5:35 - Intellectual

[Intro]

It’s 5:35 in the morning

Yeah, Psychological

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

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

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?

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?