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Artiste : Kevin Gates
Titre : 4:30 AM
(phone rings)
KG: What the fuck! Hello?
VOICE: What up nig?
KG: What up nigga?

V: Shit, chillin´
KG: Shit, I say
V: What you getting into?
KG: I´m just cooling bruh, I´m just cooling. But look, I´m bout to get it in right fast, nigga I love you, let me do this I´mma call you later
V: Alright nigga
KG: Alright love you boy
V: Love you too nigga
KG: Alright. Keep all that!

Gladiators on deck, drug user, don´t drink Sprite
And when I do, it ain´t pink Sprite, a lot of lean, it´s purple
Trust issue, don´t trust really, no two point conversion
Won´t run it after I touch down, my punter kicking, it´s defense

(What you get into this weekend?)
Where was you when I was slumped over?
Gums hurting from a old bullet
In front the toilet while hunched over
Puking all of my insides, stab wounds from a old friend
Well at that time we were close friends
They say I killed him in cold blood
We wrestled for the gun but the gun went off
He up´d the pistol, looked him dead in his eyes
I been ready to die so nigga, do it
"Gates lying," I´ll really do it
I´m serious too, nigga, really do it
Turned his head, closed his eyes
Aimed the tool, started shooting
I didn´t die, my life a movie

4:30 AM, never say when, it´s five in the morning

And your children are somewhere on the corner
6:00 AM water boiling
Think I´m addicted to the strong aroma

When I was touching McKinley, Erin really my best friend
And I was loving her best friend, bright Brittany with the long hair
You know Flavar Lloyde lil´ sister
She stole a Jag for to come and get me
I was buying dope, in and out the system
Brandy fucking my nigga Ray
At the same time, fuckin´ Coach Whitney
He the track coach, and a asshole
Know that didn´t have shit to do with this
I was just stating the facts though
Jessica round me, talking sexual bout me

She bend over in front me from the back while I´m pounding
Now it´s over, bitch get up and get out
I mostly likely forgot to mention, but we was in my trap house
Just brainstorming, in the game forming these thoughts into ideas
No regrets for the shit I did; that also mean for the niggas I killed!

4:30 am, never say when, it´s five in the morning
And your children are somewhere on the corner
6:00 a.m, water boiling
Think I´m addicted to the strong aroma