4 Am In Dallas by Young OG Lyrics
INTRO (speaking)
Aye, some 4 in the morning type shit
I'm in the city for the night, I love my city
Fuck what they be talking bout' though
Young OG OG OG
VERSE:
Aye, say look we live and learn, I learned to rhyme these words
They learned to flip that work, I learned to sell that verse
Sometimes I wonder if I'm made for this?
They don't want to see Latinos rise I swear they hate that shit
Fuck em, I'ma grind my ass off till' I'm everywhere
Learned to rob and steal like fuck it life was never fair
Plus I'm tired of waiting, young boy running out of time
Everybody looking at me like "when you gone finally shine"?
Damn, I swear I done sacrificed all my time
Dedicated to hustling, I'm hustling for peace of mind
Cus' my minds going crazy just wondering if my time
Will ever come plus I'm running from something that's so divine, uhh
And fuck yo' top 5
I can murder all
If I didn't think that I wouldn't rap, plus these rappers soft
And for that limelight them boys get randy mossed'
Toss these hoes I'll never fall in love young boy a boss
Back in the day I only wished to be rich
I gave a damn about the world I just wanted that brick
So I can flip it for some money, boy I'd kill for that shit
Until I came across a man who told me millions ain't shit
I grasped his words and held them tight then I secluded my self
Like only God was on my side and I ain't need no one else
Then this rap shit started poppin' and it got to my head
Cus' I had no other option either this, or no bread
Plus they would tell me that id make it, and they told me I wrecked
Suddenly everyone's my friend, I had a price on my head
Forgetting all the words he said, I hope he took no offense
Cus' in this game you're just a trend and I just wanted that Benz
I just wanted to be great, but if you want to survive
You must give them what they want before you speak what's inside
And I don't know if I can do it Lord, cus' just to win I gotta sin
And I don't know if it's all worth it in the end
Aye, I used to want to rap like nas change the world like PAC
I used to hit the block, break the law and scream fuck the cops
My mind lost, my ways of thinking were ignorant
Like fuck a friend my only friends were the instruments
No role models just broken bottles and dreams
Addicted to getting money, numbing my pain to sleep
Like what the fuck is a drug, when you live like a fiend
You can do it for love, I do this shit for the cream
Cus' love never paid my bills
I bow my head turn to God hope he wipes my tears
I had some homies that could never see the bigger picture
Now they're doing centuries tryna get a picture
Of their kids while their wife's getting tossed around
I fell off with OGs to make momma proud
Cus' when you really lived that life, man it's fuck an image
And the homies in your krib be the ones who snitchen
But I'll always be a G and live by the code
And it be the fake ones who doing the most
Momma cried momma prayed that this shit will change
I seen a rope around her neck tears on her face
I didn't know which route to go, all I had was my fans
I thought they'd really ride for me when it hit the fan
Cus' I gave them my all, treated them like my family
But to them I was just another migo rappin'
You gone have to sell your soul to sell out a show
You gone have to sign a deal if you want to blow
Cus' it seems like your kind never makes it out
I feel like quitten damn, fuck it make my haters proud, yea ...
OUTRO
(MUMBLING SPEAKING TO HIMSELF)
Aye, some 4 in the morning type shit
I'm in the city for the night, I love my city
Fuck what they be talking bout' though
Young OG OG OG
VERSE:
Aye, say look we live and learn, I learned to rhyme these words
They learned to flip that work, I learned to sell that verse
Sometimes I wonder if I'm made for this?
They don't want to see Latinos rise I swear they hate that shit
Fuck em, I'ma grind my ass off till' I'm everywhere
Learned to rob and steal like fuck it life was never fair
Plus I'm tired of waiting, young boy running out of time
Everybody looking at me like "when you gone finally shine"?
Damn, I swear I done sacrificed all my time
Dedicated to hustling, I'm hustling for peace of mind
Cus' my minds going crazy just wondering if my time
Will ever come plus I'm running from something that's so divine, uhh
And fuck yo' top 5
I can murder all
If I didn't think that I wouldn't rap, plus these rappers soft
And for that limelight them boys get randy mossed'
Toss these hoes I'll never fall in love young boy a boss
Back in the day I only wished to be rich
I gave a damn about the world I just wanted that brick
So I can flip it for some money, boy I'd kill for that shit
Until I came across a man who told me millions ain't shit
I grasped his words and held them tight then I secluded my self
Like only God was on my side and I ain't need no one else
Then this rap shit started poppin' and it got to my head
Cus' I had no other option either this, or no bread
Plus they would tell me that id make it, and they told me I wrecked
Suddenly everyone's my friend, I had a price on my head
Forgetting all the words he said, I hope he took no offense
Cus' in this game you're just a trend and I just wanted that Benz
I just wanted to be great, but if you want to survive
You must give them what they want before you speak what's inside
And I don't know if I can do it Lord, cus' just to win I gotta sin
And I don't know if it's all worth it in the end
Aye, I used to want to rap like nas change the world like PAC
I used to hit the block, break the law and scream fuck the cops
My mind lost, my ways of thinking were ignorant
Like fuck a friend my only friends were the instruments
No role models just broken bottles and dreams
Addicted to getting money, numbing my pain to sleep
Like what the fuck is a drug, when you live like a fiend
You can do it for love, I do this shit for the cream
Cus' love never paid my bills
I bow my head turn to God hope he wipes my tears
I had some homies that could never see the bigger picture
Now they're doing centuries tryna get a picture
Of their kids while their wife's getting tossed around
I fell off with OGs to make momma proud
Cus' when you really lived that life, man it's fuck an image
And the homies in your krib be the ones who snitchen
But I'll always be a G and live by the code
And it be the fake ones who doing the most
Momma cried momma prayed that this shit will change
I seen a rope around her neck tears on her face
I didn't know which route to go, all I had was my fans
I thought they'd really ride for me when it hit the fan
Cus' I gave them my all, treated them like my family
But to them I was just another migo rappin'
You gone have to sell your soul to sell out a show
You gone have to sign a deal if you want to blow
Cus' it seems like your kind never makes it out
I feel like quitten damn, fuck it make my haters proud, yea ...
OUTRO
(MUMBLING SPEAKING TO HIMSELF)