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5 A.M.

Logic

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I've seen a lot of shit Yeah Seen a lot of shit I've seen a lot of shit I shouldn't have but never forgot it though Brothers on the corner sellin' crack like it was nada though Walk inside my kitchen bakin' soda all up on the floor Police bangin' on the door while grippin' 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 makin' 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, ho Only thing I talk about is everything that we know I heard you've got a fuckin' 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, capeesh? Homie, word 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 nominatin', 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 droppin' bars It's all love, man, this shit is ours They never thought I'd make it, shootin' 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, woah I heard y'all finally eatin' 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, rappin' for the hell of it I don't give a fuck, my mindstate celibate Run quick, tell a bitch, rap gettin' me hella rich Out the blue like Ella Fitz, my flow is so elegant Death before dishonor, murderin' rappers in front of they mamas 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 Mmm, I'm thinkin' (C Sick) Okay, yeah

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Sir Robert Bryson Hall II, Charles Dumazer

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Submitted on October 7, 2022 by Anonymous

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YS Collection Vol. 1

Record Label

Def Jam Recordings

Release Date

June 25, 2021

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shit down just they like keep think same came from ain't though this seen right bitch game name back homie that never don't i've where bring flow gon' live know 'til it's yeah

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