6 A.M.

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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