4AM AT CONTI Lyrics

I had the shed the shell

Stir the build n hit the rails

I just took a baby ostrich, turned it to a pelle pelle

Only opp I ever had was frail

This shit ain't really real

Used to play the trenches

Now my mud spill in the citadel

You cannot b D4L

Cause u b soft, like splinter cell

Before you walk or run like bean

You gotta love your inner self

I let my cup runneth over

100 dollar sodas

I'm just tryna hit my quota

And keep them hoes from rushin over

Korean leather sofa

Between the cushion, probably coca

I'm the best shit for the culture

Since nickel bags n Motorolas

Keep the one nine holstered

Cross the street look over shoulders

All the hate gone catch up at some point

You gotta keep your focus

I mean it's not for nothing

You see how I be out in public

I was in Milwaukee

Had the love of his life toe touchin

These hoes not shit

Head down to the profit

I'm non stop with the plot

Till my heart start with the poppin

No options

Hunched over the faucet

No oxys

Tryna make it through the mornin

Passed the vomit