The Glorious Five Logic

[Intro]
Yeah
We gon' let this shit rock
Hey
That's the "Cole hey" from back in the day
Hey, yeah

[Verse 1]
Just a youngin' with a dream, tryna get this money, yeah, I'm tryin' get this cream
Not a lot know what I mean, for this rap shit I'm a fiend
Not one to talk about poppin' pills and sippin' lean
Just a passion for pussy, I'm tryna get up in the spleen
This is my mentality rappin' at nineteen
Back in Maryland just tryin' to break out on the scene
Buyin' fake chains at the mall so girls be like "Ooh, he clean"
Daydreams that my life is like a movie scene
Sippin' liquor, puffin' green, so obscene
Ride around the city with my homies in a gat
We was lookin' for trouble, now where's it at?
Paint the picture like Picasso, matter fact like Sam Spratt
Even younger I was trippin' skippin' school writin' raps
Never on the road but on a roll like them craps, check the facts
Endless rhyme books in my backpack like that, uh
I guess I acted out from lack of a father figure
Go figure, performin' at open mics wishin' I could go bigger
I was never in it for the money like a gold digger
Every time my daddy call me he be like, "Ayo nigga
Where the money at?" Yeah, that's what he'd say
"Little boy, you know you know I saw you on a PJ
When you gon' fly me out, when you gon' smoke me out?"
Always throw demands out, motherfuck a handout
All I ever wanted was a daddy
But that man priority was huggin' with a fatty
But I'm glad he did 'cause it made me who I am
Now I'm the man that I always wish he woulda been
And never started smokin' crack; imagine just what could have been, damn
Always felt like somethin' it was missin'
Wish we could have played catch, had talks, and went fishin'
But had no one there to listen
Now it feel like my life mission is to be the best dad when the time come
For my daughter and my son when the time come
Teach 'em 'bout they heritage and where they come from
Teach 'em 'bout their family history and then some