5 O’Clock

[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Somebody told me sleep was a cousin of death
And followin' a dollar finds nothin' but stress
A marathon grind like I'm runnin' from rest
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
Somebody told me sleep was a cousin of death (Uh)
And followin' a dollar finds nothin' but stress (Yeah)
But I'm goin' hard 'til there's nothin' left under my chest (Haha)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
The streets empty 'round 5 o'clock (Uh-huh)
Drivin' by the cops (Chyeah)
Low key microscopic to the eyes that watch (Uh-huh)
Everything a hustle when you tryna come buy some guap
I'ma keep grindin' 'til I'm shinin' like a diamond watch (Uh-huh)
Me and Bo-head bringin' you the truth (Truth)
With all-night sessions, we just livin' in the booth (Yep)
Strong bars like we spittin' out hundred-fifty proof
Take shots (Oh), get loose, 'til you spittin' up yo' food (Oh), like, "Oh"
You see that? I'ma need a recap
Grab a weed sack, chief that 'til my feet flat (Feet flat)
I got this covered like a Pro Bowl D-back
Breathe rap and I been known to make the beat clap (Haha)
Need cash so I'm tryin' move some trees fast
Tell you where the meat at, ask you where the cheese at (Yo)
People 'round the city see the youngin and respect the grind (Oh)
Puttin' in the extra time (Oh), guaranteed next to shine

[Chorus: Mac Miller & Boaz]
Somebody told me sleep was a cousin of death
And followin' a dollar finds nothin' but stress
A marathon grind like I'm runnin' from rest
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
Somebody told me sleep was a cousin of death
And followin' a dollar finds nothin' but stress
But I'm goin' hard 'til there's nothin' left under my chest (Let's get it)

[Verse 2: Boaz]
I rise before the sun come up and get my day started (Chyeah)
Pray to the most high, I roll up my haze and spark it up
And then my paper starts to roll in
Money in paper bags, hammers with laser tags, we grown men (Yeah)
Out on the corner 'til the early morn'
The blood of a hustler, gettin' mines before I was born
You get scorned by these hot-ass bars from me and Easy Mac (Yeah)
Crusin' in the 'Lac, smokin' weed with no seeds in that (No seeds)
There ain't no reason that these other rappers hatin' on us (Why?)
Except these labels anticipatin' and waitin' on us (They waitin')
To get them BBS's, radios play us
Then we blaze in the Benz and sip the [?] on them BBS's (Big wheels)
Went from P.A. to Texas, these niggas know about me
International hustler, can't move no snow without me (Nah)
Or get no dough without me (Nah), niggas gettin' they stackin' on
An early bird get the worm, I'm out here at the crack of dawn, yeah

[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Somebody told me sleep was a cousin of death
And followin' a dollar finds nothin' but stress
A marathon grind like I'm runnin' from rest
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
Somebody told me sleep was a cousin of death
And followin' a dollar finds nothin' but stress
But I'm goin' hard 'til there's nothin' left under my chest