5 Hooks

Five hooks, man, man, this shit only got like five hooks on it All lyricism, ho I was like yo I'm pickin up that pen I'm goin fuckin' crazy, I don't give a shit, dog Ayy yo, fuckin' Rakim It's what you all been what I've for ain't it This no pressure shit kind of got us reacquainted I'm happy you could join me In this universe I painted Such a beautiful feeling, I really can't explain it I hit the stage and like a thousand bitches fainted (Nigga, you ain't shit) Damn, that boy, he back at it again Dropping bars when I pick up the pen So let's begin, No I.D. my mentor But it's time for the story's end yea Aye I'm tryna do shit different now I love this BPM, but this a different style I never been this happy before This a different smile Hey, yeah, this that barbecue music Life is a blessing and a curse Depending how you use it Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up Some days I tell the voice in my head to Shut the fuck up- Motivated by paper and pussy Always been a passion Whipping that Chevrolet Impala My speakers blasting Hungry like I'm fasting Who the illest, just ask them Louis Vuitton rhyme, relevantly old fashion Like we, like we always do it this time, homie I go for my homie, I gots to shine homie All I do is grind homie, All I do is rhyme I provide for mine homie, y'all know me I started with just a dollar and a dream Like Jermaine in '09, know what I mean? Fresh on the scene, like a first take I dropped my first tape and felt the earth shake But let's accelerate Dropped the second tape 2011 And now we elevate Def Jam wanna sign new it's time to celebrate But little did I know, I had so much further to go Let's take a trip down memory lane Logic arrived and he fucked up the game Simple and plain Never scared to do it different No two albums sound the same I got tracks with Wu Tang and 2 Chainz Killer Mike and Gucci Mane Rap shit, trap shit You know I do it with no shame Spit the illest yoke or flame I always go against the grain I was fly before the fame Before I could afford a plane Touch down like Notre Dame To get as high as my strain 2014 release day, I need morphine Def Jam wanna shit me, now the CD on the rack RattPack has to ask them to inbox me back What the fuck is that Honestly it sound like a fable Fast forward 2020, I'm the face of the label and I am Who gives a fuck about the leak When you got the well Watch me excel propel then ghost the fuck out Like Dave Chappelle You the illest pray tell, I'm like God before Lucifer fell I raised hell Had bars when I was broke because I couldn't raise bail But now my bars gold Because I'm Wall Street broker Money like I sell coca, livin' La Vida Loca shit That ain't a line just to flex Just to let you know, you next If you put your mind to it you can do it Trust me cause I been through it Now get to it, ain't nothing to it