4 AM in Vero

4 in the morning I'm just writing my thoughts Sometimes a nigha be loss It ain't just cause of the sauce Never floss, ain't gotta say it niggas know I'm a boss, You a peasant your is presence is not a present No better time than present As long you got a craft and air to breathe go perfect it Into something that's special F*ck that girl that you texting Or that nigha secretly wanna shoot at yo best friend And she gon let him sis Cuz he got a letterman I been searching for freedom think this dreaming is helping me I've built my confidence cause all God's people believe in me They screaming out feed him beats That's why they gas me up it's like my stomach just stay on E Who you know spitting bars like this that's getting they M.D You probably thought of madd dogg I'm talkin about a degree Niggas ain't fucking with me Who you know hitting em with the hooks and then stopping the bleed Sometimes to others chasing yo dreams may seem maladaptive Cuz you'll outgrow some of things thats keeping em stagnant But you can't make em understand dawg, so don't you move backwards Nah never do that, just sticks to the racks Gotta learn to relax a little They claim that they got yo back If that's really a fact, then they'd know you didn't change yo act my nigga But you know just as well as I Niggas gon lie And hoes just wanna reap yo benefits but ain't gon ride I need a Bonnie by my side, to match my Clyde Someone who'd love me if I lost it all and couldn't provide Someone to expose my truths to nothing to hide No fear of judgement cuz they realize that's just for God I mean the type with telepathy if I'm texting and my shit autocorrect its no stressing Cause she still gets the message I used to be passive aggressive God intervened and said if you want all your blessings It's gon take some more effort I dare a niggaa to test us