Yeah, yeahh ta ta ta ta ta
What time is it?
Gut damn, mama probably trippin'
Shit
Yo, age 18 I wanted to go to school and become a philosopher
But I realized my parents already taught me that
Now they separated and I barely even talk to dad
I remember 9th grade, a little nigga had a tortured heart
That's what happens when the man that done taught you art
Turns into a ghost and I talking poltergeist
Ain't had no role models
Not even them older guys at high school
Moms was taking care of all the funds
I was a cool fool
Cutting class, flunking math and rolling blunts
And when she found out she said
"Young man you're more than that
Baby you a star, get up your ass
Carry your candle, go and shine
And nothing on this earth should ever hold you back"
There-four-twenty in the A.M, I rose for her
Wrote a song for her, hope this ship gone sail
So I can get a Rolls royce for her
Buy a rose for her while she can smell it
If the asthma don't allow her, swear I'ma buy a nose for her
Scribbled this rubbish just to tell you how much I love you
Apart from him beyond the skies
There's nothing that I'd put above you
4:20 in the A.M rapping to this ahem
Excuse me, mama I'm just tryna make 10 "M"
4:20 in the A.M trippin off this ahem
Excuse me, mama I'm just tryna make 10 "M"
I know I'm making noise
I know I'm making noise
But excuse me, I'm just tryna make 10 "M"
4:20 in the A.M trippin off this ahem
Excuse me, mama I'm just tryna make 10 "M"
Yo, 4 days ago I got a call from my pops
Cause he ain't got my email address
He asked me how I'm doing
Told the nigga I am blessed
I really miss the dude, I must confess
Nevertheless I focus on being the best at what I do
Hence I finesse every instrumental I get from the Ky or the Chase
So what's next?
Nothing less than success, yes
When duty calls, ain't got no time for no booty calls
This is dedicated to the person that I do it for
Mama