Bro said that I'm way too kind
And lately, I've been battling myself
It's peace that I pray of friends
Mum would've cried if I ever went also
I ain't ever been on no county line
I was broke and pressed, never had racks
I ain't tryna go back to the old me
I put my life on the line for my fam
I was here when they needed a homie
And there's so much pain in my heart
And I ain't ever seen love come show me
I've been hiding my face, 'cause I hate being bait
I'm like a ninja, yeah, you should know Bee (gang)
Taking risks just to make some bands
I was outside tryna stack my papes
Some word I would crash into OnlyFans
And dad weren't really around
So it's only mum that made me a man
Instead of splashing on drip from Italy
Should've been saving to buy me land
Yo, even with drip in the closet
Still be the block where the mandem hang
I made sure that I had myself
I never needed a helping hand
And there's times where I feel like crypto
So I get gassed when I make these grands
To make it out of my town, it's rare
Cah life ain't ever been fair
So I couldn't care about yute's outside
Lately I've been ghost, and getting my bread up
I nearly forget I can rap
It's 4 a.m. right now, I ain't had no sleep
I'm awake, tryna write me a track
Come, bro should've kicked ball like Foden
But he's OT, serving crack
Never had P, I swear no cap
I'm just tryna move far from the council flats
I'll be living two lifes like Hannah
Bro still stuck in the dusty trap
Couldn't care 'bout the glitz and glamour
I ain't tryna die young like Rodie
So brodie, I might buy me a hammer, huh
You might take my life
So I gotta watch out, when I step in the manner
I nearly forgot I'm a rapper
Lately I've been ghost, and getting my bread up (no, I don't want just anyone)
I nearly forget I can rap
It's 4 a.m. right now, I ain't had no sleep (I'm loving what I see in front of me)
I'm awake, tryna write me a track
(Don't give a fuck, about anyone)
(I know you need, baby, listen to me speak it)
(No, I don't want just anyone)
(I'm loving what I see in front of me)
(Don't give a fuck, about anyone) (listen)
(I know you need, baby, listen to me speak it)
(I'm loving what I see in front of me)
(Don't give a fuck, about anyone)
(I know you need, baby, listen to me speak it)
Don't give a fuck (no, I don't want just anyone)
(I'm loving what I see in front of me) aye, yo, oh shit
(Don't give a fuck, about anyone) (listen)
(I know you need, baby, listen to me speak it), hit me up
Lately I've been ghost, and getting my bread up
I nearly forget I could rap
It's 4 a.m. right now, I ain't had no sleep
I'm awake, tryna write me a track
Come, bro should've kicked ball like Foden
But he's OT, serving crack
Never had P, I swear no cap
I'm just tryna move far from the council flats
I'll be living two lifes like Hannah
Bro still stuck in the dusty trap
Couldn't care 'bout the glitz and glamour
I ain't tryna die young like Rodie
So brodie, I might buy me a hammer, huh
You might take my life
So I gotta watch out, when I step in the manner
I nearly forgot I'm a rapper
Life ain't sweet when you're raised in hell
Bro been heartbroken on numerous occasions
He found love with the dots and shells
Lemme tell you a fact
Anytime that he's ever been cuffed, he was sitting in them cells
You can never put faith in girls
You'd rather get thrown in jail
You'd rather get thrown in jail
Life ain't sweet when you're raised in hell
Bro been heartbroken on numerous occasions
He found love with the dots and shells
Lemme tell you a fact
Anytime that he's ever been cuffed, he was sitting in them cells
You can never put faith in girls
He'd rather get thrown in jail
He'd rather get thrown in jail
I'm in the booth tryna clear my mind
Pushing out all of my pain into rhymes
I've allowed myself to get hurt
Bro said that I'm way too kind
And lately, I've been battling myself
It's peace that I pray of friends
Mum would've cried if I ever went also
I ain't ever been on no county line
I was broke and pressed, never had racks
I ain't tryna go back to the old me
I put my life on the line for my fam
I was here when they needed a homie
And there's so much pain in my heart
And I ain't ever seen love come show me
I've been hiding my face, 'cause I hate being bait
I'm like a ninja, yeah, you should know Bee (gang)
Taking risks just to make some bands
I was outside tryna stack my papes
Some word I would crash into OnlyFans
And dad weren't really around
So it's only mum that made me a man
Instead of splashing on drip from Italy
Should've been saving to buy me land
Yo, even with drip in the closet
Still be the block where the mandem hang
I made sure that I had myself
I never needed a helping hand
And there's times where I feel like crypto
So I get gassed when I make these grands
To make it out of my town, it's rare
Cah life ain't ever been fair
So I couldn't care about yute's outside
Lately I've been ghost, and getting my bread up
I nearly forget I can rap
It's 4 a.m. right now, I ain't had no sleep
I'm awake, tryna write me a track
Come, bro should've kicked ball like Foden
But he's OT, serving crack
Never had P, I swear no cap
I'm just tryna move far from the council flats
I'll be living two lifes like Hannah
Bro still stuck in the dusty trap
Couldn't care 'bout the glitz and glamour
I ain't tryna die young like Rodie
So brodie, I might buy me a hammer, huh
You might take my life
So I gotta watch out, when I step in the manner
I nearly forgot I'm a rapper
Lately I've been ghost, and getting my bread up (no, I don't want just anyone)
I nearly forget I can rap
It's 4 a.m. right now, I ain't had no sleep (I'm loving what I see in front of me)
I'm awake, tryna write me a track
(Don't give a fuck, about anyone)
(I know you need, baby, listen to me speak it)
(No, I don't want just anyone)
(I'm loving what I see in front of me)
(Don't give a fuck, about anyone) (listen)
(I know you need, baby, listen to me speak it)
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Joshua Grant-konadu, Charley Mason, Ciara Nicole Simms
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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