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OCD Lyrics In the field, ballin with the team , oh yeah In the field, ballin with the team OCD cause Im ridin so clean Old school whips, seein new things Rollin up, got a few flamed New Prada shoes, no shoestrings Closet full of kicks like Liu Kang We was just dreamers, broken leaders On the low, rollin weed up, now they see us In that drop-top Beamer Feel like ODB, feeling OCD Out this universe, D.C Goin so hard, make it look easy Put the squad, zone 3 We so cold, wrist on freeze Roll it up for me, get high If you feel me, put your hands to the sky Break it down, roll it up for me, get high Nothin else matters up until the day I die Wanna move my loved ones out the South Side If you look up, you might see us in the sky If you look up, you might see us in the sky Time is undefeated, in the end, it beats us all My daddy, my momma, myself, we all destined to fall Currently, the most important thing within my life is balance I aint talkin commas and zeros or monetary Talkin self-worth, put yourself first, dont worry bout the worst But when you in this position, its hard to make selfish decisions Got enough bread, Ima eat, but what about the rest, my team? They good and all, but I mean, if I disappeared from the scene Then whats gon happen? Whats gon happen? In a hotel writin rhymes before I headline at a festival But all that’s runnin through my mind is bottom lines and decimals So focused on the brand sometimes forget about the Man Reflectin in the mirror with this pen in his hand 99 percent of these people will never understand, supply and demand Cause Im in the public eye, they think they know who I am In the field, ballin with the team , oh yeah In the field, ballin with the team OCD cause Im ridin so clean Old school whips, seein new things Rollin up, got a few flamed New Prada shoes, no shoestrings Closet full of kicks like Liu Kang We was just dreamers, broken leaders On the low, rollin weed up, now they see us In that drop-top Beamer Feel like ODB, feeling OCD Oh, shit, its Logic! Can I have a picture? They dont give a damn Soon as they see me, they clench the device thats in they hand Dont even say hello, more like, Can I get one for the Gram? Thats when I be like, Fuck no, but you can shake my hand Lets have a conversation, talk about life man-to-man You disappointed, I can read your body language like a paragraph Logic, yeah, thats cool and all, but Id much prefer a photograph I mean, can I have a photograph? Goddamn, all these people nowadays are so unusual Theyd rather snap a pic with you to get more likes than usual Than have a conversation, back in the basement with no placement Couldnt never fathom talkin to my favorite rapper that way Im just an entity, my DNA not my identity Findin serenity, become a better man, I better be For the child in my baby mommas tummy, never crummy We can make bread, tryna be the greatest, that shit been dead Im tryna be the happiest that I can be instead Im tryna get ahead like a fetus, money dont complete us Or defeat us, it can lead us to depression Bein rich is not a blessin, fame is not a blessin Wasnt til I was rich and famous I learned that lesson Whats the meanin of life? To live it, what Im guessin, yeah In the field, ballin with the team , oh yeah In the field, ballin with the team OCD cause Im ridin so clean Old school whips, seein new things Rollin up, got a few flamed New Prada shoes, no shoestrings Closet full of kicks like Liu Kang We was just dreamers, broken leaders On the low, rollin weed up, now they see us In that drop-top Beamer Feel like ODB, feeling OCD Social media may cause depression42Embed

Slave Lyrics Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-ey-oh Hey-oh, hey, that hey-oh, hey-oh, hey Hey-oh, hey-oh Hey-oh Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey Hey-oh, hey-oh East side, west side, we ride, we die all for this Oh my, my, I know why I cant fall for this All my life I tried, I cried, got pride in this All my life Id hide, I stayed inside for this Tell me what you know about forty days, forty nights No lights, all for this Tell me what you know about sleeping outside No ride in the wintertime, all for this Tell me what you know about commas in the bank Lookin in the mirror, yeah, I did all of this Tell me what you know about family never there But swear they deserve all of this Tell me what you know about people tryna test you Dont wanna get involved with this X you out, you get solved with this Everybody gotta evolve with this Like bitch I bet I be at the place I said Id be Legendary like No I.D You know I be duckin every ho I see Cause Im out of this world, and I know I be like... East side, west side, we ride, we die all for this Oh my, my, I know why I cant fall for this All my life I tried, I cried, got pride in this All my life Id hide, I stayed inside for this Living as a black man, in the skin of the white man Everybody wanna fight man, and I put it on my right hand Goddamn, its all for this I just wanna make the world a better place Fuck race and the shade in my face Looking for the sun but the shade in my face Best in my field, Im a slave to the race Black motherfucker, white motherfucker I dont give a damn what you is, can you write motherfucker? Said I couldnt do it, said I wouldnt do it I just made a million in a month, aight motherfucker? I did everything I said Id ever do and to you I still aint shit? Aight motherfucker Runnin around the world yelling P-L-P But as a last resort, we gon fight motherfucker like East side, west side, we ride, we die all for this Oh my, my, I know why I cant fall for this All my life I tried, I cried, got pride in this All my life Id hide, I stayed inside for this Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-ey-oh Hey-oh, hey, that hey-oh, hey-oh, hey Hey-oh, hey-oh Hey-oh 40Embed

1 Vulture Lyrics Why the opposition callin my line? Tellin me to come outside I would, but I know they lyin Foenem told me keep my iron My momma had a dream about me dyin I told her that I hope she lyin Its gon be a homicide Its gon be a homicide Fuck with Durk and they dyin today They told me they sick and tired They dont want to die today Whatever my niggas be wantin, know I got em I be off them drugs, addicted to narcotics 2012 niggas wasnt with me in the partments Ima take a risk, carry my guns inside my joggers Why you steady playin hoe? Let me be their father Kill his ass in the streets, we hope they dont charge us We cant find your ass, we gon kill your artist And you know its guaranteed when I say promise And I got some shawtys that gon shoot They gon do the shit you aint gon do They gon slide through your block, they make calls on you You hang with them and dont supposed to, its gon fall on you Spit on me bad when I was down, Ima ball on you And you aint thinkin bout getting no money, til it dawned on you And nigga Ill drill for em I aint still signed to French but Id kill for him Who said I aint got no money, Im like a mil on You tried to turn a hoe into a housewife, watch, she still goin Voice of the trenches, talkin for the streets Teachers said I might be dead cause I love the streets And she still told me that my grades above a B The streets dont love anyone, but they in love with me Fuck with me and its a homicide Try to clean my image with a turkey drive Went in 18 he gettin out when he like 35 2018 Im goin up, my shows a hundred racks Lie to you none, but in jail I say a hundred lies How the fuck you mad, and I gave your ass a hundred tries? And from them brothers that I love, I dropped a hundred, why? Dont feed your gang when they snake you, you gon wonder why Tryin tuck my pride away I aint really tryin to die today Certain shit I cant tolerate Why the opposition callin my line? Tellin me to come outside I would, but I know they lyin Foenem told me keep my iron My momma had a dream about me dyin I told her that I hope she lyin Its gon be a homicide Its gon be a homicide Fuck with Durk and they dyin today They told me they sick and tired They dont want to die today8Embed

Walk on By Lyrics Is it still, is it going? So we gon’ do this one like for the RattPack and shit, is it recording? Alright for the real hip-hop mothafuckas, you know what I’m sayin? Shout out to Bobby, my engineer It’s a nice night in L.A Were recordin this mixtape and shit, workin on the album at the same time, you know what I’m sayin? Visionary boy Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon’ do it for 96’ We gon’ do it for hip-hop Who would have thought that painting pictures ’bout being broke Would get me riches like dealing coke? Like big brother used to do so we could stay afloat I heard them guns outside my window, them gangsters would tote Thought about the life I wanted, picked up the pen and then wrote While they was firing, you could hear sirens From people dialing 911 crying in the phone I was in the zone, trying to make a living Heading to work in the morning Everyday felt like I was mourning, as my dream was deceased Until I quit my job, then my work ethic increased Elevated to levels I ain’t ever seen Stacking this cream, living the American dream now I’m going crazy, I ain’t slept in days Dreaming of Michael Jordan money like I slept in J’s Always shouting out my team ’cause I get all the praise But they the ones that motivate me on depressing days See I’m from Maryland where cats draw gats like animation From the smallest altercation, that can lead to termination With a rapper on every corner, like the rest of the nation Passing bars back and forth like legal examinations As a youngin I was running wild Me and my homies skipping school, puffing on that loud Doing shit just to do it, ’cause we wasn’t allowed I thought I understood the world, but I was still a child, yeah Now when my mama was at home drinking, thinking ’bout the bills I was dreaming ’bout the mills, running round looking for thrills I guess this is how it feels when your memory spills onto the page And paints a picture of another age Back in West Deer Park, chilling with shorties after dark ‘Cause when the sun is down, the police always want us down ‘Til we get older and hustle, now they try’na gun us down We just trying to make a living off of what we’ve been given Wassup Walk on by Walk on by Walk on They call me Logic, yeah that’s L-O-G-I-C I ain’t wrapped up in them bitches, I just write ’bout shit I see ‘Cause these lyrics set me free, fuck the world, let me be And when I feel like I can’t write, that’s when I hit the MPC My talent limitless, but time is limited so listen up If you can’t see the shit I see, you better get your vision up I’m the king, watch me reign, born to rule my domain Album ain’t even in stores, they tryna sue me for my name Shit insane, so berserk, never complained, I just work Chasing after my dreams like them high school skirts Back as a youngin, spitting game, tryna get the nut in Living life to the fullest ’cause them little things ain’t nothing My flow unkillable when I be murdering syllables But I take my time, slow it down, check the rhyme Perfectionist to the dime, from the womb to the tomb I be rapping ’til I’m dying, doing everything I love That’s the life of a don, skipping school, sipping liquor Tryna get this money quicker, bad bitches, good weed That’s the type of shit I need Lyrics bleed from my mind state Elevate my mind and watch it rise like the crime rate ‘Cause sometimes I be high, and sometimes I be low And sometimes I do shit I thought Id never do before My life is like a movie role that’s starring me, got these women on me I hit the club with all my homies, and the drinks is on me At the crib with the shorty that I met at the spot Pretty eyes, nice lips, Grey Goose what she sips Both my hands on her hips, ’til she put em on her tits Freak bitch want the dick, biting on her finger tip I only fuck with nice girls, I never do this type of shit I’m thinking ’bout hitting it raw, shit I must be wildin out But that pussy wet as hell, I think it’s time to end the drought Then again she could be burning, and that’s not what I’m about So I dipped out, to live another day and die another night ‘Cause when I’m gone that ain’t gon be the song that they recite What up? My Jedi powers are far beyond yours You have interfered with our affairs for the last time46Embed

DadBod Lyrics Yeah, yeah Hahaha Ayy Chillin with the homies at the crib Bumpin Pac Div, this the life I live, you aint know about it Hit the studio with No I.D.​ Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it On the 101, my wife text me Talkin bout, You gotta get home, feed your son, girl, dont trip about it Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, dont give me lip about it Im a dad, this my life This the type of shit I write I was hungry in the basement, now that boy, he full of life Smoking dope, high as a kite Only when that babysitter at the crib, though Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up in her rib though, ayy, yeah Cause back in my day it was food stamps And I love my wife like I am Chance I bet youd rap about the shit me and him rap about If you had ever made it out, but you aint never had the chance Uh, uh, circumstance Uh, uh, way of life Uh, uh, my decisions Uh, uh, made em right Chillin with the homies at the crib Bumpin Pac Div, this the life I live, you aint know about it Hit the studio with No I.D.​ Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it On the 101, my wife text me Talkin bout, You gotta get home, feed your son, girl, dont trip about it Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, dont give me lip about it Ive upgraded while they waited, will they love it, will they hate it? Who gives a fuck though? Rappers praying they next, this shit is cutthroat Im livin on another planet My manic depression make me constantly wanna panic Im stressing on stage, pretendin everybody undressing I think Ill never learn my lesson, but fuck it all, it doesnt matter Ayo, Im on a lyrical, poetic rhetoric Lyrical miracle, satirical shit If you dont like my conscious rap, you wont like my material shit Love him or hate him, everybody know Logic can spit Used to be up to date on that rap political shit But nowadays Im up to my elbows And every single inch of my body in my babys shit I could tell you more about diapers than modern rappers in cyphers I used to be about the B-Rabbits and Mekhi Phifers Hit the stage, grip the mic and murder you like a pro-lifer But Im done now, I got a son now Fuck the rap game, Im done now Chillin with the homies at the crib Bumpin Pac Div, this the life I live, you aint know about it Hit the studio with No I.D.​ Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it On the 101, my wife text me Talkin bout, You gotta get home, feed your son, girl, dont trip about it Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, dont give me lip about it They say that that boy done changed He dont rap about his everyday life, he aint the same Goddamn, already had a hard life once Am I supposed to recreate it every album for you cunts? Okay You want to hear about my everyday I wake up, I wake my son up, then I feed him And lead him into his car seat Drive up the street down to Target Dont do hard drugs or beat my wife But the paparazzi still wanna start shit I dont answer their questions, I leave em in the dark, bitch Then I walk through the automatic doors A couple fans spot me but, shit, I aint on tour I aint trying to ignore her But I head to aisle four cause my drawers stank as fuck And I need some new drawers Then I spot some more fans, stan hella hardcore Asking for a pic and I say sure Scratch my dick and shake his hand Shaking uncontrollably, he tells me Im the man Now Im headed to aisle three for some Bounty paper towels I also grab some wet wipes to clean the shit from my bowels A really hot girl walks by with a fat ass But Im just wondering if Hefty really holds the most trash Forgot my card at home, thank God I brought some cash Then I grab some Preparation H for the critics up my ass Head to aisle five for some Sgt. Smash cereal Is this want you wanted, everyday life material? Im not a kid anymore and be sure shits boring Made it out the basement, now my bank account soaring Most exciting part of my life is probably touring Dont get me wrong, I love fans in every single city But hotels suck and the internet is shitty I mean, why rap about everyday shit When I could murder punch lines and sound dope like this? Chillin with the homies at the crib Bumpin Pac Div, this the life I live, you aint know about it Hit the studio with No I.D.​ Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it On the 101, my wife text me Talkin bout, You gotta get home, feed your son, girl, dont trip about it Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, dont give me lip about it Hello, no one is available to take your call Please leave a message after the tone Bro, call me back We couldnt get the fuckin Super sample cleared again, so fuckin annoying, bro But honestly, I just say that we chop up the Toro y Moi joint That we were gonna put on Ultra 85 And just like flip, fuckin freak the shit outta that joint I think it could be crazy Call me back, Ima chop it up on the MPC Here I go21Embed

​man i is Lyrics Knockin doors down, showin parts around Ima come through and show my wood pine Knockin— knockin doors down, showin parts around Ima— Ima come through and show my wood pine, Ima— Ima come— Knockin doors— knockin— knockin doors down, down Knockin doors, knock— knock— knock— knock— knockin doors down Ima—Ima come through— Ima— Ima come— down Ima come through— Ima— Ima come— down Paper chasin on occasion West Deer Park, thats my location Life and death what we was facin Boy, gotta get that motivation Back in the basement Look at my idols, Im feelin adjacent Doin the shit that I wish I was doing, Im feelin impatient Throwin parties and catching cases Thats the life, but that shit basic Ive cooked crack, I cant erase it If I could, would not replace it Grew up all alone Had to teach myself to tie my laces Whats the deal? Ima play the field Rattpack, we keep it real Nothin but love for the people that paved the way So a brother like me, he can get it today Antoine, Erykah and 3K Cant forget those aint here today R.I.P. JD and Pimp C Payin respect, so dont hold it against me Devil he callin me, he love to tempt me God exempt me, why you sent me here? What I think about year to year What Ive been through these people only see through a peephole, yeah Not a single one got an idea So I write it down on this page Feel like Im 35 times my age Look in the mirror dont know what to say But Im happy the man I is Yeah, yeah I said Im happy the man I is And Im proud of the man Ive become Im proud that Im from a slum And never got cold, I never got numb Except for the wintertime and then some I transcend and I transform Poetic vision in rare form Growing up, nobody there for him I promise when I have a family Ima be there for em I love hip-hop Hatin motherfucker, go kick rocks No matter what happen I never gon stop Like Cole said, if they dont know yo dreams Then they cant shoot em down But Ima let the world know Cause Im too high up to hit the ground This shit right here is like therapy, spit it verily I aint perfect, I got problems, I got issues like People magazine Shoot from the hip and reload the magazine I wish I could just go on forever, forever, ever and ever But this rhyme Ill as it is divine Gon be cut short today cause Im out of studio time Only thought I was recording these horns and not no rhyme What can I say? Inspiration hits at any time So I guess Ill have to conclude all my thoughts another time Another rhyme Another— Ano— i— wo— a— rhyme Anime such as Cowboy Bebop Trigun, and Samurai Champloo Were in constant rotation During the making of this album30Embed

