6 A.M.

It’s 6 A.M., time to wake up

By 6:01, saying prayer

By 6:03 I hear the Maker

By 6:09 wipe the crust out my eye

Out my own way, on my way up

Up early like a baker, need my cake up, now

The more I live, the more braver

Lalala lalala lalala

Can’t tell if these are tears of joy or freedom

As they fall out my eyes and wet this Aime Leon

Nothing hates me more than my ego

Wants me to burn everything and throw away people

I stay on point, on point

No more whiskey, no cursing, there’s no point

Start to stray, start to pray till I have no voice

And quitting ain’t an option, I have no choice

All this rage, all this gratitude in me

Not a prophet, not a sage

Not your leader for a day

Curse the days I was rapping like Drizzy

Of my shadow got afraid

Always had something to say

Never claimed to be the king of my city

If they call me king it’s fine

Distracting but it shines

Pick a name, pick a side, good riddance

I’m in Service

And out of service if you don’t pay

How dare I do a verse Just for money?

Ignoring Sleep’s cousin, the pain of patience numbs me

Rewired my mind from destruction

Take a couple *breaths*, the seven wonders

One fragile stone can make a column crumble

On point

So I gotta stay out of trouble

Mourning Chelsea Reject as I pray for Dyme-A-Duzin

Tired of standing around, nobody’s saying nothing

I’m on point, on point

Give me love, my well runs dry

Give me lightning if I tell one lie

Why do we get surprised that people dying?

I don’t care to be legend

Or care to be remembered

Just make sure my girl has whatever she needs

And I’ll smile

I’m on point, on point, on point

I'm on point

It’s 6 A.M., time to wake up

By 6:01, saying prayer

By 6:03 I hear the Maker

By 6:09 wipe the crust out my eye

Out my own way, on my way up

Up early like a baker, need my cake up, now

The more I live, the more braver

Lalala lalala lalala

Bro made 100k in a day, we pray in unison

Take the women, politicking, don’t need accoutrements

I take accountability, this ain’t a pseudonym

Take my time and take action, the two of them

Waiting around for epiphanies for foolish men

Non-violent, but for them? yeah I’d shoot for them

Get rid of who I am, become new for them

Pagans want a piece of my peace

I got news for them

Local C at Euclid, to making it in music

To never make you stupid’s the color in my blueprint

Got friends that work at Wendy’s

Friends that sell out Wembley

Friends that would’ve killed each other if they ain’t met me

Friends that call themselves demons with good mothers

I’ll make it anywhere as long as my hood loves it

Those stoops made us true and invisible

Those cops made us rude but not criminals

My way, talking my way

Do whatever mileage on your highway

This is my way, my way

I got the bounce to make them vibrate

This is my way, my way

Amongst the people where you’ll find me

Said my way, my way

I got the time now, so why wait?'

It’s 6 A.M., time to wake up

By 6:01, saying prayer

By 6:03 I hear the Maker

By 6:09 wipe the crust out my eye

Out my own way, on my way up

Talking way up, talking way up

Up early like a baker, need my cake up, now

Way up, way up