Devin Miles - 4:12 AM lyrics

rate me

My momma told me anything is possible with faith, right?

Just believe that you got wings and you might take flight

My favorite color’s red, but I ain't too fond of break lights

Got my foot on the fucking gas, do you see how they loving that?

When it comes to rap, this slick is a word roll out of my tongue

Got enough on my plate to go around but ain’t offering you none

Independent, fuck what you've heard, but them offers gonna come

Heard y’all been searching for some peace of mind, let me offer you some

Tryna compete against my shine is as hard as it comes

It’s sorta like how pop flies get lost in the sun

Your little moves get lost in the shine of the product, that pun

It’s that top notch, that blue magic, got all of them numb

Been giving blessings over these rackets, been hard from the dump

Kush has been all in my lungs and pimping been all in my blood

Heart throb Miles, women been falling in love

Jug at 19, even the mighty have fallen to us

I’m calling a bluff of any nigga who want it with us

Said I don’t need to rap, my nigga scholar would gobble you up

I held a meeting with my squad, made a promise to us

That absence of any double, I promised to stunt

Funny seeing bitches who had hate transform into lust

We creating new trends, they conforming to us

And still if little niggas want beef I George Foreman it up

I got the baddest bitch here and the fact that she’s foreign’s a plus

Now let all of that settle, y’all always doing your thing, my bad, I didn’t mean to meddle

You tryna reach my point but remember, homie, there’s levels

Been cooking these bees and staking these chips, verses like kettles

They taunt me for this and that but I thrived off being hackled

Look at me now, fuck niggas look at me and ain’t gotta look back and smile

Shit, I figure for a project so I have ‘em tapping out

I drop this forte, watch ‘em submit and I kick back in style

Fuck words, they only mean something if you act them out

Shit, it’s late, I should be passing out

Fuck, if the time’s fitting, got these thoughts I need to rap ‘em out

All these thoughts got me rapping about everything I done been through

Every part of my life, put it all on the instrumental

Every part of my come up and everybody I’m kin to

Every girl that I loved and everyone that I dismissed, too

Every trust that I cherished and everyone that I misused

Had personal shit to sift through, had childish tendencies

It’s pretty safe to say this kid grew

Yeah, tension where my pop tryna cut through that like against you

But between two stubborn niggas it’s hard to meet in the middle

Is it hard for me? Just a little

But momma said just keep a little faith and you can get through

I know y’all hope my buzz stop, y’all praying that’ll fizzle

But you ain’t realizing, son, hot and remaining on sizzle

These are thoughts I had to rap out loud

Shit, it’s late, I should be passing out

Fuck, if the time’s fitting, these thoughts I need to rap ‘em out

My thoughts, I had to, yeah, yeah