Never Enough Lyrics When that liquor get po’ up And that green get roll up When them sets get throwed up I’m like nah man, hol’ up Yea we bout it, sho ‘nuff Better hope they don’t call my bluff Cause my mind is going crazy This shit is never enough When that liquor get po’ up And that green get roll up When them sets get throwed up I’m like nah man, hol’ up Yea we bout it, sho ‘nuff Better hope they don’t call my bluff Cause my mind is going crazy This shit is never enough Never enough, never enough, never enough This shit is never enough Never enough, never enough, never enough This shit is never enough Not even, not even, not even, not enough Not even, not even, not even, not enough Not even, not even, not even, not enough Not even, not even, not even, not enough Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit At the party with my homies, walk up and they play my shit On the road, tickets sold, didn’t have to sell my soul Visionary in this bitch and domination is the goal Where you stay, every day, just got my crib in LA Never play, we been at it way before that IDJ Never seems to be enough when money is the motive, cuh Bitches on my dick, don’t give a fuck, y’all must not know what’s up In the cut, we don’t give a fuck, we just trying to cut Line em up, if they say they bout it then we’ll sign em up Rattpack, that’s a fact, basic bitch can’t fuck with that Where you at? That’s what they be asking, I say on the map Who we are, the coolest motherfuckers on the planet Drop that new shit just cause they demand it Living like we got it cause we get it Do it just to say we fucking did it Who we are, the coolest motherfuckers on the planet Drop that new shit just cause they demand it Living like we got it cause we get it Do it just to say we fucking did it When that liquor get po’ up And that green get roll up When them sets get throwed up I’m like nah man, hol’ up Yea we bout it, sho ‘nuff Better hope they don’t call my bluff Cause my mind is going crazy This shit is never enough Never enough, never enough, never enough This shit is never enough Not even, not even, not even, not enough This album was created over the span of one year. However, the majority of the album was recorded in only two weeks62Embed

All Of Me Lyrics Blow your smoke to fog up the mirror Write our name in hearts, baby, I can see That youre into me I need your touch, yeah, I need your fever Take my broken parts, take all of me Take all of me Yeah, take it all Aint no way I could break it off Girl, is you really down to pay the cost? Reverse the role and you could play the boss Already knowin my, already knowin my vision is faded I try to evade it, but cant I know you far from a saint, but I keep lying to me Cause I been dying to meet And it feel like I follow you out in the street And I promise you all that I know Every way that my mind goes Elevated, heart strong, but my head faded Way back when we first dated, Im gone now Had to go cause Im on now When my intuition got me in a mission We see eye to eye but you aint in my vision Oh no, I said, oh no Back in the day I used to say A girl like you I used to pray for days for Now Im out here like way more What the fuck would I stay for? Why the fuck would I pay for Somethin thats just gonna kill me? Nikki Im still me, but Im just better Its been six months since we touched last But I grow fast with this letter And I swear to God that Im better Blow your smoke to fog up the mirror Write our name in hearts, baby, I can see That youre into me I need your touch yeah I need your fever Take my broken parts, take all of me Take all of me Blow your smoke to fog up the mirror Write our name in hearts, baby, I can see That youre into me I need your touch, I need your fever Take my broken parts, take all of me Take all of me Take all of me Take all of me Take all of me Take all of me11Embed

BoomTrap Protocol Lyrics Let me get up in this bitch, like, Whats good, ho? Grippin this grain, I spit to release the pain Pimpin aint a thang, whats good? Hold up, let me get it right, I been contemplating life I been grindin on a fight, I been writin on a flight Roll up on em like that Backwood Better act good or get smacked good Im just tryna live life, Im just tryna get right Anybody got advice? I know Im a workaholic but everybody got a vice I leave em diminished And I do not know if you know That I am so ahead of my time That my whole motherfuckin discographys already finished The greatest alive, bitch, I been it Now go on your business, can I get a witness? Been smoking and drinking a little bit Theres levels to the litness Pull up with that new-new in the driveway So fresh, I double park that bitch sideways When it comes to life, I do it my way Smoked out 180 on the highway Yeah, Im sittin shotgun Gotta let my shawty drive Im too alive, leave that pussy crucified Its just you and I You know its do-or-die Its just you and I Girl, you know its do-or-die Do-or-die Its do-or-die Its do-or-die Yeah, this shit right here do-or-die Its do-or-die Hold up, wait a minute, bring it right back Mix that real with that turn up, call it BoomTrap I aint heard no shit like this in so long I dont know how this right here could go wrong This is my theme song, me and my teams song I got millions in the bank because my dreams strong I dont sip the syrup, I got friends to lean on But I get my green on, yes, I get my green on Pull up in this bitch and smoke a O Like woah, goddamn Yeah, that boy, he been on the low About to blow, about to show About to show em, I dont know em I dont know em, no, I dont know em I dont know, I dont I vibe wit em, I ride wit em If they down wit me, you know I die wit em Pull up with that new-new in the driveway So fresh, I double park that bitch sideways When it comes to life, I do it my way Smoked out 180 on the highway Yeah, Im sittin shotgun Gotta let my shawty drive Im too alive, leave that pussy crucified Its just you and I You know its do-or-die Its just you and I Girl, you know its do-or-die Do-or-die Its do-or-die Its do-or-die Yeah, this shit right here do-or-die Its do-or-die 32Embed

Tic Tac Toe Lyrics I’m bout to get it right now All these muhfuckers wonder how All the pretty girls love the style And they wonder if he well endowed On stage tryna feel my dick from the crowd I’m bout to get it right now All these muhfuckers wonder how All the pretty girls love the style And they wonder if he well endowed On stage tryna feel my dick from the crowd Come on, baby girl, tell me what you want, I got what you need Said she independent, so don’t get offended if she leave I said I won’t get offended, I’ll just get some Fendi And repress my emotions in material shit that can be a distraction Pussy and money, sometimes I feel the satisfaction Till I spend that bread and bust that nut and now I’m back, son After the damage is done Rearrange the game and let em know your name Right now All these muhfuckers wonder how All the pretty girls love the style And they wonder if he well endowed On stage tryna feel my dick from the crowd I’m bout to get it right now All these muhfuckers wonder how All the pretty girls love the style And they wonder if he well endowed On stage tryna feel my dick from the crowd Sinatra You know the drill, come on, you know the deal If my shorty acting up, I wife swap like Uncle Phil Moving at the speed of sound, let’s slow it down and keep it trill Yeah, we keep it real, kill em with kindness and not the steel Yeah, we livin it up, you know that this is my everything, I’m never givin it up All the time, all the—all the time And now I feel like I wanna keep going, my cards never showing, don’t know what’s in-hand I love my fans, but this here girl want me, tell me I’m the man, I know I am But never acknowledge it Touring the country, Im loving these colleges Touching more pussy than a gynecologist Study her body like I’m a biologist, with no apology Baby girl, follow me She got low, blow my kiss of criminology And she be loving the way I be flowing And I know the infatuation is growing If you catchin feelings you better be slowin it down slow it down, down Cause we both know what happens when that love come around You feelin me, I’m feelin you, I want you to be mine Maybe one day it will be, but I don’t have the time Right now All these motherfuckers wonder how All the pretty girls love the style And they wonder if he well endowed On stage tryna feel my dick from the crowd I’m bout to get it right now All these muhfuckers wonder how All the pretty girls love the style And they wonder if he well endowed On stage tryna feel my dick from the crowd Shorty say she love me and she know every word To every song on every mixtape When your album droppin? Tell me which date Everything you say to me, I can relate The fact that we met right here, right now on this night, it must be fate Now I’ll be damned, time moves so fast Couple months back, I had a meeting with my last Reminiscing bout love, discussing matters of the past Looking in them eyes, but I’m thinking bout that ass I took her for coffee, she took me for granted Now I show no emotion and my shorty cant stand it And now you know I’m on my grind, I keep my exes in line like tic-tac-toe And I finally got em all up out my vision However, I’m all they see when they turn on the television Right now All these muhfuckers wonder how All the pretty girls love the style And they wonder if he well endowed On stage tryna feel my dick from the crowd Right now All these muhfuckers wonder how All the pretty girls love the style And they wonder if he well endowed On stage tryna feel my dick from the crowd 39Embed

The High Life Lyrics Seem like my whole life changed in the last year At parties with legends like What the fuck I’m doing here? Waiting for someone to say What the fuck you doing here? Until I realized I belonged and had nothing to fear Who would’ve thought I would mingle with celebrity singles In a room full of Grammy winners discussing they singles Some people love you, some people hate you Some people need you, some people act like they know you But they can’t even read you The effort I put into music is still the same amount Cause aint a damn thing changed except the bank account I remember the day I got my advance money I’m talkin so much bread, this shitll make you dance money Whats the first thing I did? Got my team out the way and then I got myself a crib My boy Lenny gave me a place to stay for a year Put food in my stomach, I had nothing to fear And once that 365 was up, I told him to quit his job And gave him a new career So many rappers on that stupid superstar shit But I plan to eat with the people I starved with I’ve made money, I’ve lost money, I’ve spent money Ive slept outside due to lack of the rent money I’ve been in love, been happy, been through a lot of pain Cause what the fuck is sunshine without a little rain? And love is like leaves in the fall Cause some people get scared and leave when you fall Speaking of which, I met this girl the other day The type of girl that make the pain fade away And I have a feeling she gon be my next Cause she make me forget all about my ex I’m talking something that’s deeper than just sex But I don’t want her to be the third letter in the word next Old soul in the sea of love I’m just not current, none of the above And man, fuck all that depressing shit Let’s get this money and fuck these bitches You know what I’m sayin? Sike, nah, all of yall just know that I’m playin Cause all the money you possess ain’t what makes you a man Big shot, tough guy, blow 100 grand But you still in the same place, damn But man, the world is so fascinating Ambition got these girls gravitating And honestly, it strokes the ego But beautiful women ain’t good for nothing Except procrastinating I got a show in Paris coming up Followed by London, Ima tear it up So many people just don’t care enough Analyzing faces in the crowd staring up Whats the difference between me and them? How come I ain’t in the crowd at they show seeing them What that guy see in me that he ain’t see in him? Cause honestly I see no difference between me and him We all people, all equal, we all the same? Lookin for control tryna play the game We all got issues, just different magazines We all sleep but have different dreams However, once you’re awake and your life ain’t what it seems And that’s the reason I’m living within my own dream Hell yeah, fuck em all like I’m runnin from the law Haters probably think they phase me, I’m like no, not at all I’m too high up, now to fall Like a sphere, bitch I ball Never asked me where my team at Cause you know I brought em all And if you’re looking for a problem then we can get it solved I just kill them with kindness, keep it peace and it dissolve You got bitches, I got Bobby Soxer girls that be ride or die A shawty on another level, let me catch a vibe Super bad girl, IQ is in the sky She graduated cum laude, your bitch went to DeVry God damn, oh girl, she a go getta At the party takin shots like a Beretta Doing anything and everything to feel better And now she in the crib getting high like a falsetto How you feeling, I be yelling Why these motherfuckers grilling? And she give me life ‘cause I’m making a killing Bring it down, do it slow, show me how that really go Girl I’m new in town, I don’t really know They be like, when you gonna tell me that you love me? I be like, Bitch I gotta hit the studio, ho Now she got me on the crib, talkin that she wanna do it Condom on the dresser looking at me like aint nothing to it Thinking should I do it though, I dont even know the ho I dont even know the ho, I dont even know the ho Sayin, Ohh, mama I made it Ohh, mama, I made it You cannot tell me no But the young boy made a way Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh I said, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh20Embed

Hit My Line Lyrics Okay Okay Okay Okay Okay I think its gonna be a good day Homie got the nine in the glove and he dont play Had a lot of hard times, but its okay 101 on the 405, OJ I think its gonna be a good day Homie got the nine in the glove and he dont play Had a lot of hard times, but its okay 101 on the 405, OJ Im feelin normal, yeah, Im feelin myself Feelin good, yeah, Im feelin my health Got a couple plaques up on my shelf Money in the safe at the crib just to feel my wealth Think Im gonna put it all on the line I think Im really gonna do it this time I think I got a whole lot on my mind Somebody tell God right now He need to hit my line Now I aint sayin this my Jesus Walks Im just sayin, God, I need to talk Too many kids in the community outlined in chalk Scared of drive-bys when they should just be scared of the dark Whos really doin they part? They say they dont want messages in rap, it ruins the art Well, here I am, people, yeah, now tear me apart So much happenin in the world, I cant touch on every topic I know You hear it in my voice, make the devil stop it Too many people dyin and baby mamas cryin Its been a long time, God, can You hit my line? Evil politicians, people on Twitter bitchin Hashtaggin, but in real life, they never pitch in I came with conviction, I hope You came to listen No matter how much I ignore it, this message my mission God, hit my line, this world is in critical condition Like a fiend that need fixin, that done battled addiction Been addicted to money, been addicted to fame Addicted to arenas and people screamin my name But its time to let go, its time to make a change So can You hit my line? I know You hear this rhyme But come to think of it, You probably hear this all the time Probably hear this all the time I think its gonna be a good day Homie got the nine in the glove and he dont play Had a lot of hard times, but its okay 101 on the 405, OJ I think its gonna be a good day Homie got the nine in the glove and he dont play Had a lot of hard times, but its okay 101 on the 405, OJ Im feelin normal, yeah, Im feelin myself Feelin good, yeah, Im feelin my health Got a couple plaques up on my shelf Money in the safe at the crib just to feel my wealth Think Im gonna put it all on the line I think Im really gonna do it this time I think I got a whole lot on my mind Somebody tell God right now He need to hit my line This album was written over the course of one week And mainly created in just four studio sessions between Logic and No. I.D. But perfected over the course of the year that followed39Embed

Relaxation Lyrics Relax yourself girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Yeah, alright, yo— Couple days ago, I met the illest latina Her demeanor was unexplainable, you shoulda seen her Thick thighs, nice ass Body like an hourglass Didn’t hesitate to break a brother neck Second, she passed I was like, “What’s up?” To which she replied, “How you doin’?” I said, De nada momma but your beauty I’m pursuin’ And I said I’m about to win the lottery She asks “How?” I said, “Your seven digits right now” and made her smile Now we conversing and she feelin’ my style I can tell by the way she talkin’ That she down to go the mile Had a couple drinks, now we headed back to her place The shade of red from her lipstick all over my face I’m tryin’ to hit it, split it Baby girl you gonna let me get it? She said, “Hold up ok, I don’t get down like that” I said I know beautiful girl But I get down like that So let me heat it up, eat it up Go crazy and beat it up “Damn Papi, how you even know I like it rough?” The way you was feelin’ on me When kissing revealed enough I wanna scratch you, provoke you Bite you, choke you But just a little, bite your legs Dig up in the middle “Hold up, wait a secondNigga, you gotta condom?” Come on beautiful girl, of course, I’ve got protection I stay with Magnums and I ain’t talkin’ Smith and Wesson I keep undressin’ Girl I’m about to teach you a lesson After I hit it she says “Bobby I have a confession, I think I love you!” I said What the fuck?” Thinkin’ to myself, Damn, I shoulda never cuff Kissed her on the cheek Hit the lights, then she fell asleep So I snuck out the bathroom window on the creep, like Relax yourself girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down Relax yourself, girl, please settle down (The next day, the next day, the next day, the next day, yo The next day, the next day, the next-) Yeah, yeah, yo Now I’m out the door Downtown is where I’m about to go Got a meeting with my boy Chris about a dope show So I hail a cab, jump in, but so does some girl Beautiful, pretty eyes with luxurious curls I said, “No fair” She smiled and said, “Why don’t we share?” What a success, lookin’ at her chest Thinkin’ if her breasts was a test, she would fail Fresh tip nails Type of ass make a brother train of thought derail As we converse, I could tell that she feelin’ my style Get the pussy wet, that’s the mission As long as she listen to my words Feelin’ on the curves Only lips I’m thinkin’ bout kissin’ is hers I can barely fight the urge Only thing that matter right now Is these two verbs I’m talkin’ me and you So fine, I’d think I’d start seeing you Her body was a work of art like Hieroglyphics Too much detail to go into specifics Now I’m diggin’ shorty Like an archeologist tryin’ a bone Searchin’ for a queen to take the throne The type of girl to love And call her my own I’m just a bachelor Looking for a bachelorette Baby, maybe you can persuade me To give you love you couldn’t imagine yet Kiss you on the neck then I sedate the pussy like a vet Got the shorty rollin’ like a movie set Take her to the Rio I’m not talking about G-burg I’m talking De Janeiro, spend dinero like its reverb Expansion Couple kids runnin round the mansion Day dreamin’, getting ahead of my self Advancin’, but, come on, girl Now come and give me love I know we just met but romance is like a drug You know we go together Like sympathy and hugs So I write this girl a symphony And tell her that I love her everything Girl, I love your everything You know I love your everything I said I love your everything Yeah, love your everything Girl, I love your everything24Embed

