4am to 8am - G Herbo

I’m living proof that you could do it to

By the time I turned 22 I had an m or few

Get it had a m or few ain’t say an m or two

Spread wealth with your nigga why you think it’s him or you?

Why you think it’s not enough out here for him to get it too?

It’s bad enough we limit us, we all criminals

And I woulda said they but this shit mental dude

The system been designed for self don’t let it get to you

I’m talking self destructive traps for individuals

But I’ma dumb it down, I’ma humble down, I’ma mumble now

I been in the ring with Satan, had to rumble hours

I guess I had to go through pain to make another album

My mind think about so much shit I be smokin ounces

I need inspiration in the matrix hella hours

I love the studio been in there for 11 hours

It’s 4am today this going on my 7th hour

Herbo where you see yourself in ten years?

it’s hard as shit

Everyday I’m getting sharper, I been smart as shit

And for some reason I feel like this still my hardest shit

Never seen a gangster like this gotta pardon it

Hoppin out a foreign violate parking it

Used to be a tourist broad day sparking it

It ain’t shit for me to rap about my life cuz I’m an artist

I get personal and burn this bitch down like an arsonist

Shine bright cuz I survived a lot of darknesses

When I walk I shake the ground like parkinsons

Since 14 on my back it been a target

It just make me go harder cuz I’m knowing why you started this shit

You just want to be apart of this shit

I shoulda left the streets sooner, I got smart at this shit

Played your cards wrong your disloyalty I spotted it

Coulda had smoke with whoever, ain’t matter I got in it

Now they change the weather, through the rain whatever

Supposed to stay forever, we coulda changed together

Got that butterfly effect it’s like I changed for the better

I ain’t got no friends in here nigga I came for the chedda

I came with Berettas, Glocs etcetera

And we’ll pop the messenger, he’ll try and stop from telling us

I rose from the cellar, in the bank more than regular

Still got some killers with me that’ll rob the register

Mansions, marble floors, penthouses everywhere

Been inside the dealership a few but you ain’t never there

Man I worked my ass off for this shit I’m tellin ya

Granny house was rats on the rug like Angelica

How the fuck you jealous?

why the fuck you yellin?

You ain’t up no millions?

why the fuck you chillin?

And you ain’t securing em?

why the fuck you trippin?

You ain’t got security?

how the fuck you living?

How the fuck you think I did it?

by my lonely don’t forget it

Gwop said leave the stu it’s 8am but I just woke up finished

Everytime they told me that I couldn’t that just woke a menace

Blessed I got a million dollar mouth but I don’t know a dentist