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5AM Logic I've seen a lot of shit I shouldn't have but never forgot it though Brothers on the corners 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 put 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 in a fairy tale, I'm just me, ho! Only thing I talk about is everything that we know I heard you've 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 and now you got it capish shorty waddup ! Let me bring it back down You 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're gon' live it up Till we bring it back down I hope you live a long life hatin' And watch every Grammy just to see who they nominating, uh So successful they'll 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 a shooting from 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 eating over there, we got a feast, though Keep it Rattpack, till 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 stays 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 Murder all rappers in front of they momma's

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5AM

Logic

I've seen a lot of shit I shouldn't have but never forgot it thoughBrothers on the corners selling crack like it was nada thoughWalk inside my kitchen baking soda all up on the floorPolice banging on the doorWhile gripping a .44I was just a youngin' but this type of shit I've seen beforeY'all see a white boy, but my daddy a negroHalf breed motherfucker put the mic and he flowI just wanna spread love, they want me to bleed slowI just wanna keep the peace, and help peopleGive some of this money that I'm making to the peopleSo if you hatin' on me goddamn you evilAnd just don't understand cause I'm flyer than KnievelBeen through a lot of shit, but I keep it on the D-LoNever bustin' in'em streets but I keep it G thoughI ain't in a fairy tale, I'm just me, ho!Only thing I talk about is everything that we knowI heard you've got a fucking problem bitch I bet I beast

Ain't no need to reach, I don't need a pieceI just kill'em with kindness, yeah we leave ‘em deceasedAnd tell it like it is and now you got it capish shorty waddup !

Let me bring it back downYou 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 nowWe're gon' live it upTill we bring it back down

I hope you live a long life hatin'And watch every Grammy just to see who they nominating, uhSo successful they'll probably say I signed with SatanBut I got God on my side, always down to ride

Don't get it twisted, I ain't perfect in the leastI'm still all up in your girl jeans like a creaseMatter fact like a geneticistThese rappers' records comin' out they so repetitiveShout out my homie Chance, peace to Skizzy MarsRattpack, homie Castro, we dropping barsIt's all love, man that shit is oursThey never thought I'd make a shooting from the starsYeah, I'm a born sinner, but it's a Cole worldShout out my homies that know me, can't forget my old girlBut that's a touchy subject like a priest, woahI heard y'all finally eating over there, we got a feast, thoughKeep it Rattpack, till the beat goYou might not get the flow now, let it seep thoughFans know my lyrics deeper than the sea floorBut we dumb it down so they spin it on the radioRacism all up in 'em, that shit is irrelevantMy flow is colorblind, rapping for the hell of itI don't give a fuck, my mind stays celibateRun quick, tell a bitch, rap getting me hella richOut the blue like Ella FitzMy flow is so elegantDeath before dishonorMurder all rappers in front of they momma's

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I rep ArtanisDecipher the word cause it's ebonicsReverse the letters and it spells SinatraYes, I gotcha bitch it's Logic

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