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4pm Video (MV)




Performed By: Rick Nausch
Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Nicholas Rausch




Rick Nausch - 4pm Lyrics




Yeah
F*ck with them

No we don't front for shit
Up on some other shit
Switching up on ya trick
I got a bag of tricks
I got a bag of this
Homies all mad at this
Thought I was bad at this
Know that I had to flip
Now they all mad at Nick
Now they all act like
I should be sharing shit
It's so embarrassing
Say nobody care for this
But tell me who carried this

I let it get to me
I gotta change it all quick
Switching the recipe
I gotta play the part (Nah)
Did it without the help
I didn't need the handout
Pretty ambitious though
I got a dream to cash out

I need a couple of things
I got my head in the clouds
Trying to interpret a dream
I don't know what it's about

Homie don't know what he needs
He don't remember his sound
He don't remember it now
Still trying to figure it out
Still trying to figure it out

Lately I roll with the shades on
Don't see me rolling with you
Remember just smoking through high school
Don't do what I used to do
Daily been working for so long
Youngin' with something to prove
Already know what I told 'em
I made a couple of moves
Now I got something to show for it
They catching on that it's real
They get nothing 'cuz they didn't feel me
Maybe I'm stuck in my feelings
Maybe it's not what I wanted
Maybe it's just what I thought it would be
Lately I been having problems with me
Maybe it's all in my head

Put my soul into this music
Finna sell it for pennies though
The jealousy getting old
I tell 'em I get it though
A homie come with paranoid
Delusions of grandeur
Food for the family
Ain't return with fruit from the branches
That's a cliche
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Yeah
F*ck with them

No we don't front for shit
Up on some other shit
Switching up on ya trick
I got a bag of tricks
I got a bag of this
Homies all mad at this
Thought I was bad at this
Know that I had to flip
Now they all mad at Nick
Now they all act like
I should be sharing shit
It's so embarrassing
Say nobody care for this
But tell me who carried this

I let it get to me
I gotta change it all quick
Switching the recipe
I gotta play the part (Nah)
Did it without the help
I didn't need the handout
Pretty ambitious though
I got a dream to cash out

I need a couple of things
I got my head in the clouds
Trying to interpret a dream
I don't know what it's about

Homie don't know what he needs
He don't remember his sound
He don't remember it now
Still trying to figure it out
Still trying to figure it out

Lately I roll with the shades on
Don't see me rolling with you
Remember just smoking through high school
Don't do what I used to do
Daily been working for so long
Youngin' with something to prove
Already know what I told 'em
I made a couple of moves
Now I got something to show for it
They catching on that it's real
They get nothing 'cuz they didn't feel me
Maybe I'm stuck in my feelings
Maybe it's not what I wanted
Maybe it's just what I thought it would be
Lately I been having problems with me
Maybe it's all in my head

Put my soul into this music
Finna sell it for pennies though
The jealousy getting old
I tell 'em I get it though
A homie come with paranoid
Delusions of grandeur
Food for the family
Ain't return with fruit from the branches
That's a cliche
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Writer: Nicholas Rausch
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