As I Am Lyrics Alright, run it I know what its like To be all, all depressed And not wanna go out and And live life man Thats not healthy man You cant be living like that, whats wrong with you? Hi Yeah, hey you, yeah you Yeah, yeah, uh-huh I know you been feeling down Theres— somethings pissing you off And somethings wrong— you know what Were gonna— Im gonna cheer you up Im gonna help you out Just go ahead and just And just listen alright? Here we go Hi there, hey friend, how are you Cheer on up, you superstar, you Dont let them try you Fuck that shit, dont let them deny you Cause youre gonna make it some day And youre gonna make it some way No more waitin’ for the bus And no more riding on the subway Live life how you want to So get on up, now, go get out there Face your fears, no need to be scared You better rebel And if they hate you, give em hell No more hiding in your shell Cause we are not defined By how hard we fall So, dust yourself off and stand tall ‘Cause you can make it Of this, I’m sure Just spread your wings and you will soar I know I know, know that Im gonna blow You away And when I wake up Im gonna shake up the fuckin world And youre gonna love me Youre gonna take me as I am And not a single one of you can tell me no Ohh, yeah Ima go where nobody before me has gone And I know that the journey is gonna be long Livin life like a mademan like a don I was in the dark but now all the lights on Its real hard on the rise to fame Cause everybodys mad and youre the one to blame And just last year you didnt know my name - Logic Now they all demand it Used to hate me and I cant stand it Cause now you love me you so damn manic Said Ill never make it said Ill fail My ship would sink But motherfucker I sailed I know Im gonna prevail Eyes on the prize right on my trail Middle finger to the haters that are on my tail Cause I got heart boy I got spunk Feelin just like Jordan before the dunk And if you fuck around Ima put you in the trunk Ha, Im just playin around Wait for the sound Wait for the sound Oow I know I know, know that Im gonna blow You away And when I wake up Im gonna shake up the fuckin world And youre gonna love me Youre gonna take me as I am And not a single one of you can tell me no Ohh, yeah I swear to God that I love the life I live And Im grateful for every breath it gives I remember thinkin somethings gotta give New day but it all just feels the same No clouds but I can feel the rain Pointin fingers lookin for someone to blame Til I came across my own name I wasnt in control of my destiny Feelin empty thinkin Wheres the rest of me? I gotta make it but I need the recipe Only then will I find the best of me I didnt wanna listen, didnt give a fuck I was so selfish, I was so stuck Cleanin up food, for a little buck Then I quit that, livin on luck I was so lost, at what cost? Why be the worker when you could be the boss? Still doin wrong, tryna live right Get my mind righteous, man, what a fight Shit gettin tight, man that aint right And my girl left, so I just might So I just might Go home to where the, wild things roam, and the Happiness last, and the Haters kiss my ass Go home to where the, wild things roam, and the Happiness last, and the Haters kiss my ass12Embed

Wizard Of Oz Lyrics Bitch, Ive been runnin my city like I am the Wizard of Oz I dont do this shit for nothin but the family and the squad Money aint everything, tell me now, whats that money to a god? If they tell you money make you better than others, then somebody lied Bitch, Ive been runnin my city like I am the Wizard of Oz I dont do this shit for nothin but the family and the squad Money aint everything, tell me now, whats that money to a god? If they tell you money make you better than others, then somebody lied I just paid ten million in taxes Finger-fuck all of them bastards way back in my GED classes I dont mean to stunt on they asses, but Im finna stunt on they asses Yeah, Im finna stunt on they asses Fast forward, I rap for the masses, from Maryland to Calabasas Its on, all this other shit thats on my mind now My girl said she wanna let me find out Im way too diverse to stay in one lane Increase the autotune so yall could feel the pain Pour that drink up and might have to catch a vibe I am way too turnt right now, dont need to drive I might fuck around and say some real shit Like people tend to do when they get real, real lit, yeah Ive been sippin on that liquid courage The beat is tellin me, Dont be discouraged I think Im the best rapper alive Cause they tell me Im the best rapper alive Bitch, Ive been runnin my city like I am the Wizard of Oz I dont do this shit for nothin but the family and the squad Money aint everything, tell me now, whats that money to a god? If they tell you money make you better than others, then somebody lied Bitch, Ive been runnin my city like I am the Wizard of Oz I dont do this shit for nothin but the family and the squad Money aint everything, tell me now, whats that money to a god? If they tell you money make you better than others, then somebody lied 48Embed

Beggin Lyrics Yeah, yeah, yeah Ima get it right now, and never will I give up Homie, this is food for thought, you better fill up Im coming in strong but this song ain’t very long So I gotta make you understand before the beat is gone Homie you are not alone, we are in the zone We are in The Matrix, full of that fake shit Make you wanna grab the gat and go apeshit Living in a world of lies I cant take it Needed someone to save me, Needed someone to hug me Needed a whole world but nobody would love me And I learned from this that people wanna buck me And Ive learned from this, to put no one above me I said I cant take it I know Im gonna make it I know Im not normal but I gotta fake it I swear Im not cocky, I am just confident That when I step on the stage I am dominant and now I am beggin Beggin, beggin you Put your loving hand out, baby Beggin, beggin you Put your loving hand out, darling Sick of living in the dark so Im begging for the light Feeling like Im in a fight every single time a write Cause I gotta make sure that they hear me right Told me that I couldnt do it so when I pick up the mic I gotta kill it with something so real that when they hear it They can feel whats in my soul Lyrical coke-head, yeah homie I gotta blow But first, they gotta know who I is So Im begging for recognition on the mission just to do it big Cause I aint new to this Im true to this Thinking Ima stand up and roll out, homie thats ludicrous Not here to play no games, I’m here to stay and make a change In major ways, so I remain up in the studio for days and days Spittin out these razor blades, dont wanna place no blame But without you, I couldnt get to where Im heading So to everybody, Im beggin Beggin, beggin you Put your loving hand out, baby Beggin, beggin you Put your loving hand out, darling Yeah, yeah, I said this is my path dont mess with me I didnt choose this life it was destiny God tested me to find the best of me And I know Im going to make it even without a degree Cause the test scores dont mean shit to me And when you said that I would fail it didnt get to me Now Im beggin, public masses, please Im way too proud to get down on my knees But Im beggin, put me on the level Fuck Illuminati, thats word to the devil Cause I am not about that, I just wanna love I just wanna grow, I just wanna learn The passion, it burns to write this music Im so late that I just might lose it But dont ever confuse it, its all so worth it I just wanna help hip-hop, not hurt it And as for my style I dont know how to word it Why do you even have to categorize me? Fuck it let em hate, let em all despise me Cause Im gonna take this, flip it up and make this Something that the whole world cannot imagine Let alone fathom Im from another planet I swear Im not manic, listen to me damn it My futures in your hands and so Im beggin Beggin, beggin you Put your loving hand out baby Beggin, beggin You Put your loving hand out, darling Beggin, beggin you Put your loving hand out baby Beggin, beggin you Put your loving hand out, darling20Embed

On the Low Lyrics On the low, whats up with you ho Bitches smokin dro Bet you know Bust like forty four When I spit that flow cuz we go hard Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard Fuck your broad Bitch I bet I could, bitch I bet I would On the low, whats up with you ho Bitches smokin dro Bet you know Bust like forty four When I spit that flow cuz we go hard Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard Fuck your broad Bitch I bet I could, bitch I bet I would Lemme get it, lemme get it, lemme get it right now Thats the shit Ive been on R A double T P A C K You know we shit on Anybody in the way all day Im livin my life boy you know to the fullest These women, they love us, they push us and pull us Just me and my team takin shots without bullets Gettin this money, you know we dont bullshit People they love it, they know the name I got a little change, but Im still the same So break it down, break it down The shit Im rockin, they dont make it now Ive got haters and they talk shit But thats okay, Ive got real shit Thats heartfelt, make you feel shit But right now its time for that trill shit Killers and murderers, dealers and burglars Round my way, they never heard of you From that West Deer Park Where they kill after dark but that never occur to you Been broke, dirt broke While my brothers was hustlin pushin that coke Thats the life of a G, but it wasnt for me And for real, thats the reason I wrote On the low, whats up with you ho Bitches smokin dro Bet you know Bust like forty four When I spit that flow cuz we go hard Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard Fuck your broad Bitch I bet I could, bitch I bet I would On the low, whats up with you ho Bitches smokin dro Bet you know Bust like forty four When I spit that flow cuz we go hard Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard Fuck your broad Bitch I bet I could, bitch I bet I would On the low, I be so high, touchin the sky I got a wood, so fuck the world, until I die If you aint know, its Kid Ink baby, representin Alumni Im off three shots but, you aint hear the gun cock Fat ass blunt nigga, yours looks sun dried What it do, Im on two Tell em straight up, no juice Never goin back to the broke old days But Ive got a room full of retro Js Never seen these, look back at it I see your bank and I laugh at it Blowin kush up, like an air mattress One hit will leave a nigga asthmatic And we goin up, aint nobody sober Know that molly, uncut, eighteen and over Got three chains, two girls, hangin over my shoulders Give it up in one motion, know that money is the motive On the low, whats up with you ho Bitches smokin dro Bet you know Bust like forty four When I spit that flow cuz we go hard Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard Fuck your broad Bitch I bet I could, bitch I bet I would On the low, whats up with you ho Bitches smokin dro Bet you know Bust like forty four When I spit that flow cuz we go hard Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard Fuck your broad Bitch I bet I could, bitch I bet I would My time, my time is now I cannot wait They say that love, it comes with hate When I made it out the streets Is when that love it turned to hate I didnt turn up, I turned away The time is short, no time to waste All these niggas up in my face, they aint my friends All these niggas up in my face, they aint my friends Ive got fam servin fiends And fiends I call my fam If you wanna keep your bitch Then make sure she dont cross my path Cuz if she do, she see my shoes She peep my swag, she get online Check my background Bitch you seen that cash My only motto about that money is get more My only motto about that money is get more On the low, whats up with you ho Bitches smokin dro Bet you know Bust like forty four When I spit that flow cuz we go hard Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard Fuck your broad Bitch I bet I could, bitch I bet I would On the low, whats up with you ho Bitches smokin dro Bet you know Bust like forty four When I spit that flow cuz we go hard Like that shit they hustle on the boulevard Fuck your broad Bitch I bet I could, bitch I bet I would30Embed

Common Logic / Midnight Marauder Lyrics May I ask in what way your life is contributing to society as you sit here day after day after day in this dark room, stringing along on that stupid guitar? Have you ever thought about that? What are you doing for the world or for other people? Day after day, hour after hour, night after night Logic Me and my homies just chillin feelin the vibes This the time of our lives but many dont realize Havin visions of livin on another level, never signed to the Devil The rebel that be fuckin round with the treble Bumping Tribe in the system like penicillin, motherfucker Im killing, spittin venomous never remember this its like a system Say it then I do it, I never missed em Fuck em after I kissed em, sit back and listen My chain, it glisten, its like Im from another dimension Did I mention my circles smaller than an intervention Then some beautiful women tell me Im handsome Then I snatch they heart and make the pussy the ransom I fuck em until inside they belly burst Stop it, drop the beat and then we cue the verse Spitting lyrics like how a Mac-11 really disperse Slaughter MCs and resurrect them when they in the hearse They say I got too many styles, bitch Ive been diverse They scared to jump in the cipher, I be all up in it first My apologies but if youre after me then it gets worse When I come through I spit voodoo and leave em cursed Common logic Sinatra Seven times out of ten we listen to our music at night, thus spawned the title of this program — Midnight Marauder Sounds like some, some 90s shit Midnight Marauder, Its a good farewell Midnight Marauder, Uh, I suppose, yeah, music This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this I even made this beat myself just so yall could feel this From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest We the RattPack, in other words, the tribe thats next Its been a long time and I aint even in my prime I remember many moons ago spitting the realest lines On the come up, matter fact it was long before that Before I bought my first mic, before I could afford that This is a letter to the underground, the place where Im from This is a letter to the fans that understand what Ive done And even though I gotta leave, man, dont none of yall grieve Cause even in the mainstream that lyricism I breathe Some of yall love my raw records, some of yall dont Some of yall will love my radio shit, some of yall wont Just like my race, my music has always been yin and yang Something for everybody, no not just one lane And on the real, Ill never forget the day I got my deal Full creative control and the money was unreal Started from the bottom and got here cause of my skill And I never set a goal that I didnt plan to fulfil This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this I even made this beat myself just so yall could feel this From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest We the RattPack, in other words the tribe thats next This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this I even made this beat myself just so yall could feel this From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest We the RattPack, in other words the tribe thats next This is the realest Yeah, yeah, this the realest The realest, say what? Say what? This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this I even made this beat myself just so yall could feel this From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest We the RattPack, in other words the tribe thats next This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this I even made this beat myself just so yall could feel this From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest We the RattPack, in other words the tribe thats next This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this I even made this beat myself just so yall could feel this From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest We the RattPack, in other words the tribe thats next This is the realest This is the realest Youre not any less of a man if you dont pull the trigger. Youre not necessarily a man if you do. This concludes the Midnight Marauder program. Press any key to return to the main menu I hope yall understand. Yall get it. Just have fun, you know what I mean? Enjoy the music, thats what it is at the end of the day. Its just good fucking music, man. Yeah boy28Embed

State of Emergency Lyrics Yeah, yeah, yeah 2 Chainz Okay, I think these niggas is tryin me The irony, I used to iron jeans that had the heavy crease You know my destiny is somewhere over the catastrophe You know your majesty You dont smoke strong, thats muscle atrophy Thats such a tragedy I see murder like its Master P Drug dealin academy, summa cum laude I made As, rarely made a B Watch 1080p, cost 80 apiece I need 80G, verses ADD It was me versus the APD Cause they know Im ballin hard like the ACC I ride this beat like an ATV To see me you need HDTV Bein broke is like an allergy Ballin with my homies now, everybody know me now But they dont really know me now Yeah, this shit is real life Haters talk shit, but deep down still wonder what it feel like Yeah, you know I am right, I just signed a 30 million dollar deal How that feel? Goddamn right, no, that aint a rapper flex I just gotta let em know That money dont mean shit without self-respect Built myself an empire You can have rap, Ima set the whole wide world on fire RattPack, thats a fact How you go from Bobby Tarantino to the boom bap? Its a trap Bring it right back, I do it all cause Im like that You cant put me in a box, my talent put me in the mansion Rap without Logic, like the game with no expansion Answer, damn Im feelin handsome I aint in the club throwin dollars, Im at GameStop Member used to sell trees on the same block I went platinum and double platinum then triple platinum From rappin, Im snappin, Im snappin They wonder what happened They was hatin, now they clappin like, Yeah, yeah Bobby got the Grammy this year Call me Nostradamus, not cocky, Im honest, well to be honest I spit the finest of flows, I count cash, you count hoes Youll never get, thats why your shit is counterfeit This that Reasonable Doubt shit, Jay in his prime This a state of emergency, now sound the alarm Im comin for your neck, but first Ima slice off the arm Of anybody who ever try to bite the hand that fed em Im too powerful, try to double-cross me and I dead em Kill em with kindness, you too weak like 7 x 2 So show some respect when this muscle comes through, woo!28Embed

Celebration Lyrics Ayy, its a celebration, bitches Came a long way from bus stops and washing dishes From rags to bitches Stovetop to Mastros, man, this shit is delicious People denying my past like that shit is fictitious Im Spike Spiegel, but Im known to be vicious I get under peoples skin like stitches No strings attached, I just let it dissolve Give it time and then let it resolve Its been a minute now, my style feeling infinite now Used to people pulling me down, it aint shit to me now Dont let it get to me now Threw out my phone, they cant get to me now Keep it humble, but love to get big head Bad bitches wanna fuck me, I get money instead I mean whats rap without a little braggadocio? Fuck people telling me to rap just how Im supposed to Most people wanna tell you what to do Cause its what they wanna do if they had an opportunity to But too scared Thats why they live vicariously through you Logic, what you should do is rap like Uh, uh, nah, Id rather not Thats why Im in a mansion and you sleeping on a cot But you still study everything I drop Too many people wanna tell you what you can and cannot Go to school, get a job, get married and have kids People gon tell you what to do for long as you live Break the cycle, and shoot for the stars, Moonwalk like Michael To be a leader, first, you gotta be a disciple For the beat, the rhymes, the streets, the dimes You wanna try to eat, motherfucker, this my time For the beat, the rhymes, the streets, the dimes You wanna try to eat, motherfucker, this my time Ayy, its a celebration, yall, celebration now Wherever I go in the nation, they celebrating my style Its a celebration, yall, celebration now Wherever I go in the nation, they celebrate the style Look I cant front, we was hyped up for some nosebleeds Now we sitting courtside, still posted in my white tee Im a Golden State Warrior when Im spittin this Like KD from MD, thats Montrose, so venomous You know its me, Silas never jumpin for your bitch ass Im hopping on a plane thats first class Member back in the day, we used to fast Had no money in the bank account My cousin showed me, pushing weight Almost stabbed at the transit in the dead of the night These fucking zombies, but really thats beyond me Tryna live my dreams from everything that I seen as a young man So if you see me rapping, know I got the upper hand But on the other hand, you see a couple rubber bands And now Logic really out here makin dreams come true Bobby Boy Records spittin thorough Every time I grab the mic, Im paintin murals Doing shows in other countries, coming back with Euros This that type of flow that really make your girl go Im marvelous, Im all of this Thats why your girl all on my dick I make em cum, boy, you make em sick My net worth get the bank grossed out No I.D. up on the beat, but 6ix, he kill it, no doubt This a revelation, memories when I drive the M5 or the bus station I have evolved, yous a motherfuckin crustacean What more can I say? Run it back and they hit replay Bobby Boy Records, yeah, we celebratin all day For the beat, the rhymes, the streets, the dimes You wanna try to eat, motherfucker, this my time For the beat, the rhymes, the streets, the dimes You wanna try to eat, motherfucker, this my time Ayy, its a celebration, yall, celebration now Wherever I go in the nation, they celebrating my style Its a celebration, yall, celebration now Wherever I go in the nation, they celebrate the style Logic and his crew played chess mercilessly throughout the albums creation19Embed

