Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 5 Hooks, artist - Logic. Album song No Pressure, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
5 Hooks |
Five hooks, man |
Ayo, this shit only got like five hooks on it, dawg |
All lyricism, ho |
I was like, «Yo, I’m pickin' up that pen, I’m goin' fuckin' crazy» |
I don’t give a shit, dawg |
Yo, we finna, ayo, ayo, fuck Raquel though, fuck that bitch |
It’s what you all been waitin' for, ain’t it? |
This No Pressure shit kinda 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 |
Droppin' 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, yeah |
Ayy, I’m tryna do shit different now (Woo) |
I love this BPM, but this a different style (Woo) |
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 |
Yeah |
Motivated by paper and pussy, always been a passion |
Whippin' that Chevrolet Impala, my speakers blastin' |
Hungry like I’m fastin', who the illest? |
Just ask 'em |
Louis Vuitton rhyme, relevantly old-fashioned |
Like we (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, uh, uh, y’all know me (Yeah, yeah, y’all know me, |
yeah) |
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 then felt the earth shake |
But let’s accelerate |
Dropped the second tape, 2011, and now we elevate |
Def Jam wanna sign me, 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 yoga flame, 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 under shipped me, not a CD on the rack |
RattPack had to ask 'em to unbox it in the 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 'cause I couldn’t raise bail |
But now my bars gold 'cause 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 nothin' to it |
Actually living your life is exponentially different from just being alive |