[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?
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?
( Logic )
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