- Logic 5 A.M. 歌詞
- Logic
- [Intro]
Alright
Seen a lot of shit, yeah
Seen a lot of shit
[Verse 1]
Ive seen a lot of shit I shouldnt 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 Ive seen before
Yall see a white boy, but my daddy a negro
Half breed mother****er 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 Im making to the people
So if you hatin on me goddamn, you evil
And just dont understand cause Im 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 aint into fairy tales, Im just me, ho!
Only thing I talk about is everything that we know
I heard you got a ****ing problem, bitch, I bet I beast
Aint no need to reach, I dont 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?
[Chorus]
Let me bring it back down
They think its a game right now (Yeah)
But it aint 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 its a game right now
But it aint thesame right now, know my name right now
Back where I came from now
We gon live it up til we bring it back down
[Verse 2]
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
Dont get it twisted, I aint perfect in the least
Im 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
Its all love, man that shit is ours
They never thought Id make it, shooting for the stars
Yeah, Im a born sinner, but its a Cole world
Shout out my homies that know me, cant forget my old girl
But thats a touchy subject like a priest, whoa
I heard yall 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 dont give a ****, 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 mamas
I rep Artanis, decipherthe word cause its ebonics
Reverse the letters and it spells Sinatra, yes, I gotcha, bitch its Logic
[Chorus]
Let me bring it back down
They think its a game right now ( Yeah)
But it aint 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 its a game right now
But it aint 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
[Ad-Lib : Woman]
Mmmn, Im thinking...
Okay
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