Chords for Logic- 5am (Lyrics On Screen) (Prod by C-Sick) [CDQ]

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_ _ _ I seen a lot of shit I shouldn't have, but never forgot it though
Brothers on the corner selling crack like it was not a though
Walk inside my kitchen baking soda all up on the floor
[Dm] Police banging on the door, while gripping the [F] 44
I was just a youngin, but this type of shit I seen before
Y'all see a white boy, but my daddy a negro Half-breed motherfucker, put the mic in heat
flow I just wanna spread love, don't 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 hating on me, god damn 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 deep low Never bussing in them streets, but I keep
it G though I ain't in the fairy tales, I'm just me,
ho Only thing I talk about is everything that
we know I heard you got a fucking problem, bitch
I bet I beast Ain't [D] no need of reach, [F] I don't need a piece
I just kill them with kindness, yeah we leave them deceased
And tell it like it is, so now you gotta compete
Show me what else
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, till 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, till we bring it back down
I hope you live a long life, Peyton And watch every Grammy just to see who they
nominating So successful they probably say I sound mistaken
But I got God on my side, always down to bride
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 of fact, like a geneticist These rappers' records coming out, they so
repetitive Shout out my homie Chance, piece of Skizzy
[Dm] Mars Rap hack, homie Castro be dropping bars
It's all love, man this shit is ours They never thought I'd make it shooting for
the stars Yeah I'm a born sinner, but it's a pro world
Shout out my homies that know me, can't forget my old girl
But that's a touchy subject like a pre-swope I heard y'all finally eating over there, we
gotta feast though Keep [Dm] it rap-packed, till the beat go
You might not get the flow [F] now, let it steep though
Fans know my lyrics deeper than the sea flow But we dumb it down so they spin it on the
radio Racism all up in them, 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 elephant, my flow is so elegant
Death before the sign of murder and rappers in front of they mamas
I rap my time, it's just typing a word cause it's a bonnet
Reverse the letters and it's spelled Sinatra Yes I got your bitches now
You 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, till we bring it back down
You 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, till we bring it back down _ _
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