| Song | 4:30am |
| Artist | Kevin Gates |
| Album | 4:30 AM |
| (phone rings) | |
| What the fuck! | |
| Hello?! | |
| What up nig? | |
| What up nigga? | |
| Shit, chillin'. | |
| Shit I said, I’m just cooling brah, I’m jus cooling | |
| But look, I’m bout to get it in right fast out to get it in right fast, | |
| Nigga I love you. | |
| Lemme do this I'mma call you later | |
| Alright Nigga. | |
| Alright I love you boy | |
| Love you too nigga. | |
| Gladiators on deck | |
| Drug users don’t drink sprite | |
| And when I do it’s not pink sprite, alot on lean, it’s purple | |
| Trust issues, dont trust really | |
| No two point conversion | |
| Won't run it after i touch down | |
| My punter kicking its defense | |
| Where were you when I was slumped over | |
| Gums hurting from a old bullet, in front of the toilet hunched over | |
| Puking all of my insides, stab wounds from a old friend | |
| Well at that time we were close friends, they said I killed him in cold blood | |
| We wrestled for the gun but the gun went off | |
| He up’d the pistol looked him dead in his eyes | |
| I’ve been ready to die so nigga do it | |
| Gates ride, I really do it | |
| I’m serious too nigga, really do it | |
| Turned his head, closed his eyes, aimed the tool, started shooting, I didn’t die, my life a movie | |
| 4: 30 am never say win, it’s five in the morning and your children are some where on the corner | |
| Six a.m water boiling think I'm addicted to the strong aroma | |
| Erin really my best friend and I was loving her best friend | |
| You know bright brittany | |
| With the long hair | |
| You know (?) lil sista | |
| She stole a jag to come an get me | |
| I was buying dope | |
| In and out the system | |
| Brandy fucking my nigga Ray | |
| At the same time | |
| He fuckin cold sweatin | |
| He the track coach | |
| And a asshole | |
| Know that didn't have shit to do with this | |
| I was just stating the facts though | |
| Jessica round me, talking sexually bout me | |
| She bend over in front me, from the back while I'm pounding | |
| Now it's over | |
| Bitch get up and get out | |
| I mostly likely forgot to mention but we was in my trap house | |
| Just brainstorming, in the game for me | |
| These thoughts and the ideas | |
| No regrets for the shit I did | |
| That also mean for the niggas i killed | |
| 4: 30 am never say win, | |
| It’s five in the morning and your children are some where on the corner | |
| Six a.m water boiling think I'm addicted to the strong aroma |
| phone rings | |
| What the fuck! | |
| Hello?! | |
| What up nig? | |
| What up nigga? | |
| Shit, chillin'. | |
| Shit I said, I' m just cooling brah, I' m jus cooling | |
| But look, I' m bout to get it in right fast out to get it in right fast, | |
| Nigga I love you. | |
| Lemme do this I' mma call you later | |
| Alright Nigga. | |
| Alright I love you boy | |
| Love you too nigga. | |
| Gladiators on deck | |
| Drug users don' t drink sprite | |
| And when I do it' s not pink sprite, alot on lean, it' s purple | |
| Trust issues, dont trust really | |
| No two point conversion | |
| Won' t run it after i touch down | |
| My punter kicking its defense | |
| Where were you when I was slumped over | |
| Gums hurting from a old bullet, in front of the toilet hunched over | |
| Puking all of my insides, stab wounds from a old friend | |
| Well at that time we were close friends, they said I killed him in cold blood | |
| We wrestled for the gun but the gun went off | |
| He up' d the pistol looked him dead in his eyes | |
| I' ve been ready to die so nigga do it | |
| Gates ride, I really do it | |
| I' m serious too nigga, really do it | |
| Turned his head, closed his eyes, aimed the tool, started shooting, I didn' t die, my life a movie | |
| 4: 30 am never say win, it' s five in the morning and your children are some where on the corner | |
| Six a. m water boiling think I' m addicted to the strong aroma | |
| Erin really my best friend and I was loving her best friend | |
| You know bright brittany | |
| With the long hair | |
| You know ? lil sista | |
| She stole a jag to come an get me | |
| I was buying dope | |
| In and out the system | |
| Brandy fucking my nigga Ray | |
| At the same time | |
| He fuckin cold sweatin | |
| He the track coach | |
| And a asshole | |
| Know that didn' t have shit to do with this | |
| I was just stating the facts though | |
| Jessica round me, talking sexually bout me | |
| She bend over in front me, from the back while I' m pounding | |
| Now it' s over | |
| Bitch get up and get out | |
| I mostly likely forgot to mention but we was in my trap house | |
| Just brainstorming, in the game for me | |
| These thoughts and the ideas | |
| No regrets for the shit I did | |
| That also mean for the niggas i killed | |
| 4: 30 am never say win, | |
| It' s five in the morning and your children are some where on the corner | |
| Six a. m water boiling think I' m addicted to the strong aroma |