4am In Atlanta

[Intro]
Can only pretend everything's simple
Uh-uh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah, hey, 4 A.M. in Atlanta, man, what a night to remember
Rolling in the Caddy, we run it like it's a sprinter
Liquor passing by like the bottom of news banners
But ain't no bad news over here, just a good inner
GD selling G's around the corner like they new vendors
Hookah in the air feeling mellow, but i'm still center
Coasting with the winners, Samsonytе running back tracks
Check the track record, no, wе ain't beginners
See the world I wanna roam with my partners back home
'Cause I wanna show my mama that there's more to what we've known
American dream ain't what it seem, but I dream of experiences coming from my saddest vicinity
Underneath all this debris there's light there
The way they looking at me, I'm light years
Ahead of my time, I know I'm nowhere in my prime
I got plenty more to prove so what I do in due time like, uh

[Chorus]
Like that (Like that)
4 A.M. in Atlanta, [?] on the [?]
Wonderin' what more is there if I stay true (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Stay true (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Like that (Like that)
4 A.M. in Atlanta, [?] on the [?]
Wonderin' what I got left to make it through (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It through (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Verse 2]
I know that I ain't perfect, i'm far from it
Phones ringing man I'm missing these calls coming
I don't mean for the ignores, been soul searching for more
On the ground running, reaching for tall summits
My mama said, if it's perfect, it's all fronted
Pop said, everything coming ain't all stunning
Left the weed, had to digress
Might still be getting high for contact
With my niggas, usually most of them all blunted
We used to get high on a daze with us all in the ride
Fishbowling in the whip, ain't no way to disguise
The road's been lost so we reach for the sky
So when we get the whole thing then we all [?]
Yeah we all know just what it is
Too much on my plate to be living just out of fear
Then going and disappear, day dreaming like dreams finally here
Picture all my niggas on the top floor swinging from chandeliers

[Chorus]
Like yeah (Like yeah)
4 A.M. in Atlanta, [?] on the [?]
Wonderin' what more is there if I stay true (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Stay true (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Like that (Like that)
4 A.M. in Atlanta, [?] on the [?]
Wonderin' what I got left to make it through (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It through (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)