5 A.M.

Alright
 Seen a lot of shit, yeah
 Seen a lot of shit
 I seen a lot of shit I shouldn't have but never forgot it though
 Brothers on the corner selling crack like it was nada though
 Walk inside my kitchen baking soda all up on the floor
 Police banging on the door while gripping a .44
 I was just a youngin' but this type of shit I've seen before
 Y'all see a white boy, but my daddy a negro
 Half breed motherfucker grip the mic and he flow
 I just wanna spread love, they want me to bleed slow
 I just wanna keep the peace and help people
 Give some of this money that I'm making to the people
 So if you hatin' on me, goddamn, you evil
 And just don't understand 'cause I'm flyer than Knievel
 Been through a lot of shit but I keep it on the D-Lo
 Never bustin' in 'em streets but I keep it G though
 I ain't into fairy tales, I'm just me, hoe!
 Only thing I talk about is everything that we know
 I heard you got a fucking problem, bitch, I bet I beast
 Ain't no need to reach, I don't need a piece
 I just kill 'em with kindness, yeah, we leave 'em deceased
 And tell it like it is so now you got it, capiche? Homie, what up?
 Let me bring it back down
 They think it's a game right now (yeah)
 But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now (yeah)
 Back where I came from now
 We gon' live it up 'til we bring it back down
 They think it's a game right now
 But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now
 Back where I came from now
 We gon' live it up 'til we bring it back down
 I hope you live a long life hatin'
 Now watch every Grammy just to see who they nominating, uh
 So successful they probably say I signed with Satan
 But I got God on my side, always down to ride
 Don't get it twisted, I ain't perfect in the least
 I'm still all up in your girl jeans like a crease
 Matter fact like a geneticist
 These rappers' records comin' out, they so repetitive
 Shout out my homie Chance, peace to Skizzy Mars
 RattPack, homie Castro, we dropping bars
 It's all love, man, that shit is ours
 They never thought I'd make it, shooting for the stars
 Yeah, I'm a born sinner, but it's a Cole world
 Shout out my homies that know me, can't forget my old girl
 But that's a touchy subject like a priest, whoa
 I heard y'all finally eating over there, we got a feast, though
 Keep it RattPack 'til the beat go
 You might not get the flow now, let it seep though
 Fans know my lyrics deeper than the sea floor
 But we dumb it down so they spin it on the radio
 Racism all up in 'em, that shit is irrelevant
 My flow is colorblind, rapping for the hell of it
 I don't give a fuck, my mind-state celibate
 Run quick, tell a bitch, rap getting me hella rich
 Out the blue like Ella Fitz, my flow is so elegant
 Death before dishonor, murderin' rappers in front of they mama's
 I rep Artanis, decipher the word 'cause it's ebonics
 Reverse the letters and it spells Sinatra, yes, I gotcha, bitch it's Logic
 Let me bring it back down
 They think it's a game right now (yeah)
 But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now (yeah)
 Back where I came from now
 We gon' live it up 'til we bring it back down
 They think it's a game right now
 But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now
 Back where I came from now
 We gon' live it up 'til we bring it back down
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 Mmm, I'm thinking...
 Okay (yeah)