4:14 AM - Mickey Factz

Thank you achievers

I had 4.14 in my bank account

I had 4.14 in my bank account

Now you see why I ain’t wanna rap with artists

Buy colors when it ain’t nothing to paint about

So I got on my knees this is what I pray about

Lord God my dreams

My dreams x 9

Son wake up

Son wake up

This is your father talking

Your job is not done

Wake up

Do what you are called to

You are the descendent of king

My pops woke me up and told me I’m the illest out

It’s crazy cause these are dreams I’m spitting out

4:14 in the morning, pouring my spirit out

Last year those three numbers was in the kid account

This year I’m getting that cheese

Looking for Swiss accounts

Next year, I want so many keys

It’s hard for Swizz to count

Saw a bum from the box he was living out

So I gave him 425

Cause I was almost a guy

Who couldn’t afford to be fly

When I was in the drought

Ten minutes later that same bum had a Guinness Stout

Wasn’t even mad, he took the liquor route

Cause I did the same thing

Just to get the feelings out

Do this for the people with goals writing these lyrics out

Cause I know how it’s like to be broke and people kick you out

Then they want to rewrite the story

And say without them how you wouldn’t have got the glory

Think I lose my number for real

Don’t try to call me

Answer machine after seven rings I’m Robert Horry

Shout-out to Key Wane for the record I redecorated

Shout-out to Zeno for the video it was elevated

Shout-out to MTV for showing it that was record breaking

Cried in Chicago, reciting it

I was devastated

Cause I didn’t think I’d ever make it

I got back on my feet

Done levitated (wooo!)

Y’all don’t know how it’s like to be semi-famous

Hungry with no money and too proud to ever say it

It wasn’t for my achievers

There probably wouldn’t be no music out of your speakers

I thank god everyday for all of my believers

They say I do more for their thinking than any teachers

And for those who think this tape is about sneakers

It’s not, but I run these MCs in my Adidas

A four-fourteen had me going through a crash course

Now they don’t giving the people just what they ask for

Sixteen corners was enough to give me transports

Now my kicks cost the decimal after the last four (do the math!)

That’s a clue in a tax

Brush you with the paper

Y’all know it was facts

Your destiny awaits you

Embrace it