Growing Pains II Lyrics I’m on the come up Anything that yall do Ill one-up Yall grind till like 3 in the morning; I grind till the sun up Homie, that’s dedication This world is what I’m facing I only hope in the end that they all love and embrace him (Im tryna right my wrongs But its funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, man) Mama, I’m sorry that I left at 17 Everything ain’t what it seems when you try to follow your dreams First you saw the bigger picture, now you see behind the scenes You thought everything was sweet, now you see that shit is mean Got a taste now you a fiend, been into it since a teen Yeah, he nice and all his friends say he gon’ blow like Hiroshim Eyes on the prize like the baddest bitch you ever seen At home late night, chillin, envisioning Himself on the cover of Vibe magazine But everything ain’t what it seems, though it seem like he gon’ blow Will he make it? Maybe so To be honest, I don’t know He got lyrics, he got flow But it takes so much mo So much love So much pain With such little time to grow Yeah, we love it when he smile But hate it when he frown I remember when that girl turned his world upside down But it made his music better Brought emotion made it clever Now he growing everyday But he hungry tryna eat Brain like an EKG the way that he study the beat Now we know that he gon’ make it and he won’t accept defeat Now I ain’t tryna be mean Now I ain’t tryna be mean But everything ain’t what it seem (Im tryna right my wrongs But its funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, man) Momma, I’m sorry that I left at 17 So many times have I designed a rhyme to blow your mind Cause I know that I wasn’t destined to live a life of crime I remember Christmases with no presents I used to fear my future now I dread my adolescence Living the life of Logic Really ain’t what it’s cut out to be Cause if I couldn’t rap yall wouldn’t give a fuck about me Hip-hop is politics Filled with nothing but strife and stress Cause–time is money and it’s hard to invest Step on the stage, I get the honeys so wet Rockin thousand-dollar tuxes, sippin on nothing but Moet Thinkin I’m so set, but really I ain’t done shit yet This game is war and in my mind I’m like a Vietnam vet Now, I’m on the come up Anything that yall do I’ll one-up Yall grind till 3 in the morning; I grind till the sun up Homie, that’s dedication This world is what I’m facing I only hope in the end that they all love and embrace him (Im tryna right my wrongs But its funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, man) Momma, I’m sorry that I left at 17 For the motherfuckers that hated: I made it Slowly elevated, escalated onto another level, ha My flow is crack, the game is Whitney, yup Fame is Bobby on their first date: it ain’t hit me yet Now, visualizing driving down the horizon While you despising the fact that I’m rising So much hate within this world this shit is so traumatizing Steppin to me and you better be alphabetically ready Aim steady Lyricism sharp as machete I got it already See I was born to sell records Yall destined to sell tunes All up in your headphones Killing booths like cellphones Cause everything ain’t what is seems It ain’t just him it takes a team At the ten headed to the zone in his mug mean Yeah, the quarterback shines, but not without a sense of safety So truly he is me and motherfucker you can’t face me Now I’ve had a lot of doubt But I had to throw that out Cause I find that they listen when I rhyme not when I shout And right now shit is rocky With me and my girl See music is my moon but this shawty is my world Think about you all the time Turn that shit into a rhyme Cause sometimes you can ignore me But the beat listens just fine Tell me do you even know If you truly want to grow Hate letters when I’m writing Love Jones all I know Cause everything ain’t what it seem (Im tryna right my wrongs But its funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, man) Momma, I’m sorry that I left at 17 Living a life you only dream about Flow angelic but now it’s time to bring the demon out Can you feel me? I said it’s hard being a saint inside a sinner’s body You know its hard living as Logic after living as Bobby This is the life I depicted As a child I picked it Feeling conflicted To music I am addicted Not one of yall can predict it So many bars I’m feeling convicted Now writing like a felon I’m selling homie who you telling While yall do everything by the book fuck that I’m rebelling Cause bitch I’m on another level A level you aint seen A level that is truly only deemed for a king The second you listen it’s my mission to murder any rendition Busting with precision If you in my vision I’m never missing, ah! Logic administer sinister verses like a minister for the listener Can you motherfuckers feel me?25Embed

Obediently Yours Lyrics This is Logic Ive spoken these words before but not on the radio To be born free is to be born in debt To live in freedom without fighting slavery To profiteer I have met Southerners who expect and fear a Negro insurrection I see no purpose in withholding this from general discussion There may be those within that outcast ten percent of the American people who someday will strike back at their oppressors But to put down that mob, a mob would rise Id like to ask, please: who will put down that mob? Im an overpaid producer with pleasant reasons to rejoice, and I do In the wholesome practicability of the profit system But surely, my right to having more than enough is cancelled If I dont use that more to help those who have less I owe the very profit I make to the people I make it from If this is radicalism, it comes automatically to most of us in show business It being generally agreed that any public man owes his position to the public Thats what I mean when I say Im your obedient servant We must, each day, earn what we own A healthy man owes to the sick all that he can do for them An educated man owes to the ignorant all that he can do for them A free man owes to the worlds slaves all that he can do for them And what is to be done is more, much more, than good works Christmas baskets, bonuses and tips, and bread and circuses There is only one thing to be done with slaves Free them If we cant die in behalf of progress, we can live for it Progress, we Americans take to mean, a fuller realization of democracy The measure of progress, as we understand it, is the measure of equality enjoyed by all men We can do something about that The way our fighting brothers and sisters looked at it Some of them dead as I speak these words The way they looked at it, were lucky And theyre right, were lucky to be alive But only if our lives make life itself worth dying for We must be worthy of our luck or we are damned Our lives were spared, but this is merely the silliest of accidents Unless we put the gift of life to the hard employments of justice If we waste that gift, we wont have anywhere to hide from the indignation of history I want to say this The morality of the auction block is out of date There is no room in the American century for Jim Crow Tomorrows democracy discriminates against discrimination Its charter wont include the freedom to end freedom Race hate isnt human nature, race hate is the abandonment of human nature But this is true There are alibis for the phenomenal excuses, economic and social But the brutal fact is simply this Where the racist lies acceptable, there is corruption The race haters must be stopped, the lynchings must be stopped The murders must be avenged I come in that boys name and in the name of all, who, in this land of ours, have no voice of their own I come with a call for action This is the time for it I call for action against the cause of riot It wont surprise me if Im accused in some quarters of inciting to riot Well, Im very interested in riots, Im very interested in avoiding them So I call for action against the cause of riots Law is the best action, the most decisive Its in the peoples power to see to it that what makes lynchings and starts wars is dealt with Not by well-wishers, but by policemen, and I mean good policemen Over several generations, maybe therell be men who cant be weaned away from the fascist vices of race hate But we should deny such men responsibility in public affairs Exactly as we deny responsibility to the wretched victims of the drug habit There are laws against peddling dope There can be laws against peddling race hate But every man has the right to his own opinion as an American boasts But race hate is not an opinion, its a phobia It isnt a viewpoint, race hate is a disease In a peoples world, the incurable racist has no rights He must be deprived of influence in a peoples government He must be segregated, as he himself would segregate the colored and semitic peoples Anything very big is very simple If theres a big race question, theres a big answer to it And a big answer is simple, like the word no America can write her name across this century, and so she will If we, the people, brown and black and red Rise now to the great occasion of our brotherhood It will take courage It calls for the doing of great deeds, which means the dreaming of great dreams Giving the world back to its inhabitants is too big a job for the merely practical No one of us will live to see a blameless peace We strive and pray and die for what will be here when were gone Our childrens children are the ancestors of a free people To the generations: the fight is worth it And that just about means that my time is up When my times up, I remain as always, obediently yours Arjun Ivatury21Embed

24 Freestyle Lyrics Feeling this villainous vibe Feeling, feeling this villainous vibe Uh Chip on my shoulder, fuck is you sayin ? Swear to God our fathers were playing nigga relay the message Breathless, every morning was forced to skip on breakfast Mama told me dont let these peasants throw rocks at a king Pawns tend to carry on with no conscience Straight non-sense, pay homage or Ks vomit, verbal Fucker wanna know Biggie was making certain while niggas was getting iffy Heart is bigger than derrières of Vicky and Nicki But fuck up and diss me, this shit will 360 And must I mention my body count? Its murderous to be humble Murder is to be humble? Ever heard of me stumble? I was born in the jungle where niggas bellys will rumble Get checked for thinking or mumble But yall still stuck on rap Fuck all that I do this in my slumber, merely ventilation Tryna stay afloat beyond the bullshit I swear that Im lost inside of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack Or Nasir with the fatigue, I felt stifle, streets disciple My raps are trifle, I shoot slugs for my...you get the picture I was raised in Miami, niggasll smack your coofie Just for acting coochie, your goofy actions will never move me No sir, needy no, all my homies is ready to roll Never the matter the chitter and chatter I did it cause I can machete the flow And comeback, heres a fun fact Im not a dumb act, run that Little punk rat, fuck it, Puns back In the middle of Little Havana Holding a hammer outside with pajamas Better watch your grammar around me These haters surround me, I swear its unnecessary Gambino, you childish niggas could never see the shit that I do VMG, yes nigga VMG Only competition that we see is TDE Feeling this villainous vibe Feeling, feeling this villainous vibe Happy birthday to my nigga doe Ima be the guy that rap slow, sike nah Dictating bitches and smoking Cubans, Im Castro My life is like a movie, and I be the director And just to get a small role, got bitches acting extra I wrote this verse in one minute cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes Intelligent, but Im getting brain from bitches thats dumb fine Got punchlines like prom with the, world on my palm I knew that we would blow up cause bitch, we be the bomb RattPack out to get the cheese, drop a verse, get fifty Gs Hit the studio drunk as fuck but still drop a verse with ease I dont give a fuck Bitch you know the flow is second nature With no pen and paper break it down disintegrate a hater, wassup Feeling this villainous vibe Feeling, feeling this villainous vibe Yeah Lets have a money conversation Four hundred thousand from Eminem thats a payment Kennedy Reagans presidential arrangement Please dont let this Pop kid take you back to the basement Im still here screaming Beautiful Mind Sick of the noodles of rhyming on my cubical grind So I just grew and decided to put true in your spine Ooodles and boodles of blue bags from Louis Vuitton Getting money with lawyers we have a Jew of a time With liquor in a Poland Spring like Im Junior at prom Yes I chose the pop charts Im doing the crime And that just means Im fucking dope to you and your mom Uh working in the summer, AC on freezing Working in the winter like I got no heaters, uh Spring rolls at the damn four seasons In the Red Octobers screaming thank you Yeezus Feeling this villainous vibe Feeling, feeling this villainous vibe Uh feeling this villainous vibe Chilling with me and my Tribe Gotta spit this to survive How long have I been alive? Twenty-four years and counting not including my mama womb Im here in the lab, and Ill be here until the tomb Album coming soon, watch the RattPack consume Ayo, yeah Ive been on that real shit That fun shit Spit artillery, like a gunship Vs up we run shit Dont come around with that dumb shit its scandalous In the studio in Los Angeles At No I.D. spot hit you with the heat rock goddamn With Bobby on the board everybody on the floor Hold up let me take a breath here come more This a freestyle let me redirect my intellect Drop this shit just for fun, its all over the internet Cause bitch Im in effect Wait hold up, yall aint get the Memo? You Lumbergh rappers is Initech Bitch Ive been a fact Hit you like Hiroshima then intercept Check it, yo, see Now all the real fans know the album goin be crazy Spit it off the top and get dirty like Pat Swayze From the cover of XXL Fuck around and then propel Tour coming soon man I know the tickets finna sell Really, coming for everybodys Achilles Put my own money into this album, like half a milli Its Logic, coming for their neck no disrespect I did this shit in two minutes or less Spent a year on the album, who knows what to expect Spent a year on the album, who knows what to expect This is Logic Happy birthday to me motherfucker Its my birthday! Feeling this villainous vibe Feeling, feeling this villainous vibe136Embed

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Disgusting Lyrics Welcome everyone to the Sinatra spectacular Yeah, yeah, you already know what it is RattPack boy Castro Logic Sinatra Real all the time Yeah, pass the mic before I jack it like gore-tex Bust like raw sex, rappers suck like vortex The life of a Don- We living like kings, and killing our pawns Boy, the seconds it’s on, don’t know where we going I’m flowing and killing this shit from dusk til dawn Just had sex with a Middle Eastern girl- The pussy was bomb That last line made no sense like these rappers’ careers But I make dollars, cause I’m all about the fiscal year Yeah; you don’t like me? I’ll conjure up and summon all your fears You wanna fight me? I’ll woop my own ass before you get here Wanna write me? And tell me that my rhymes suck? Bitch I don’t give a fuck, I’ll stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck You can ask my ex, I bust quicker than two techs Caressed by a kid with category 5 tourettes In other words, I squeeze with ease, dot my I’s and cross my T’s I’m a perfectionist; the lesson is fuck everyone assessing this It’s hip-hop, not to be taken literally However on the light of note I stayed with bills like Hillary My flow convects, murder subjects with little respect Best protect your neck, before you play my tape better inspect the deck Fuck every other rapper forever ever forever since the dawn of time Sike- I’m not that much of a dick when I rhyme On another level like duplex, bust heads like suplex Slaughter emcees then ask who’s next Ayo my crew next, but you say you next, so I guess we now Priceless flow so even if I write, it’s still a freestyle Never busting gats I ain’t no gangster put that heat down Then go and grab a mic and see if you can fuck with me now I got that A plus flow I’m on a roll bitch I can’t fail Making money with my mind, call that shit a brain sell Raise hell, like I’m Satan’s daddy while you in here Catch me in a tinted caddy with a bitch from Cincinnati With the thickest fatty while I hit the gas, you lick it gladly With the window down see other bitches blowing kisses at me It’s a fact that me and Logic rip with vicious rap to list a wrap We spittin’ crack to keep the fiends, coming back to show world Reppin Maryland but I make music for the whole world Seduce a chick with lyrics whenever she hear it, it make her toes curl So sick I hope I don’t hurl, if you love me let me go girl Cause no pussy come before my flow, just had to let you know girl Spit it so thorough and in depth, I bet I leave you impressed RattPack be my family, I fuck with y’all no incest Only interest is to blow up, and watch they hands go up Cause I used to throw shows back then but no one would show up I ain’t all about the money but I want it homie sho nuff Cause Krispie crazy bout’ the cream, you could say I’m dough nuts I murdered my manager Chris last night We exchanged a couple words, he said some things I didn’t like I said Okay… then punched him in the face with a butcher knife I want more like Ashton Kutcher’s wife Now can you feel it? They wont Gimme what I want, so fuck it I’ma steal it I’ll dilapidate you, grab the butter knife and decapitate you Yeah that’s what I said – huh, and bitch I did it We all have thoughts like this; I’m just willing to admit it I would never act upon these thoughts now, don’t you get it? It’s like when a gentleman sees the baddest bitch and thinks, “I’d hit it!” But he never says it; I’ll dump your body in a dessert It’s the wrath of a psychopath clutching a razor blade in a bath Having his last laugh, anticipating a gash- the other night I murdered captain crunch Right in front of Toucan Sam and a whole damn bunch That’s life, what can I say? I’m a cereal killer, venereal dealer And yes you know they ain’t none other iller It’s Logic Just last week, I murdered a rock Injured a stone, Hospitalized a brick I’m so mean, I make medicine sick23Embed

Young Sinatra II Lyrics Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Various women Im swimming in like a shark Hold up, that was the first one, let me run it back and restart Young Sinatra ripping the beat apart Shining like a diamond when I be rhyming But yall in the dark On point like a poisonous dart I can feel it now, the fame is comin soon How can sky be the limit when theres footprints on the moon? Now, I used to bus tables, now I bust rhymes Spitting lines to the illest of dimes just to pass the time Living like a Don, mafietic mind state Hip-hop heads never die, we multiply then dominate Now I been flowin since a adolescent up until the present Rehearsin flows for various shows Yeah, thats how I roll Gettin respected, never neglected As I infect it, they detect it, when I disect it Rip it and wreck it, now thats on the record As the vinyl spin so slowly Bringing verses like a Holy Bible, my flow is tribal Meet me in the street homie Im liable To get it right then and there Motherfuckers like, Where? He come from? Got music for days and then some They were stepping confident until I made em run You know its Logic In your vicinity murder evil entities better known as your enemies You feel it now Spark the L and you be coolin Chillin relaxin to this audio satisfaction I leave emcees missin in action, leave you gashin From a thousand lashes While Im laughing with a passion Stand over you smiling til I hear sirens and now Im dashing Lifes a bitch and then you die That buck that bought the bottle Coulda struck the lotto Lifes a bitch and then you die Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some This second verse is dedicated to rappers that never made it Cause they gave up on their dream In other words they hesitated to take it But I swear Ima make it better than ever before Cause half of yall dont even know See I be rolling through the streets In a beamer bomber like Hiroshima Hit you like Katrina til they like, Damn Gina! I eat MCs like fast food, hella rude Im the reason that your favorite rappers in a bad mood My name is Logic, I was born in 1990 Aint no need to remind me That when you listen you wanna rewind me All the labels wanna sign me for the right reasons We aim to please Huntin dollars and its buck season Cause Lifes a bitch and then you die Thats why we get high Cause you never know when youre gonna go Lifes a bitch and then you die Thats why we puff lye Cause you never know when youre gonna go Lifes a bitch and then you die Thats why we get high Cause you never know when youre gonna go Lifes a bitch and then you die Ayo, put the Grants over there in the safe, you know what Im sayin? ‘Cause we spendin these Jacksons. The Washingtons go to wifey, you know how that go Im sayin this is what its all about, right? Clothes, bankrolls and hoes, you know what Im sayin? You know, then what, man? What- what? 9Embed

