Cordae — 3 A.M. Thoughts / 4 A.M. Concerns

Part I: 3 A.M. Thoughts [Verse 1] I saw myself in the mirror and I was just wasn't proud You been ignoring the open window that come around I mean let's say we begin and being lazy's a sin You rather get crazy with friends til you staging your end And with all the time lost you degrading your pen And now you living check to check, gotta save for the rent No one to blame but yourself, could have the fame and your wealth But niggas rather spend it all on chains and a belt I mean I never understood but each is it own I'm reminded of my faults when I'm deep in the zone And you always gotta peep who you keep in your home It ain't no fooling me twice, no repeating my wrongs Because I learn, I learn all from my mistakes I try to get it, I get in in different kind of ways We come from crooked fathers, ancestors, Brooklyn Dodgers Generated to gangsters, ballers, to crooks and mobsters My generations be Christians, they tell 'em look for Harvard So I run the game for saint but Reggie Bush the starter I'm 'bout to wild today and cheer like it's 2008 Back when "My president is black" was something proud to say 'cause shit I haven't seen change and Uzi drive a green Range And life is draining everybody's hope, it's such a mean game It' slapped me in the face, I got a taste at just as teenage Think about my past, I chose my path, I go complete rage I feel just like a author, got a story to tell Where you choose two paths, either glory or hell I mean we all got a road to follow, perform shows Apollo And just blow colossal, believe me I know Some listening thinking "Damn, this far fetched" But I'll be shooting for the moon and hit the stars next 'Cause all we could is ride, all we do is ride, we got to When you down to your fucking last, who can stop you? 'Cause nigga I know, nigga I know how to get it Nigga I know Part II: 4 A.M. Concerns [Sample] If you deal with war, backwards stay far We're dealing with truths and rights Come some more into my sight (You no hear me yet?) (Hear me live and direct) (Walk with your tap) [Intro] You can let it go You can let it go No, no, no, no [Verse 1] Uh, rhyming just for the sake of rhyming Making deals with bills, I gotta face the timing But I'm ill with skills, a nigga patient minded The beat killed and drilled, I gotta face the violence It's flu season, these niggas hating for two reasons Other rappers is salty, a nigga too seasoned Other average and faulty, I'm a just a cool deacon I'm too great with a new tape, like dude wait I'm like Biggie, I'm hopping to never lose faith And Mike Bibby the mind, I gotta shoot straight And most likely supreme leader, a new age Niggas shooting machine heaters and tools blaze The game full of the fiends, divas and blue haze Niggas listen to music like "Damn, this dude's great" A small mixture of dark liquor and Lupe A tall nigga, it's all scripture what you say And all year I been killing the classics Making the Good music and appealing to masses Man they feeling this bastard, the realest of rappers Surrounded by the goats, never chilling with average [Chorus] 'Cause I remember days when I didn't have the worries I remember days me and Parris had 'em nervous I remember days when we would kill it purpose And now they gonna pay me service, it's worth it I remember days when we was choppin' at the function I remember days when we didn't have nothin' All them late night on the grind count for somethin' So fuck all the stupid assumption they wantin' [Verse 2] I see through all moves, John Wall and Brad Beal I'm mad real, let's get it poppin' like Advil But when you're seeing your people dying it's a sad feel Enjoy life, you never know when's your last meal It's so trife and crazy just how a blast kill So please stop the judging me of my past still 'Cause soon all a nigga rocking is pastel The best coming from DMV since Fat Trel Niggas quitting and snitching, they grow a rat's tail Like dude broke how the hell you make a fast bail Putting out garbage albums for a fast sell Don't needs that, the game faded like cheap tats I preach facts, I piss music and bleed rap So fuck no I don't need negative feedback 'Cause honestly I been dope since the eight grade So make way 'cause a nigga on a mayday [Chorus] I remember days when we was choppin' at the function I remember days when we didn't have nothin' All them late night on the grind count for somethin' So fuck all the stupid assumption they wantin' I remember days when I didn't have the worries I remember days me and Parris had 'em nervous I remember days when we would kill it purpose And now they gonna pay me service, it's worth it