Logic — 5:35

[Intro] It’s 5:35 in the morning Yeah, Psychological [Verse 1] When I rehearse a verse I guaranteed you see the image First off the scrimmage go along while these fuckers timid The comfort zone where you on but I rap out of limits Can’t even talk to these fake rappers like I’m out of minutes When I record a track various things is on my mind Cause I spit elegant relevant so you don’t rewind Cause I spit elegant relevant so you don’t rewind And listen to my shit at least a hundred thousand times Magnificent isn’t it every time I drop a line Get better as I age like a case of red wine I spit divine step on stage so I can truly shine That’s where you hip-hop cult freaks suck up all my line I’m in my basement as I’m writing this shit So technically this is as underground as it’s going to get But enough of that, I’m shooting sky high Allow me to quote myself "why would I lie?" I said I'm ready, I'm willing, now homie let's ride [Chorus] Just let me do, let me do what I do Just let me do, let me do what I do, homie Just let me do, let me do what I do Just let me do, let me do what I do, say can you feel me homie? [Verse 2] Live with my sister and her three kids Kind of hard to write when they running around but only just a smidge Got a brother, got a lover Got a father, got a mother Got a mentor that’s a real hard ass but he like no other Got a real understanding of what I need to do Got a real understanding of what I wanna do to Can you feel me yeah, can you feel me uh huh How we living is how we living but how we driven that’s another story like money, drugs and thick woman Call the doctor, quit the lights is dimming I feel like I’m about to fade away from what I'm spitting I have a feeling that this is forbidden I tap into a style ahead of my time and I’m not kidding Cause 90% of these rappers is pussy like kitten And when they hear me that’s when they start shitting I’m 19, haven’t even stepped on the scene But I’m still on the stool, waiting for my route, can you feel me?