COMMANDO Lyrics Make it pop Make it pop Make it drop Dont stop Make it pop Make it pop Make it drop Dont stop Make it pop Make it pop Make it drop Dont stop Make it pop Make it pop Make it drop Dont stop You got a Rolex but cant tell the time cause you stupid as fuck Dont fuck around, bitch I do what I love, yes I do what I want Uh, hit up my homie T-Money, he supply the weed for the blunt Yeah, hit up my homie T-Money, he supply the weed for the month I do it all, do what I want and I go where I want, but cant go to the mall Cause if I did, theyd shut that bitch down like Rap Justin Bieber, best believe, when Im around, they go crazy They go crazy, ride this dick girl, dont get lazy like Oh! That shit they love, right? PLP, but keep that in the glove, right? Michael Jackson on these hoes, you know I keep a glove Boss up like Lando, like Donald Glove Yeah, my girl go commando, you know I love Light the scented candle, then you know I grub Cant fuck with no basic bitch who want a thug Bobby sell albums, no he dont sell drugs Make it pop Make it pop Make it drop Dont stop Make it pop Make it pop Make it drop Dont stop Make it pop Make it pop Make it drop Dont stop Logic hit my line, he said Netsil, rehtorb ym, hguoht tenretni eht kaerb em pleh I said Say no more So gather round, but let me just say this before Ladies and gentlemen, the moment yall been waiting for Gerald and Bobby, the clash of the titans, go tell somebody The world has been waiting, the world has been watching, you finally got it They always compare us, they pit us against us, yeah, but thats not it So get the fuck off me, my brother, he said he dont fuck with nobody Im feelin godly, wearin all white Rewritin history, did it tonight My OG told me we did it right E-40 told me we did it right Middle school dreams, stay coming true, we doing well Yeah, walk in bodegas, buying my cover of double XL Yeah, fell in love with music, but I know this shits a business now Back to basics, like its Lasiks, got the vision now Been had drive, but I swear this shits just different now Two Ferraris later, everything is clicking now Make it pop Make it pop Make it drop Dont stop Make it pop Make it pop Make it drop Dont stop Make it pop Make it pop Make it drop Dont stop Hehe40Embed

5 Hooks Lyrics Five hooks, man Ayo, this shit only got like five hooks on it, dawg All lyricism, ho I was like, Yo, Im pickin’ up that pen, Im goin fuckin’ crazy I dont give a shit, dawg Yo, we finna, ayo, ayo, fuck Raquel though, fuck that bitch Its what you all been waitin for, aint it? This No Pressure shit kinda got us reacquainted Im happy you could join me in this universe I painted Such a beautiful feeling, I really cant explain it I hit the stage and like a thousand bitches fainted 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 its time for the story’s end, yeah Ayy, Im tryna do shit different now I love this BPM, but this a different style 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 Im happy, some days Im 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 Im fastin, who the illest? Just ask em Louis Vuitton rhyme, relevantly old-fashioned 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, yall know me 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 lets accelerate Dropped the second tape, 2011, and now we elevate Def Jam wanna sign me, its time to celebrate But little did I know, I had so much further to go Lets 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, Im 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, Im like God before Lucifer fell, I raised hell Had bars when I was broke cause I couldnt raise bail But now my bars gold cause Im Wall Street, broker Money like I sell coca, livin La Vida Loca shit That aint 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, aint nothin to it Actually living your life is exponentially different from just being alive48Embed

Dark Place Lyrics Yeah Depression, anxiety got ahold of me Cause people say they want the older me Well, Im thirty, this the oldest me Behold its me, the piece of shit thats not good enough Not black enough, not hood enough Not rich enough, not poor enough My heart has poured enough I been beaten and battered, my confidence shattered Been broken and tattered Im constantly second guessin if my profession is worth it on my mental state Writin this from a dark place with humility and grace Peace, love, and positivity was my nativity But not when socials are in my vicinity Im not runnin from the internet My god, I was at its birth, Ive been a vet Goin berserk like Peter down in Initech, yo, ayy Its deeper than the surface, Im searchin for purpose Im tired of searchin for Logic on Google on purpose just to read that Im worthless I remember makin music alone, just a pen and a microphone But nowadays its hard to get in the zone Writin rhymes was easy before the fame Now Im constantly overthinkin every line, its a shame Rap used to fill me with joy, now its nothin but pain Im stuck in the game, tryna get back from where I came I write this letter for the person whos listenin Fed up and tired of people dismissin em, Im with you I been through what you been through And no amount of money can take away the feelin of insecurity Only through maturity can we overcome Feel like Ive been overrun, feel like its over, Im done Whoever told you success gon make you happy? You been lied to All of my dreams came true but I bleed and cry too Never been perfect, I failed every time I tried to Feelin hated and underappreciated Every time I look in the mirror, I wonder, Why you? Shit, Id love to end this on some positive shit Hit you with punchlines instead of some derogative shit But its okay to be sad sometimes and tired of shit, I guess And people say, Well youre just out for money I say, Thats none of your business You see, a lot of people dont feel happy Unless they have another thing beyond money, which is called status And status, to a very large extent in our economy consists in In having this thing, and that thing, and the other thing, and having a swimming pool A, uh, Ferrari, uh, certain kind of clothes and uh, certain kind of house And so on, and so on, and so on And we think, uh, we need all that Because we havent asked ourselves whether that was what we really wanted They all think they gotta have this, they gotta have that And uh, they dont really want it If they sat back and considered, Do I need all that? Is this trip really necessary? They would come to the conclusion that it wasnt, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha39Embed

Ink Blot Lyrics We are, we are, we are, we are I’m just tryna live my life I’m just tryna do what’s right I’m just tryna gain insight I’m not tryna sleep all through the day and get up at night I’m tryna do it right Can somebody show me the light? I’m just tryna live my life I’m just tryna do what’s right I’m just tryna gain insight I’m not tryna sleep all through the day and get up at night I’m just tryna do it right Can somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody Can somebody Somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody Can somebody Let’s do this shit, that was lit We are, we are, we are, we are We are, we are, we are, we are Yeah Everybody know the real me Something in your mind to feel free So hot they all wanna kill me Been forever but I’m still me I’ma be real, I’m the man I’ma be real I’m the rapper I’ma be real I’m that mothafucka makin millions Now I ain’t no trapper All of this shit is a facade All of this shit is a fallacy I ain’t me, I’m who you want me to be Uh, fuck that Grip the 45 and buck back I been chillin on the tuck back, I been chillin on the tuck Uh, yeah Yup, I been way back in the cut Homie, I don’t give a fuck I’ma keep rapping about all of this shit that don’t matter and makin a buck I’ma keep, I’ma keep, uh I’ma keep rapping about all of this shit that don’t matter and makin a buck, listen up I’ma keep rapping about all of this shit that don’t matter and makin a buck Like wassup Aight, let’s do this shit Let’s get this mothafuckin money, man We ain’t stuntin these little stupid ass bitches Stupid, fake ass niggas out here man You know what I’m sayin? Getting extorted and shit You know what I’m sayin? Fuck y’all niggas, man Perpetratin ass, dumb ass mothafuckas, man All on the Gram, all on the Snapchat with the bullshit Kill yo mothafuckin self, nigga Kill yo mothafuckin self, nigga And tell yo bitch I said slob on my knob That’s crazy! Yo, I’ma keep all this shit for the album Oh they gon love that, they gon be like, Aw fuck29Embed

Feel Good Lyrics Multi-million dollar deals Got a million dollar deal When I was younger I would wonder how a million dollars feel And for real, it feel like I aint even broke the seal Cause when you drop hits they want you to pick up the bill Now my, life is in Maryland My heart is in Chicago New York state of mind but out LA man thats where I go When I need to lay this shit down So much on my mind, thats the reason Im spitting now Finally running the game and everybody tripping now But I cant give a damn I got they bitches dripping now Moet we sipping now Yeah, we came a long way I know a lot of people thought theyd never see the day That we get big like Notorious Cause we battle like warriors in the state of euphoria My team is so fucking glorious So Ima love life while you live life Cause I aint perfect but I do my best to live it right, yeah Are you ready to go? I know the city getting ready for me I know the city getting ready Are you ready to go? I know the city getting ready for me I know the city getting ready I should have took the time to understand the world But I was just too busy tryna understand them girls I never told anyone but I asked my ex to marry me A couple months later the bitch buried me And I know what yall thinking Logic, theres still hope Keep yo chin up mothafucker Aint no reason to mope Plus you got a lot of money and your music is dope Whats all the money in the world if yo heart still broke But lets get back to the subject cause I was off of the topic Hand me the mic and I rock it They say they hate it then jock it, shit I remember no heat in the winter time Now that Im eating haters grilling me like dinner time Tryna make a living off of what weve been giving Since a younging Ive been driven Just tryna do it how I do it, huh From my city to your city, to Chi-city We blowing up at high velocity, waddup Are you ready to go? I know the city getting ready for me I know the city getting ready Are you ready to go? I know the city getting ready for me I know the city getting ready27Embed

Twisted Lyrics Haan, Mafia Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice  Dance like you dancin on a pole Dance, dance like you dancin on a pole Dance like you dancin on a pole Dance, dance like you dancin on a pole Dance like you dancin on a pole Dance, dance like you dancin on a pole Dance like you dancin on a pole Dance, dance like you dancin on a pole Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice Come get twisted with the Juice, Im your nigga Fuck with Montana, bitch, thats my nigga 1 AM, she was callin me papi 2 AM, we met up at the lobby 3 AM, yeah, I was gettin sloppy At 4 AM, I passed her to Rocky This the same bitch, on that same shit Aint got no talent, shes just known for suckin famous dicks Niggas ballin out, buyin all kinda gifts Shawty pussy must be dope, cause niggas cant quit For that fame they bustin, nothin strange to us Bitches tweakin like they on angel dust When I park that Lec, and I slide through the back Bitches hoppin off the pole like, Where the paper at? Fuck with Montana cause Im your nigga Black Rollie, Barack, Ciroc in my liver Who the fuck is this? Pull up in a Gati with a three quarter mink Shawty ridin shotty with a rock like a brick hit Yeah, thats that drip I got brown bags, loads, tic-tac-toe, Xs, Os Dance like you dancin on a pole Three hundred on a coupe, three hundred for the show Doors open up, legs open wide Grind til the night over, I aint come up overnight Twisted off the juice, top off the roof Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice Dance like you dancin on a pole Dance, dance like you dancin on a pole Dance like you dancin on a pole Dance, dance like you dancin on a pole Dance like you dancin on a pole Dance, dance like you dancin on a pole Dance like you dancin on a pole Dance, dance like you dancin on a pole Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice Come get twisted with the Juice, Im your nigga Fuck with Montana, bitch, thats my nigga She said she aint never done no shit like this before I said, I know you aint a ho, but girl just let it go Im finna floor, Im finna catch a flow, like Woah Get your ass up on the pole, let your worries go She said, I know I aint a ho, Im just tryna get this money You know how it go, fosho Bust a nut and then I roll Bitches call me Bobby Tarantino We know Ima get the C-note, then I relocate Fuck her then I bounce, hell nah, I cant do no date 1-800, then I kill the pussy, who can relate? Got a bitch in all states like the fake Denzel Word to Yeezy, my shit breezy, its too easy This money please me, these fake rappers dont appease me If you aint talkin money, you need to talk to French Thats word to Karim, we livin the dream, know what I mean? Whip clean, peanut butter on the inside Bitches be beautiful, but they ugly on the inside, woo Shut your fuckin mouth, cause Bobby Boy he comin through Word to Triple-6, suck up on my dick Slob on my knob, girl youre beautiful, thats word to God Goddamn, Im the man, do it cause I can Dance like you dancin on a pole Dance, dance like you dancin on a pole Dance like you dancin on a pole Dance, dance like you dancin on a pole Dance like you dancin on a pole Dance, dance like you dancin on a pole Dance like you dancin on a pole Dance, dance like you dancin on a pole Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice Twisted off the juice, twisted, twisted off the juice Come get twisted with the Juice, Im your nigga Fuck with Montana, bitch, thats my nigga Coke Boy, baby6Embed

Life Is Good Lyrics Sinatra Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I know that I got it, yeah, we got it over here I know that I got it, yeah, we got it all here Just me and my homies livin life over here Couple bad bitches down to ride, oh yeah I know that I got it if I take my time I know that I got it, everything will be fine Couldnt wait to get it, now we got it over here Couldnt wait to get it, now we got it, oh yeah Tell me what you know about the come up While you at the party I be workin til the sun up, yeah I just wanna live my life, and give you everything that I can give, alright, alright Me and my homies live in Hollywood, but that dont mean we hollywood And if I could reply to every fan Hell yeah, you know I prolly would Live life til I overdose I said it once, had to say it dos I remember livin at Mary Jos, now Im livin like pharaohs I work like a slave, live like a king Cause in the end, I promise money aint a thing I know that I got it, yeah, we got it over here I know that I got it, yeah, we got it all here Just me and my homies livin life over here Couple bad bitches down to ride, oh yeah I know that I got it if I take my time I know that I got it, everything will be fine Couldnt wait to get it, now we got it over here Couldnt wait to get it, now we got it, oh yeah I just wanna do it right I just wanna go tonight Gettin lost in the city lights Gettin lost in the pretty lies Yeah, shout out to Maryland, shout out Chicago Shout out beautiful women that follow where I go Cause I know I got no time for these fake hoes and these fake rhymes We live it up in these great times Always on my mind, this is real life Okay, I guess this is what it feels like Just me and my homies, do you realize? This the type of shit I used to prophesize Eyes on the real, though All yall probably duck down on the real low I switched it up the day I got a deal, yo But Im bringin that real flow And of course a little bit of melody, guess I got the appeal, though But dont ever think Ill be sacrificin with the skill, though I said Im bringin that real flow I member comin up real po Now let me bring it in real slow I know that I got it, yeah, we got it over here I know that I got it, yeah, we got it all here Just me and my homies livin life over here Couple bad bitches down to ride, oh yeah I know that I got it if I take my time I know that I got it, everything will be fine Couldnt wait to get it, now we got it over here Couldnt wait to get it, now we got it, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Yeah27Embed

The Come Up Lyrics Now some guys they just hate for no reason, capiche? Ay yo 6ix, this shit is crazy right? Remember when we used to be in Lenny’s basement and shit? Now where we at? The Come Up Fuck your money, fuck your jewelry, fuck your cars, fuck all your bitches that you got, its obsolete now, all that shit aint fresh no more, fuck all that On the real homie, on the real Tell me how you feel Everything I spit is gold like I got a grill Bet you people talking thought Id sell out once I got a deal Still me and my team, only difference - we live in the hills We living a dream, these bitches perpetrating the skills At the soup kitchen with my mama they giving us meals I was poor in my adolescence but now Im getting mills Come on, tell me how it feels when that brand new record spills Homie this the come up Im from where them drug dealers will run up But I was never bout that shit, I just worked till the sun up Oh yeah Claiming that they got it over there But they never had it over there Motherfucker this the come up Came a long way, this the come up Been a long time coming, its the come up Been a long damn time, its the come up Open your mind, this is work ethic Ninety-nine percent of you couldnt comprehend the method Cause you too wrapped up in the money and bitches I get riches but never sacrifice the art Been real from the start, now break it down That super-duper-killer flow All these bitches in here make you wanna kill a ho Its kind of funny how the flow make me sound ignant But you know the wordplay on another level, isnt it? I been at it since a youngin on a dolo Till I got a team and said bye to doing it solo Bad bitches wanna fuck me on the low though Tryna break the ice she be like, Can I get a photo? A long time comin, what you call that? Shorty blowin up my phone, I promise to call back Unless you a crazy ass bitch Ima tell your ass to fall back This the come up Came a long way, this the come up Been a long time coming, its the come up Been a long damn time, its the come up Maybe baby Logic26Embed

