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)