5AM

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

I rep Artanis

Decipher the word cause it's ebonics

Reverse the letters and it spells Sinatra

Yes, I gotcha bitch it's Logic