925 Lyrics Now if you feeling how Im feeling put your hands up high Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha! If you feeling how Im feeling put your lighters in the sky Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha! Now if you feeling how Im feeling, put your hands up high If you feeling how Im feeling put your lighters in the sky Ill be damned if I aint living the life I always wanted Started from the bottom as a youngin gettin blunted Now I run it like a marathon, ho, yeah its on, ho Hits motherfucker, hits, Barry Bonds, ho In the studio for twenty-two days Im too paid, might fuck around and kick-flip in my new Js I got a show in Paris then Tokyo so Im Lu-paid Fucked a shorty in Paris, Im getting crème brûlée’d Fuck a nine to five, Im too alive for the real world Never die in the real world, lie in the real world Everything aint what it seems When you following your dream Fuck a nine to five, Im too alive for the real world Never die in the real world, lie in the real world Everything aint what it seems When you following your dream How you feeling, ho? Im making a killing, ho, really doe Talking all that shit behind my back just like a silly Had a dream: Dr. King, now that money aint a thing Ive been through a lot of pain, looking like we overcame Goddamn, life just aint the same, all yall know my name Fuck the fame, Maryland where I came, broke up in the game And it feel good, good, real good, good Now we livin in the hills pissing off the neighborhood Its just me, Castro and 6ix, going crazy in this bitch Plus my homie Jon, and the whole RattPack, you know we on Livin the life of a don while my homie, Slay, roll up the swisher I get richer while they hate, watch the money gravitate Finally eatin, grab a plate, hell yeah, thats sounding great Ive been high, I been low, but theres one thing that I know: Its been a long time coming, now my whole team got it And if you hatin, suck a dick and bitch about it Fuck a nine to five, Im too alive for the real world Never die in the real world, lie in the real world Everything aint what it seems When you following your dream Fuck a nine to five, Im too alive for the real world Never die in the real world, lie in the real world Everything aint what it seem When you following your motherfucking dreams, yeah You know its funny doe, man, white people be frontin And you ever noticed like youd be the only nigga some place And you go where white people, they be like: You wanna move out of the way fellas? Excuse me, thank you very much - taking up all the fucking area, Jesus Christ! I love when white dudes get mad and cuss Cause you all are some funny motherfuckers when you cuss! They be saying shit like Alright, cut the shit! Fucking jerk off! Fuck a nine to five, Im too alive for the real world Never die in the real world, lie in the real world Everything aint what it seems When you following your dream Fuck a nine to five, Im too alive for the real world Never die in the real world, lie in the real world Everything aint what it seem When you following your motherfucking dreams, yeah26Embed

The Glorious Five Lyrics Yeah We gon let this shit rock Hey Thats the Cole hey from back in the day Hey, yeah Just a youngin with a dream Tryna get this money, yeah, Im tryin get this cream Not a lot know what I mean, for this rap shit Im a fiend Not one to talk about poppin pills and sippin lean Just a passion for pussy, Im tryin to 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 wheres 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 the 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, thats what hed 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 Im glad he did cause it made me who I am Now Im 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 they family history and then some Ive been on the grind tryin find my way People come and go but Ima be the one to stay People tell me I should live my life they way All I know is that Im gonna make it one day Ive been on the grind tryin find my way People come and go but Ima be the one to stay People tell me I should live my life they way All I know is that Im gonna make it one day Yeah, yeah Bobby, dont do it to em Youre beautiful and you dont gotta prove it to em Come on, come on Bobby, you aint shit though Why your personality be split though? One minute its PLP, the next that shit be slit throats Devil and an angel on my shoulder, thats my conscious Greatest rapper alive but never actin Pontius Keep yourself in check like a dollar amount You aint better than nobody based on your dollar amount Yeah, youve grown accustomed to the lifestyle but you never bougie Nah, you never brand new, no its never whos he See, I hate when I get recognized And while the fan is hypnotized Im approached by random guys who feel the need to emphasize I dont know who you are I reply Im a gentleman and a fuckin rap star Put your lighters in the sky if you got em This for anybody that feel like they at the bottom Nobody to tell em they special, you know I got em Nobody there to tell them they love them, well I got em Uh, no matter where you go you gotta persevere Aint no fuckin around, aint no makin a sound, no you just gotta murder the fear Yeah Ive been thinkin about it, been tryna get out of it Fuck what Im thinkin, its time to break out of it Findin myself in the thick and the debt of it Had a bit and I knew wanted to murder the son And Im ready to get it, motherfuck a critic, Im livin my life and Ive been on the grind tryin find my way People come and go but Ima be the one to stay People tell me I should live my life they way All I know is that Im gonna make it one day Ive been on the grind tryin find my way People come and go but Ima be the one to stay People tell me I should live my life they way All I know is that Im gonna make it one day 46Embed

Heard Em Say Lyrics I saw a kid with no smile on his face today Where is my place in this bright future? I heard him say Heard him s— I heard him s— I heard him say Say I aint good enough, they say I aint hood enough Even if I signed to Yeezy, I wouldnt be good enough Killin myself to make a killin Fuck the bullshit, Ima just write what Im feelin Id rather be hated for who I am than loved for who Im not Give a fuck if its hot I saw a kid with no smile on his face today Where is my place in this bright future? I heard him say That boy different, dont fuck with him But Id rather stand out than stand in Let the story begin Look in the mirror and what I tell em? Reflectin on my life, Im Keanu in Parabellum Came a long way from where you was Up-and-comer with a buzz, overcame sellin drugs Overcame depression, even overcame addiction And had the courage to say what others wouldnt with conviction Always in the kitchen, never mind who be bitchin I saw a kid with no smile on his face today Where is my place in this bright future? I heard him say Never mind who be bitchin This is for the person in the back who always gon listen Fuck a punchline, this is food for thought like the lunch line We all got problems, the question is, can you solve em? Had the courage to face all of em and resolve em Shit, I know you can cause I did I know you can cause I done it No matter what the fuck you goin through, Ima keep it a hunnid I know you can overcome it Baby mama trippin? I know, Ive been there Boss caught you slippin? I know, Ive been there Somebody beefin with you? Man, that shit aint rare Just keep it pushin I saw a kid with no smile on his face today Where is my place in this bright future? I heard him say Ive been battlin with my demons Im cowardice when I see em Im powerless, I cant beat em But deep down, I feel like I need em Power is freedom, you can lead em but cant feed em Smilin on my face but Im dyin under the surface What is my purpose? Im feelin worthless Tell me what worth is My flaws, I happily greet em Imperfections, I love em My enemies, I defeat em Man, I know somebody gon relate to this If keeping it real is a sin, you better pray for this Cause I wanted this shit all my life Til I finally got it and realized theres so much more to life Used to dream Id become the fuckin man I am Stackin money and readin my son Sam I Am Love life, cant tell you how much a fan I am This is grown folk music if you did not know Thirty somethin, I aint rappin bout no dumb shit, ho Keep it real, Bobby boy aint no kid no more Now keep it real, Bobby boy aint no kid no more Now if you feelin how Im feelin, let a motherfucker know I saw a kid with no smile on his face today Where is my place in this bright future? I heard him say This concludes the No Pressure program No Pressure— Ultra 85, welcome to the Ultra 85 program30Embed

Aye Girl Lyrics Ayy, girl, its obvious you fine I just wanna know whats deep inside your mind, maybe we could Play girl, I hope you aint got no man If you do I understand, but Im tryna make plans That body one of a kind Id be lyin if I said I wasnt tryna make you mine Ayy, girl, I could give you my number You could give me whatever, well have a hell of a time What up, baby girl? Wont you come here I put it on my life I seen you somewhere, where you stay at? Ill come there, ha Aint no stalking shit, I just wanna talk and shit Maybe grab a bite then after walk a bit, I just wanna converse Come on, baby, aint no need to disperse Shorty got that type of beauty that inspired this verse, so wassup? Id be lyin if I said I didnt wanna cut, but Its deeper then that, getting knee deep in the cat Im looking for that ride or die type of women, its what ever I could be your King, you could be my Coretta Aint no better, get you wetter, fuck em all Think outside the box, baby girl, you know I ball Yes, you know I want it all, so make that shit a double This is Young Sinatra and Im rising from the rubble People never say whats on their mind, Im like, Fuck a muzzle Cause I got the feeling youre the missing piece to my puzzle Ayy, girl, its obvious you fine I just wanna know whats deep inside your mind, maybe we could Play girl, I hope you aint got no man If you do I understand, but Im tryna make plans That body one of a kind Id be lyin if I said I wasnt tryna make you mine Ayy, girl, I could give you my number You could give me whatever, well have a hell of a time Whatever she wants I let her pick it like a fence from the suburb Everything coach but her plane ticket, ya heard? We real all the time, thats my word Catch me in the cut tryna book her like a nerd She a red bone bobby-soxer, I had to stop her Ha, shorty a dime, so you know Im tryna cop her Pop a bottle at our table periodically Now check the science of that last line, do it logically, no stoppin me, I Bet she woulda never guessed I never graduated Cause the way I put my words together she infatuated Mama, I dont want no drama and Im serious Pause like a comma fore I end it like a period, now Girl, dont treat me like your ex-man Im a beast on the track, but if I am your next man Ima treat you tender Take it slow like one video render I remember when I seen you for the first time It was special like when I wrote my first rhyme So if all I do is grind and never sleep Then how in the hell is me and the girl of my dreams supposed to meet? Ayy, girl, its obvious you fine I just wanna know whats deep inside your mind, maybe we could Play girl, I hope you aint got no man If you do I understand, but Im tryna make plans That body one of a kind Id be lyin if I said I wasnt tryna make you mine Ayy, girl, I could give you my number You could give me whatever, well have a hell of a time I happen to think theres an explanation beyond reason, beyond , that brought you right to this very spot15Embed

Young Sinatra Lyrics Visualizing the realism of life in actuality Visualizing the realism of life in actuality Various women, Im swimming in, like a shark Tear the pussy apart, shawty its on after dark Step to the mic and now I got ya, call me Young Sinatra The flow is prominent, hella dominant, on time with it When Im rhyming it, several labels itching to sign with it Now check the women Im bringing in with these ill synonyms Softly killing em, in other words; Im Lauryn Hillin em I swear to god if I could Id never turn the page Living the rest of my days on stage Fucking with bitches that never age Im so fly that I defy the laws of physics I aint think it was possible for a check to have this many digits Mathematically exquisite, am I cocky—just a smidget If you want beef then we can supersize it Freshman in the game So they wanna haze me like my name Isaac I killed the beat and dig a ditch just to fossilize it To make sure none of you bammers try to reprise it what Lifes a bitch and then you die That buck that bought a bottle couldve struck the lotto Lifes a bitch and then you die Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some Im working a nine to five just to survive, barely staying alive Hard to stay focused without the drive See I bus tables and my homie Castro is a waiter I cant wait to blow and say I told you so haters! Living the life of a egotistical pistol gripper Isnt a life for me, Id rather grip mics and undo girls zippers But not them ho girls, meet me after the showgirls, them take it slow girls, have em coming back for mo girls Visualizing the realism of life in actuality Various managers coming up talking bout they got me But really they shadier than Slim in a pair of Versaces I know you see me shining, and practicing and grinding While they conform to the norm youll catch me designing A different type of sound While you was stuck inside the box, I had already been around Inner peace and happiness Im always tryna find it And I kinda got the feeling that a woman is behind it So Im always chasing tails the real-life Sonic And Im always spitting fire half black, half demonic Nah, Im half black and half white Cmon this sound it had to come from somewhere, right? Nah, nah, see homie race is not the issue And if you stepping to me like it is Ill dismiss you The second you listen, the second I got you I swear to god Im the reincarnated Young Sinatra Lifes a bitch and then you die That buck that bought a bottle couldve struck the lotto Lifes a bitch and then you die Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some15Embed

Live on the Air Lyrics Ayo, Im living abroad like the baddest bitch youve ever seen Aint about that hybrid shit but Im all about the green Making so many moves, I need a dose of Dramamine For rap Im a fiend, come and test my team I school emcees cause Im the motherfuckin dean My cerebral cortex force, my trigger finger reflex To bust Tecs like raw sex, aint no tellin whats next I sling mixtapes like crack rocks Watch snow bunnies chillin in the backdrop, discussin how the track rocks Goddamn, Im a miraculous man And if I wasnt Logic, Id be his number one fan Beware Im spittin fire cause the world is in dire need of an MC to admire And set the bar higher So I conspire, within my mind just had a friar The rap Messiah, fresh to death so peep the attire Feelin like B Rabbit when he slaughtered the Lotto Get money, fuck bitches, and respect women is the motto You say potato, I say potato You call em rappers but all I see is comedians My futures lookin XXL, they shit is medium Call me Bobby Kennedy the way I fuck with Marilyn MCs approach, take notes, and then I bury them Im out of this world, my studios the planetarium The way I flow, this shit is slicker than butter The second I utter lyricism that leave all the rest in the gutter I thought I told yall Im the best, d-d-did I stutter? Ill hit your mom in the head with a car bomb just to blow her mind like Vietnam Had a MySpace account but my only friend was Tom When I eat pussy, I pretend that Im speaking in Islam Psych, Its a joke I swear that Im not racist To be honest Ill murder you no matter what color your face is Punch you in the face if I catch you slippin in braces You want beef? Ill choke you to death with your own shoelaces Psych, I swear Im not a violent guy Once upon time I brought a Super Soaker to a drive-by Full of Kool-Aid and warm piss My buzz is growing every day and when the swarm hits Million dollar trips, sex at the Ritz So rich Ill make bitches show Charlie Murphy their tits Blow the competition to bits, leavin the enemy lit But Im out cause theres women to please and money to get Its Logic23Embed

Waiting Room LyricsAtom: So, we waiting for what? God: Excuse me? Atom: So you sittin here telling me, this place is a waiting room, right? What are we waiting for? God: Rebirth Atom: Rebirth? Like reincarnation? God: If thats what you wanna call it Atom: What the fuck you mean, “If thats what I wanna call it?” Either this is what it is, or this is what it aint God: Sure Atom: Chu mean? Ugh, this mothafucka Atom: Aight, lemme get this straight: every time I die, I come here, we talk, and you send me back to earth to be reborn? God: You know the last time we had this conversation it was in mandarin and you were 13 Atom: Mandarin? God: And a girl Atom: What? Nah, bruh, you fuckin wit me. Like, Jesus Christ God: He was here too Atom: What? Wait, wait, so the Christians got it right? God: Well I’m about to reincarnate you, Atom. I’d say everyone kinda got it right Atom: This is a whole lot to take in God: I know. Trust me, I’ve been there Atom: So, how many times have I been reincarnated? God: Many, many, many, many, many times Atom: If it’s so many times, why don’t I remember? God: If we stayed here long enough, the lives you have lived, and the knowledge from each of them would return Atom: What? God: I’m actually about to send you back to 1736 as Bryan Fairfax, the 8th lord Fairfax of Cameron Atom: Word, ayy, that sounds important God: Oh, yes. You own 40,000 acres Atom: Goddamn! Oh, I’m sorry God: Ha, its quite alright Atom: Well, at least I’m not poor no more God: Well, sure. With all that land and the hundreds of slaves you’ll own Atom: Slaves?! Aw, hell nah! No, no, no, no, look, look, look: how you gonna take a black man, send him back in time, and now I gotta own slaves? God: Well, if its any consolation, your son Tom, the 9th Lord Fairfax of Cameron, sets them free Atom: No! That does not make me feel better at all. Wait, hold up, I just realized you said you’re gonna send me back in time? God: Well, I’m not really sending you back in time. That doesn’t exist where I come from, only in your universe Atom: Well, where are you from? God: Honestly, Atom, even if I explained where I came from, or told you about the others like me, you just wouldn’t understand Atom: But if theres others like you, how can you be god? God: Atom, I said you wouldn’t understand Atom: So whats the point of doing all this? God: Really? Atom: What? God: A little cliche, don’t you think? Essentially asking me the meaning of life Atom: Well, I figured I would ask before you send me back and I can’t remember none of this God: Atom, come here. The meaning of life, the reason I created this place, is so that you can grow and mature Atom: Like the human race? Like this is how the human race is supposed to grow and mature? Mature into what? We can’t even get along God: No, Atom, you! It’s for you, you to mature Atom: I dont understand God: I created this place for you, Atom. This entire place was made for you. Every time I send you back, every life you live, you grow and mature and understand the grand meaning behind all of this just a little more each time Atom: Just me? Wait, what about everybody else? God: Atom, there is no one else Atom: I dont understand God: Atom, you are every human being who has ever existed since the dawn of your kind on earth Atom: Wait, Im everyone?! God: Ah yes, now you are beginning to see it Atom: So I’m like, everyone that ever existed on Earth, ever? God: Earth? Ha, that’s cute. Earth was just your birthplace. Let us not forget all the stars humanity will colonize over the millennia Atom: Wait, that is so much. Too much to take in. I’m every human being that ever lived? God: Or ever will live, yes Atom: I’m Jesus? God: And all of his disciples Atom: I’m Hitler? God: And the millions he murdered Atom: Thats deep God: You see Atom, every act of hatred and violence you committed against another, you were committing against yourself and every act of love and hand of kindness, you also extended unto yourself Atom: God, why do all this? God: Someday, long from now, you will become like me. You will mature to become what I am Atom: I’m a god? God: No, not yet. You see, I was once where you stand right now. It is not until you have lived every human life inside of your universe that I may take you from this place. Once you have walked in the shoes of every race, religion, gender, sexual orientation, loving and hateful person, it is only then that you will understand how precious life truly is12Embed

