Young OG - 4 Am In Dallas lyrics

INTRO (speaking) Aye, some 4 in the morning type sh** I'm in the city for the night, I love my city f** 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 sh** f** em, I'ma grind my a** off till' I'm everywhere Learned to rob and steal like f** 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 f** 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 k** for that sh** Until I came across a man who told me millions ain't sh** 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 sh** 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 f** the cops My mind lost, my ways of thinking were ignorant Like f** 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 f** is a drug, when you live like a fiend You can do it for love, I do this sh** 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 f** 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 sh** 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, f** it make my haters proud, yea ... OUTRO (MUMBLING SPEAKING TO HIMSELF)