Patches - 5AM IN CLEVELAND lyrics

[Verse 1: Patches] I owe y'all this one, its long over due They've been anticipating this like "Patches drop something new" Shout out to my fans, man this one is for you And if you sleeping on me, this that Folgers wake up smell the morning brew Far from perfect but I'm way ahead of you At the bottom looking up that's a hella of a point of view Song after song auto-tuned déjà vu Real is just a myth and talent is taboo I'm genuine, authentic , & do my own thang I ain't never fit in, my drive need its own lane You can't compare me, cause we will never be the same All this flow is overflowing I think Ima need a drain I been chilling laying low, perfecting my craft But I need to come back cause all y'all raps is a** Real recognizes real & so I stand out The late great Kenn Ball taught me never have my hand out Hundred emoji I always keep it real I told my homies that we nice enough to do it without a deal sh**, we better than these posers with a deal Am I embarra**ing you rappers? Lemme know how you feel 17 years old but so mature in my rhyme I was born in 96' but I'm ahead of my time You can polygraph my bars boy I swear I've never lied I just made yo chick a fan, ladies man, and I ain't even tried Patches perspective, see the world through my eyes And even though I'm not, I'm still the best rapper alive (Smirk) That's just my attitude & I don't care bout yo feelings my music so rude 4th deviation, I'm far from average But to get what I'm kicking, you ain't got to know mathematics You don't know what I'm saying, but you know that its fantastic Cause every verse I bless sounds like a new age cla**ic I'm from the city of ratchets with fat a**es Its practice to smash it then go promptly pa** it We determined to get it because we've never had it Where disputes or arguments have a tendency to end tragic I've lost a few to a bullet or a cell I'm conditioned to spit this fire cause I've been through hell But clearly a gift from God, it ain't hard to tell A bit of a narcissist, I think I'm a better than everyone else And rightly so, cause the syllables I write are on another plateau And this flow that I kick is hard enough to break a toe I'm liable to k** any beat, man never know Thorough bread, Cleveland born & raised I've always showed for my city & ain't a damn thing changed Some homies pack heat, I spray verbal AK's Any rapper can get laid I have terrible aim I'm k**ing y'all on this lyrical sh** Whitey getting spicy like some miracle whip Dog, are you hearing this sh** ? If you was looking for a miracle I'm it This the product of a kid overlooked They ain't give me no respect, so it just got took With bars like this you don't even need hook Ima let it play out give y'all time to catch up, man wa**up? [Outro: Jay Crew] And we back like we never left We only getting better Bigger and better We finer than yo grandmothers wine n***a Extraordinarily explicit