Set the Tone Lyrics I dont want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible: Jew, Gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each others happiness, not by each others misery. We dont want to hate and despise one another. In this world there’s room for everyone and the good earth is rich, and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned mens souls... Sinatra Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you Is this what you want? Logic You are watching a master at work You have interfered with our affairs for the last time Many men wish to acquire fame for the wrong reasons Fans telling me never change, but its hard to fight the seasons They hear me on the radio and now they yelling Treason Cause Logic givin em mainstream verses like Ephesians But I never sacrificed my lyrics or my flow Theres a time and place for everything, so what the fuck you yelling for? The fame hit me quicker than previously determined RattPack, real all the time, fuck a vermin Motivated by money, sex, drugs and violence Cause the era that we living in was built up on defiance What we need is alliance, but yall dont really hear me though So, hip-hops a chariot and Logics finna carry it Stallion, coming for their necks like a medallion Straight out of Sierra Leone Motherfuckers its on, Im under your skin like cortisone Ninty-nine percent of these motherfuckers is bullshit But Im on that Bull shit: Michael Jordan Cutting records after the show in my hotel while Im touring Yeah, and I aint even twenty-three But my bank account can vouch, Im ballin like an M.V.P Yes, its me, L.O.G.I.C, Im repping MD Now what the fuck is a vacation? I see no satisfaction I work twelve hours a day every day with no distraction Seven days a week, and twelve hours, thats a lazy day Going seventy-four hours with no sleep, call that a crazy day As you can see, my Jedi powers are far beyond yours This is Manhunt, and I aint stopping till yall apprehended Many years I have attended and finally been commended For keeping it real, so finger fuck whoever Ive offended Now pull out the MAC and watch them freeze like PCs Im Celsius, never graduated, so fuck degrees I educate em with ease, however listener please Dont knock that last line, school it just wasnt for me We all different and Im here to make a killing So say hello to the villain, cause in this day that we livin in The nice guys finish last Im blowing up, guess you could say Im having a blast Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you You are watching a master at work Is this what you want?10Embed

Top Ten Lyrics I hope you Feel this shit, top ten flow and its still this shit Went away, had to get away, been away, came back and a motherfucker still the shit Hold up, whats real as this? Feelin myself, who ill as this? Mastered the flow from the east to the west, but right now Im wondering how trill is this, I Been around for a minute now, one hunnid, Im in it now People that wasnt there back in the day talkin bout, man, remember Im winning now I could only imagine if I was beginning now, back in the beginning now Fuck that, spent a mil on the chain and I tell my company deduct that Get the fuck back La-da la-da Da-da da-da La-da la-da Da-da da-da First off I give a fuck about all that top five, if I aint in it Niggas barely ever play my records , but Im still winnin From the M-I-crooked just to make em peep what Im cookin, I love Mississippi I put a studio in my partner kitchen, so by the way Im whippin You would think Im juggin these hoes Cuttin crack and make em double back like excuse me, nigga I need a stove, nah, I aint selling dope But this a metaphor for my flow But Ima probably have to hit with a fork Til it bubble up and then rise some more So I can bag it up for these Insta folk And sell it for the low cause they simple If I hear, KRIT, you need a hit one more time Lookin at us like, How these motherfuckers gon undership mine? Still do an interview here and there Where they dont even know that Im signed If I wait on the label to support my vision I might go blind Lately Ive been on my tell it all get rich Start plottin on my way I did To show like Empire may the very thing I dreamed of look like bullshit Kill em all, why not, King when Im busy Krizzle up in the blizzard and the cold is the Said who was here, never really snowed in the sizzie Fuck what ya heard, multi til I dizzie, bitch La-da la-da Da-da da-da La-da la-da Da-da da-da Aight, check it Its the take, I heard yall been checking my net worth What the fuck is yall doing? Yall aint on my level Boy, go pay your rent first And then maybe Ill sign you, Im looking for talent, I hope that I find you Wait a minute, you asked me now let me tell you. Now heres another problem They probably expecting that shit for the first album, man, fuck that Theyll say that I changed, and Ill say I had to show em my range Cause if I do what I did then theyll say its the same Just cant win in this game Whats wrong with it ? Aight, yeah, uh Money talks, thats a figure of speech, that went over their head Like the dough that I throw in the air like Im Papa John That mafia money, that Parmigian My shortie a dime, your bitch is a nine Pennies, prolly take her to Dennys, we chillin at Lennys You know I got 99 problems, but keep it a hunnid, you know that I done it Just me and my homies, we tryna make it to the summit Praying that we dont plummet Like, Oh my God, look at your boy, now you finally done it Ive been writing these records from actual facts So hopefully you learn something from it, but what I learned is Ive been on a grind and now they all know whats up So high, so high I said Ive been on a grind and now they all know whats up So high, so high Ive been on a grind and now they all know whats up So high, so high I said Ive been on a grind and now they all know whats up So high 115Embed

Are You Ready Lyrics Everybody like are you ready to go? Ready to go Everybody like are you ready to go? Ready to go Are you ready to go? Ready to go Everybody like are you ready to go? Ready to go On my Charlie Sheen, homie, yes I am a winner And when it comes to making music, I am no beginner Hit the stage and get wild, my braniacs loud Call me double 07 because I bond with the crowd You shine like a star but I sun it 50 keep it a 100, homie you know I run it The game needs change and Logic can break a 100 I had a shorty to bun it, until she didnt want it So I focused on the flow and they gon put me on the map With a pocket full of change, every day a different dime Only fuck with golden girls, and I aint talking Lifetime When I rhyme, they up on me, ‘cause they seen how Ima shine Now, you may be wondering how my raps rock ‘Cause Im so fifth key to the right of caps lock And when my tracks drop, Ima be sipping Ciroc With the whole skyline chillin’ in the backdrop Everybody like are you ready to go? Ready to go Everybody like are you ready to go? Ready to go Are you ready to go? Ready to go Everybody like are you ready to go? Ready to go Shit, nigga I was born ready And I swear Im what these rappers can’t bear, warn teddy My Pro Tools bouncing like a 64 Chevy Im trying to win fast yall on that Eddie Plus Carl and Harriet, G is how I carry it Been in it for miles, dont believe ask Darius Running this beach like Chariots of Fire I aspire to be higher than these superficial liars The attire I acquire cost a grip, buy your pliers Im a ball out and die in Maryland, Len Bias Apply a sire to my name, yeah you aint know Im royal I foil from slick talk, yeah trip off that oil Toying with girls feelings, lord forgive me I need healing I know you said its wrong but a long would make a killing Hit the bong I hit the ceiling, hit the drink I hit the floor If they show em in the buildin to the crowd, then let me know Everybody like are you ready to go? Ready to go Everybody like are you ready to go? Ready to go Are you ready to go? Ready to go Everybody like are you ready to go? Ready to go13Embed

High Today Lyrics Where is my mind? Its far away Up in the sky, Im high today Break it on down, then we rollin it up I can see my house from up here Who needs a jet when youre fly like me? Tell em You dont need a jet to get high like me I started off slow, but I finally made it No matter the cost, chances Im takin Ride with my dawgs, no, we aint fakin Travel the world, countin up faces Jump in my car, roll up and face it No, I dont call, Im on her faces All of em model, none of em basic Girl, Im a star, look in amazement Top of the game, thats where my place is Started off small, runnin from cases Cant take it back, I cant erase it Money got long, Im tryna chase it Puffin the J, I wanna get paid Its one and the same, but thats every day Im livin my life as real as I say I spent it all once, so Im tryna save Im rollin that dank, she pourin that drank Im out of my brain, weed got me all faded Lovin my life, Im never gon trade it I want success, dont wanna be famous Know how to stay on your grind, its contagious Rollies with diamonds for time that its takin People these days, they easily change But I stay the same cause lifes what you make it I started off slow, but I finally made it No matter the cost, chances Im takin Ride with my dawgs, no, we aint fakin Travel the world, countin up faces Jump in my car, roll up and face it No, I dont call, Im on her faces All of em model, none of em basic Girl, Im a star, look in amazement Where is my mind? Its far away Up in the sky, Im high today Break it on down, then we rollin it up I can see my house from up here Who needs a jet when youre fly like me? Tell em You dont need a jet to get high like me From the sun up to the sundown No, we never come down Bobby Boy loud when he come around Drivin down Malibu Stay driven like the valet do, I be cruisin Steady winnin, but Im playin like Im losin I know that this shit can be confusin Talkin rap, talkin life, talkin choosin Money over happiness, abusin Losin your mind, losin your heart Second that I wake up, I feel like this world just wants to tear me apart But I dont Let it get me down, let it fuck me up What my therapist say They dont matter, no way I started off slow, but I finally made it No matter the cost, chances Im takin Ride with my dawgs, no, we aint fakin Travel the world, countin up faces Jump in my car, roll up and face it No, I dont call, Im on her faces All of em model, none of em basic Girl, Im a star, look in amazement22Embed

Amen Lyrics This right here for anyone who ride with me Heard me laugh, watch me cry, did time with me In the game, not just on the sideline with me Im a sinner, Ill admit it, but I got God with me Been to Hell and back twice just to feel the burn If your ass dont fall down then youll never learn I just wanna be the best that I can be I just wanna be me, even if it sound naive I thought acceptance from others it would set me free But it didnt, no Oh, no, it never did No matter what I say, no matter what I give Sometimes people make me question if I wanna live We call that a dark day, such a dark day But I know tomorrow gon come, it gon come my way And I know in my heart its gon be a better day, its gon be a better day Thats why I came here to say Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen We make plans and God laughs Feel like the older I get, the quicker time pass Some people live in the past, others live in a flask Even your picture-perfect life, it could be gone in a flash Texting on your way to work and now your brains on the dash We all powerless Specially people think power last I aint cowardice, but sometimes wish I lived behind a mask Cause facing this world its such a rigorous task It feel like the world wanna put me in the casket Wish I was stronger, wish I could just get past it If you feelin how Im feelin when the song play, blast it If you feelin how Im feelin when you hear this, let me get an... Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen This right here for anyone who ride with me Heard me laugh, watch me cry, did time with me In the game, not just on the sideline with me Im a sinner, Ill admit it, but I got God with me Came up on Section 8 and I made it, yo, mom, look Writin these raps in a Louis Vuitton rhyme book I never thought Id make it out the hood and now Im shook I finally made it out my hood, everybody look Im across the street waving where the grass is greener Hating on how far Ive come, I dont give a damn, Gina This a celebration with no invitation This the last one then Im done, permanent vacation Only place I felt I belonged was Babel station Cooking crack, cooking crack for my generation Now its time to conclude the incredible true story, and transformation Salutations33Embed

A2Z Lyrics You wanna learn your ABCs, little Bobby? Yeah? You wanna learn your ABCs? Yeah? Yeah, lets do it Yeah, ayy, I been real thats all I ever knew how to be Fuck what you heard, I only write what I see Second I deploy, I destroy til the tank on E The underdog, they wouldnt bank on me F em all, I feel the beat in my heart like cholesterol, check the EKG HNIC, aint nobody flyer than me Not a single one of you that I know conspire to be I hit the J and get as high as can be Okay, maybe not as high as can be Im a businessman, I got important people to see Mainly No I.D. cooking up in studio D That underground shit, L train across town shit This that Nas, its like Queensbridge, king, crown shit Study my lyricism whenever you and your friends meet I got enough Ms in the bank to make ends meet Oh my God, get gritty, 96 P Diddy, setting fire to the city Keep it real, keep it true, sicker than the flu You can smoke government dope and not get higher than my IQ Are you ready? Im calm my arms are steady Im armed and ready, digging in you like a machete Surprise, confetti You going to need more than bed rest when I hit you with these 26 bullets, no excess I never went to school, never went to MIT, but my imagination out of this world like MIB Who are you to me? These other rappers envy me, the MVP, born and raised in MD, get it B Dont get it confused, fuck the style everyone use Switch up the rhythm every track, flows, I never double use X marks the spot, every day I give what I got Thats why Im on top, steady running shit and you not You steadily flop, every album steadily drop Think you can do it cause I do it? Come now, boy, better stop Trying to take me out? My advice is aim for the top I know I make rapping look easy, but I promise its not Bobs Demo 2005 Take one, yo I set my sh— Nah, on the second thought I cant play this Come on, play it, man Play that shit, man Come on, nigga, play that shit Never one to flip scripts Im more raw than imaginary rubbers Rain in the gutter, my talented knife cutter Always flowing venomous, never rolling in regiments Whipping read to intelligence, you copy then we settle in Possibilities is endless, youll never catch me pen-less Suicidal lyrics, controvers like stem-cell research Aint no time to compromise, my rhymes immortalized Visualize as I vocalize, worldly lies, that were hypnotized Staring into space like the Enterprise Contemplating on words that shall arise Mentality merciless, never sympathize Yeah Smoking weed in gazebos, incognito Attracting more microphones than Magneto and thats real Blunts keep rolling like bitches on E pills33Embed

Ordinary Day Lyrics It was an ordinary day Until I saw you crawl around my way And the night goes On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on It was an ordinary day Until I saw you crawl around my way And the night goes On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on Cocaine in the back, hard liquor to the right Dont really drink, but shit, I might This the type of shit I like, everyone just livin life Livin life like this is dangerous Anybody aint just this famous Everybody from the young to the old Anybody with a little bit of money get shameless You know you fuckin boujee, you know you fuckin dumb You know you get the shit smacked outta you back where Im from Hold up, wait up This shit is made up Feel like Im dreamin, Ima wake up Girl, I can see through yo makeup I can tell by the look in yo eyes I can tell by the fact you dont know how to act I see right through yo lies Im a real mothafucker, whatcha know bout that? Like yeah, wassup? Everybody out here actin tough I might get drunk, call yo bluff This right here, yeah, thats yo nuff Yeah, you know me, I know you But bitch, I been here before you Ima show you, Ima show you, Ima show you And so they tell me that they love me But I know thats its all for show, its all for show And I tell her that she lovely But she know thats its all for show, its all for show It was an ordinary day Until I saw you crawl around my way And the night goes On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on Oh all right, all right I know everyones fakin it tonight But I know that I love the way I feel right now So I dont wanna let them bring me down Its an ordinary day, Im gonna live it how I like It was an ordinary day Until I saw you crawl around my way And the night goes On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on On, and on, and on, and on16Embed

Bohemian Trapsody Lyrics Every night I grab a little piece of earth and make it ignite Im a satellite Drifting through your nova at the speed of light Every night I grab a little piece of earth and make it ignite I’m a satellite Drifting through your nova at the speed of light I guess I, I guess I, I guess I, I guess I should know I guess I, I guess I, I guess I, I guess I should know Yes, I said, yes, I said, yes, I said, yes, I should know, oh And when I fall for you Thats when Ill break down my wall for you Promise that I’d risk it all for you Promise to reveal my all for you Thats when I fall for you Thats when Ill break down my wall for you Promise that Id risk it all for you Promise to reveal my all for you Oh, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na-na-na-na Oh, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na-na-na-na Every night I grab a little piece of earth and make it ignite Im a satellite Drifting through your nova at the speed of light I guess I, I guess I, I guess I, I guess I should know I guess I, I guess I, I guess I, I guess I should know Yes, I said, yes, I said, yes, I said, yes, I should know, oh And when I fall for you Thats when I break down my wall for you Promise that Id risk it all for you Promise to reveal my all for you And when I fall for you That’s when I break down my wall for you Promise that I’d risk it all for you Promise to reveal my all for you And when I fall for you Thats when I’ll break down my wall for you Promise that Id risk it all for you Promise to reveal my all for you And when I fall for you Thats when Ill break down my wall for you Promise that I’d risk it all for you Promise to reveal my all for you And when I fall And when I fall Fall for you Fall for you, yeah Fall Hold up, pour up Break it down and we roll up, sho nough Break it down for me, shawty Break it down for me Break it down for Hold up, pour up Break it down and we roll up, sho nough Break it down for me, shawty Break it down for me Break it down for Elevated, feelin elevated, took a hit of weed and shit escalated Feeling innovative, Ima integrate it, yeah, thats why I made it Keep it classic, yo shit is dated We poppin, you aint poppin, we aint related, never hesitated Pass the weed like a legislator, like–like, goddamn25Embed

Contact Lyrics Destabilization complete, prepare for departure... Took you long enough! Oh, Im sorry, your highness. Ill have to try and ask the asteroid field I had to detour through to not try and kill me next time! Man, Im just messing with you. Yeah, whatever... So whatd you do on the way over here? Um, you know—just listening to some oldies... Oldies? Like who? Logic Logic? The fuck you know about Logic? I just listened to his first album on the ride over! Under Pressure? Yeah, thats the one! Shit... I was actually gonna put in the second one now Alright, well—you know this was the album that changed everything, right? I know, thats why its so important...15Embed

