Remy Banks - 4:50 AM lyrics

[Intro] Still sipping muddy like it ain't 4:50 in the f**ing morning n***a [Verse 1: DA$H] Don't tell me 'bout your new tape coming cause I hate it already Weed I put it up in the blunt then rolled, the label was deadly I use women, abuse d**, count up the fetti My n***as telling me I made it, pray they never forget me Content with being the same Made a couple points off work, I never scored in a game It never made me a chump, by 9th grade was a pumper Got it bracking by May, had five racks by the Summer My life was a blunder, I blew that sh** in a week Mix signals sending headshots soon as you thinking you sleep My dealers living next door, the reaper right up the street My n***as taking what we make, the price of living ain't cheap The right hand, a Zab jab thrown to knock out his teeth Call the dentist for dentures All these habits I picked up from life, I'm living expensive Leaving n***as intensive, I'm drugged up in intensive n***a came with the static and so we hopped him like fences Motherf**ers know It's Dolla, tell your b**h holla [Verse 2: Domo Genesis] b**h, Mix the Molotov with molly water Burning awful hotter, you feel the flame I swear I'm honest, I been that god 'fore I built my name My hands is clean on my whole regimes from a filthy game And real recognize real, we just do not feel the same That petty sh** ain't pressuring me I let you pussies play yourself Cause nothing less is what you destined to be This rap finessing a profession to me And lord if you really keep it G with your n***as Then save some blessings for me Cause I need it, on this creep course, sweet Getting neck at Coachella inside a Jeep sport You ain't really 'bout it my n***a, this what we bleed for This what we sleep, drink, and eat, boy Yeah this is exactly what you think, boy I never seen it hotter than this Watch me pull up on the scene with all this friction Got the key to ignition Middle finger to the system, what the industry missing The best out, yeah I'm still on the mission Play your position, n***a Doms [Verse 3: Remy Banks] I remember when them cop cars was sky blue Now my sky's blue, we smoking, high as an IQ Or the pedestal your b**h got me on Damn she loving the charm, like Pretty Tony with the golden arm Flowing effortlessly, swerving on beats like I'm in a bimmer Spitting through these Forrest Hill streets I'm on some other sh** now Aiming for cheddar to make my world go round Making noise with this golden sound Catch a n**y up in Japanese fashion magazines, jiggy I been keeping it thorough since the day that you met me Always look him straight in the eye, cause n***as be shifty Puffing chronic 'til my mind lose service, dog, I'm lifted Got the world going wild cause my style's so prolific Me and my dogs so close, we can't admit it I just spit the most vividest lyrics, for these people that Can't comprehend the lifestyle that I'm living