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Black Cobain feat. Wale - 4am

“destinies fullfilled off the feeling from the pillow talkin,

how you killin my highs, I help you build the coffin,

I got virgin lungs, please excuse the coughin,

think im bout to blow, they call me George from Boston

respect is never given so I confiscate it,

get acquainted with mine, I get’em acclimated

cherry red dice, 

im a gambling man,

im never thinking twice,

had to escape the life,

this aint for ordinary people, 

dont compare me to rappers im trying to be like the Beatles,

get me some show money, niggas is gased up,

tell’em to keep it runnin, im keepin the grass cut,

no snakes,

loyalty,

hatin niggas dont get no pussy, so its more for me,

she invited me in her mouth, you know its cordially,

we throwing racks, she said dont torture me,

all my niggas is winning, shout out to Charlie Sheen,

im spittin bars the metronome’s a money machine, (a money machine)

ofcourse im tryna be the king, that was part of my dream,

and Wale told me “fuck ya’ll”

so we fuck ya’ll,

we dont love ya’ll,

loud P.O.T.

above ya’ll 

patron at 4am, fuck’s the last call,

…and we aint heard of that, and we aint heard of ya’ll…”

-Black Cobain

 NOTE: Dude killed this verse. 

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