Limitless Lyrics You the man, you know you the man Rollie on your hand, its the jam Just don’t give a damn Coolin with the fam goin ham Fly to Vegas, get the band Haters hate me, but they stan ’Cause the things they wish they could they know I can, goddamn You the man, you know you the man Rollie on your hand You the man, you know you the man Just dont—just dont—just dont give a damn Coolin—coolin with the fam, goin ham Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am You the man, you know you the man Rollie on your hand You the man, you know you the man Just dont—just don’t—just don’t give a damn Coolin—coolin’ with the fam, goin ham Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am Goddamn, this shit been the plan, do it cause I can Made more money than 99 percent do in they lifespan Fuckin hand reachin’ up at night, I do not give a damn Spend a lot to make a lot and then we do that shit again 1967 Bronco pull up like I serve that blanco 1-800 made my bank account look like a phone number Your career goin under, Im top five thats alive, thats no lie You aint in the conversation, couldnt make it if you tried If you aint droppin shit like all the time Then people think you died Shit too easy for my blood, they quick to leave you crucified Shit aint work out with my last, TMZ act like I lied Called Jermaine for some advice Cause these people think Im careless He said, Bobby, on the real, man, fuck em all You should care less You the man, you know you the man Rollie on your hand You the man, you know you the man Just dont—just dont—just dont give a damn Coolin—coolin with the fam, goin ham Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am You the man, you know you the man Rollie on your hand You the man, you know you the man Just dont—just dont—just dont give a damn Coolin—coolin with the fam, goin ham Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am Now they all know who I am, the fuckin man Ima get it like that, baby girl, now tell me, do you understand? I swear, my only motivation is your elation, I feel the sensation Baby girl, be patient, my heart is racing She keep on telling me she promise she aint never done this before I said, I know thats a lie, but I love when you try And I just cant live without it Even the thought of you leaving, I cant think about it You say, you say, you say You know you the man, you know you the man You the only man who truly understands I said I know Im the man, yeah, I know I am Aint no doubt about it Every single move I make, they always seem to write about it Thats why I never leave the compound Always up inside it, I aint never in the streets When I am, they come runnin to the boy, to the boy I got way too many people nowadays Im tryna avoid I aint been on the Gram in months, that shit get me too annoyed All the weed inside these blunts Got me feelin paranoid like, noid like Yeezy, Bobby, take it easy, my dawg Why you always make it look so easy, my dawg? Yeah, these haters talking shit, but success is my shield Scarecrow flow, Im outstanding in my field I just texted J. J Abrams on some million dollar shit Yeah, my movie gon be crazy, first I gotta polish shit Schoolin all you fuckin rappers, this right here the scholarship If my presence near your presence Then you best acknowledge it, bitch You the man, you know you the man Rollie on your hand You the man, you know you the man Just dont—just dont—just dont give a damn Coolin—coolin with the fam goin ham Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am You the man, you know you the man Rollie on your hand You the man, you know you the man Just dont—just dont—just dont give a damn Coolin—coolin with the fam goin ham Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am Now they all know who I am26Embed

Cocaine Lyrics Yeah Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, molly Percocet, my rep move up like a dolly If I talk about this shit more often, prolly If I talk about this shit more often, more often Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, molly Percocet, my rep move up like a dolly If I talk about this shit more often, prolly If I talk about this shit more often, more often I aint never fuckin with no sneak diss Best get off my dick, boy, you better not repeat this Cocaine what I flip, jump in the whip, cannot compete with A real OG like me, you know I get that dough like deep dish Got the party jumpin in Atlanta like Im Freaknik Got the party jumpin in Atlanta like Im Donald Glover I dont want no good girl, Im thinking I need a freak bitch I dont want no good girl cause your boy aint no lover Fuck her with no rubber then I bounce back Smokin on some shit so good, I cant even pronounce that Shawty, drop it low and make it bounce back Smokin on some shit so good I cant even pronounce-nounce Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, molly Percocet, my rep move up like a dolly If I talk about this shit more often, prolly If I talk about this shit more often, more often Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, molly Percocet, my rep move up like a dolly If I talk about this shit more often, prolly If I talk about this shit more often, more often Uh, I dont really wanna glorify it, but the streets glorify it So I gotta glorify it fore the people throw a riot If I dont talk about it on my album, they wont buy it Man, fuck that, listen up, quiet They wanna see a black man fall down, uh They wanna see a black man lose They wanna see a black man fall down They want more blacks to sing the blues They wanna see a black man fall down They wanna see a black man lose They wanna see a black man fall down They want more blacks to sing the blues Bank dont wanna give me a loan for my house Thats why I sell bricks by the gas station Never had a foundation White man split up all my people on the plantation Hope somebody prayin for all they salvation Hope somebody prayin for all they salvation Even though this the dialogue inside of my brain Im filled with pain, but I just cant seem to refrain from Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, molly Percocet, my rep move up like a dolly If I talk about this shit more often, prolly If I talk about this shit more often, more often Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, molly Percocet, my rep move up like a dolly If I talk about this shit more often, prolly If I talk about this shit more often24Embed

No Biggie Lyrics Sinatra It was all a dream Platinum Chanel You are now watching a master at work No Biggie Yeah, my name is Riley, son But you know what niggas call me? AKA, Riley Escobar, know what Im saying? Cause I be in the streets you know? I got all kinds of names like HR Paper Stacks Uh, also known as AKA Horse Choker, uh Hey, yo, Ill chop you up in sixteen pieces In front of your nieces, while Im eating Reeses And wont even offer them any, yes I spit plenty This is East Coast flow at its finest In the studio, where you find us, put a bullet where your spine is At sixteen I was skipping school and smoking chronic While you was learning about English, Big L was teaching Ebonics I spit fire so demonic, writing code like Im masonic A Jedi master breaking it down like old plaster No medication for this track cause this is how a psycho rips My bank account is like casino vaults, your pockets microchips, uh Motherfucker, I dare you to test it, hope youre well rested Whoop your ass and get arrested, in a double breasted Louis Vuitton diamond encrested tailor made suit Now thats All Sinatra Everything I explode like hollow tips on contact Chronologically murder schmoe theres no bringing Joe back Puffing cubans and sipping Cognac Mafietic mentality, introduce me to this beat and its fatality I kill mics like Conrad Murray Sharp like Hanzo steel, the rest is obtuse I get loose when sipping Goose and rhyme like Doc Seuss Flow tight like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a truce Alphabetical mathematic addict I spit sixteens so erratic you think it was a semi-automatic I know by now you thinking Oh my God, he let them have it But that was just a loan, time to collect like Im Capone Reap what Ive sewn, in other words that is the throne Chilling while homies smoking marijuan If you thinking that this shit is wack well then youre dead wrong Cause for every emotion and every mood I have a song For the club, for the streets, for the whip and for the sheets Cause this is where intellect and versatility meets Im Young Sinatra, backstage chilling with BobbySoxers I got ya Yeah! You wanna fuck with us?! Fuck with us, yeah!?15Embed

Lavish Lyrics This joint for the fans in the stand with their hands in the air, wave left to right For the Kings and the Queens in the pent house suite, living lavish lives This joint for the fans in the stand with their hands in the air, wave left to right For the Kings and the Queens in the pent house suite, living lavish lives We lavish , lavish , caviar with a bad bitch Ceviche out the chalice, show my people round my palace Yeah, we lavish , lavish , caviar with a bad bitch Balancing my talents, my black card aint maxin Yea, we bout it Ousting the foes who doubted Spouting the flow out my mouth like a fountain Pose of a stallion, driven like Aston Hold up, roll up, hit it, pass it Ridin high, sittin low Mind ain’t right but Im gettin though From the starting line to the end zone We runnin the game and thats all that we know And Im cooling, just me and my team G to a T Tell me who have it, I be Too under esteemed Who Ima be, one of the best with Immaculate steez And I rap to the beat with an accuracy Gotta master the craft when you after the cheese Craft to the suite Pedal to the metal, never settle for the what? Never settle for defeat Im one of the best though Swimmin in women, perfected the breast stroke Never the less though, Ima keep it a hundred percent to the death though I stack that cheese like pesto On tracks, I beast like Pecko Just know that Im ready to ride if you ready to slide and Dip low like techno This joint for the fans in the stand with their hands in the air, wave left to right For the Kings and the Queens in the pent house suite, living lavish lives This joint for the fans in the stand with their hands in the air, wave left to right For the Kings and the Queens in the pent house suite, living lavish lives We lavish , lavish , caviar with a bad bitch Ceviche out the chalice, show my people round my palace Yeah, we lavish , lavish , caviar with a bad bitch Balancing my talents, my black card aint maxin Let me get like this, hold up Get it like this, hold up Fuck around, get the blunt rolled up Let me load up, never know what might go down shonuff Motherfucker wanna bluff Had enough, at the RattPack, never that Let me get it, I gotta get it like a motherfucker that wanna hit it all night Thats right, just here for the light Fuck around here for the night On the road for success, never veer to the right Here for the fight Everybody here, alright Shout out to Juice and Mojo fo sho though Putting this verse in Soho Oh no, I aint fuckin with no ho Bitch, you cannot get a photo In the back of the four door, solo, dolo Bitch, Im too, bitch, Im too, bitch, Im too alive Never talk about suicide Unless we talking bout both of the doors on my newer ride From Maryland way up to Boston Yea, we be flossin, that shit be do or die Right now its you and I L-O-G-I-C, I know I get down Bow down to the man with the crown This joint for the fans in the stand with their hands in the air, wave left to right For the Kings and the Queens in the pent house suite, living lavish lives This joint for the fans in the stand with their hands in the air, wave left to right For the Kings and the Queens in the pent house suite, living lavish lives We lavish , lavish , caviar with a bad bitch Ceviche out the chalice, show my people round my palace Yeah, we lavish , lavish , caviar with a bad bitch Balancing my talents, my black card aint maxin I got Caviar by the boat load Fellatio by the throat load Im livin the shit that you dreaming about And I wont go back to the old school These ojos seen old hoes They gold news, my rollie got a rollie Im double timing these old dudes Ride around with a bad broad Fast car with the top back Fast lane, like Nascar Champagne, I pop that Bought a black car, with a black card Dont act hard, you not that Got a Jaguar for the side chick Now she give me that bobcat All that and a bag of Lays Hit the sheets with a freak I bag and lay They cop feelins like PD I cop a feel like David Blaine, its magic, no hat-trick I mask emotion, like masquerade on an escapade up in the Escalade When I drop this track, Ima escalate This joint for the fans in the stand with their hands in the air, wave left to right For the Kings and the Queens in the pent house suite, living lavish lives This joint for the fans in the stand with their hands in the air, wave left to right For the Kings and the Queens in the pent house suite, living lavish lives We lavish , lavish , caviar with a bad bitch Ceviche out the chalice, show my people round my palace Yeah, we lavish , lavish , caviar with a bad bitch Balancing my talents, my black card aint maxin20Embed

Shine On Lyrics We should shine a light on, a light on And the book of right-ons right on, it was right on We should shine a light on, a light on And the book of right-ons right on, it was right on We should shine a light on, a light on And the book of right-ons right on, it was right on We should shine a light on, a light on And the book of right-ons right on, it was right on Uh, now, they lost it I found it, we leave em astounded Asking me how you so fly, yet you still so grounded? I replied, I died inside, resurrected a beast Leave em deceased, musics in my genes like a crease Got it, capisce? Hungry as hell trying to eat now Success is the only thing that can complete us Grinding to free us, the beat knocking like a fetus Close your eyes, open up your ears so you can see this Now Ive accepted Im not from the hood Cause sellin crack and bustin gats dont make my raps good See this is me, L.O.G.I.C. reppin MD to the fullest Push us to the limit but never pull us, now I cant wait til I see my name in neon That fly shit I be on flowin for eons Every day I take chances, Celine Dion Said every day I take chances, Celine Dion, lets get it Im a diamond in the rough, but I shine like disco Surrounded by greasy people like I doused them in Crisco I havent shined yet, so tell me where does the rest go? Up a million percent until they finally hear this though Bumping up in they city like, oh my God, this go My business getting better every year like fiscal Fuck a pad and a pen, a mic my only utensil Im a original see but they trace like stencil A stain in the game, but you fade like pencil Biting off of my rhymes, that aint even an insult Cause you couldnt produce, and in the end that shits your fault It takes 3 millions years for a diamond to shine I did it in 21, see Im ahead of my time Cause when I flow the crowd never roll cause I rock On the road to success, haters in my blind spot Cause I got no time to bullshit We should shine a light on, a light on And the book of right-ons right on, it was right on24Embed

Just a Man Lyrics Yeah, this is my vision Written without second thought or revision The type of shit that affect you like an oncoming collision That just make you freeze, drop to your knees and beg em Please Lord, forgive me for gripping a semi now When searching for God all I ever do is stare up While Satan sending me women Wearing nothing but they hair up Got the condom on the dresser, I cant wait to undress her Would you think lesser of me if I did it? Cause I get lonely, Im human, and boy its been a minute Fresh out the states, surrounded by women that wanna hit it But should I take the pussy just cause I could get it? Or do I want something thats more committed? God damn, its hard to admit it As you focus on the little things, the bigger ones will get you So I minimize the negatives to see the bigger picture I get richer while you fuckers hate So keep it up and watch a young brother elevate Im black and white but racism I still cannot evade I never understood the concept, even to this day You know were all the same in the eyes of a blade Because when men shed blood its still the same shade Thats why Im just a man homie Flesh and blood, Im just a man But I dont think they understand homie I aint perfect, Im just a man Yeah, yall think Im more than just a man I contemplate on the daily if Ill survive and strive To be the greatest lyricist dead or alive, I gotta prevail Thats my word like excel Went from a small town in West Deer Park to XXL Now we shopping at Louis V, back in the day it was Ross They calling me the savior, hope they dont give me the cross Now thats the realest shit you ever heard Never in the streets but I was closer than the curb Do you feel me?—Whole world wanna kill me Signed a deal but Im still me—in five years will I still be? Ever since I was a youngin this is all Ive ever wanted Always kept it real while they perpetrated and fronted I was in the studio while they was gettin blunted Always have my doubts but deep down I knew Id run it Sportin Armani like menage a trois thats double breasted A lot of time Ive invested and never once have I rested Feeling nervous like when you getting tested The game is over saturated, completely infested The greatest story ever told, realest song ever written To hell with a Plan B, motherfucker I aint kiddin Im just trying to get this money, Im just trying to get paid Thats the type of mentality put careers in the grave Fuck how much you made Whats it worth if your memory fade? Now I aint perfect, on occasion Im strayed Its been forever since I prayed and I guess today is the day So I step in the booth and treat that shit like a confessional Thinking back as I reminisce Wondering; does God even exist? A man of faith but mentally I feel at risk What you want from me, where am I supposed to go? Seems like you never talk, tell me how Im supposed to know? Im just a man, I aint perfect—is this life even worth it? Its time to dig up the past so fuck it lets unearth it Like my childhood, living free like a child should Remember the time I opened the bedroom door crack? And saw my daddy smoking more crack? No food in my house, we just couldnt afford that Momma drinking, sleeping until five But she always seemed to get up whenever men arrived Feeling alone at like eleven Segregated from the other kids like it was 1957 Ive loved, Ive hated, Ive cried, Ive died inside Ive resurrected but dont neglect that Ive modified Im stronger, faster, better than ever before And everything Ive been through can honestly assure Im no less, no more Thats why Im just a man homie Flesh and blood, Im just a man But I dont think they understand homie I aint perfect, Im just a man Yall think Im more than just a man30Embed

Pretty Young Girl Lyrics Shes a pretty young girl, doin pretty young things Shes a pretty young lady, pullin at my heartstrings Pretty young girl, take my hand Ill be your man, Ill be your man I dont think you know, all the things you do to me Its new to me, its all the things Ive never known before I dont think you know, all the things you do to me Its new to me, its all the things Ive never known before Yeah, before And I, and I– Im fucked up I mean, I really am hurt Youre new and youre beautiful But experience tells me this aint gonna work Youre just like all the rest, suffering in disguise Behind those beautiful eyes, lies, lies, and I Just cant do it again, I just dont wanna pretend That itll work in the end Or if it dont, well be friends My heart cant take no more, Im sincerely sure But if that shit was true, why in the hell am I singing for? A pretty young girl, doin pretty young things Shes a pretty young lady, pullin at my heartstrings Pretty young girl, take my hand Ill be your man, Ill be your man I dont think you know, all the things you do to me Its new to me, its all the things Ive never known before I dont think you know, all the things you do to me Its new to me, its all the things Ive never known before Yeah, last shorty, I aint have no free time Gave her all my everything, aint never had no me-time Too scared to commit, no, dont want no rewind I could give a fuck what the world think, we fine Ive been feelin shook, dont know where to look Last girl got me sprung, threw out my black book Now I aint got no Rolodex, but I aint lookin back, though I aint jumpin back up in the game, show me the backdoor I aint got no time for thots, that shit is a bad idea I dont got no time for hoes, I only want a good girl who knows How to get wild with it, start out shy wit it Like she from the 3-1-2 til I hit it Shorty know your limits, get up in it, yeah, Im good Im good, Im good And shes a pretty young girl, doin pretty young things Shes a pretty young lady, pullin at my heartstrings Pretty young girl, take my hand Ill be your man, Ill be your man I dont think you know, all the things you do to me Its new to me, its all the things Ive never known before I dont think you know, all the things you do to me Its new to me, its all the things Ive never known before Yall–yall walkin around instead of helpin us out, right? Right, no lies Hahaha, alright18Embed

When the Lions Come Lyrics When the lions come and they turn to fight Will you lose your soul? Will you lose your pride? Cause the only thing they needs to smell a drop of fear inside, yeah When the lions come, will you turn to fight? Yeah, they tried to stop me Tried to box me in the ring but Im Rocky, indeed Ima rumble If the lions come, I am, uh Gonna be deemed new king of the jungle I came from the bottom where its not a problem You know they got iron and chrome And they, fire at domes And they hold more grams than retirement homes I made it out all on my own, the homies know I was alone But they be calling my phone if they needed some money In other words I was a loan, now Im in the zone Should have been another statistic But I said, Fuck it, Ill risk it Looked death right in the face and I kissed it No evidence and no trace of the lipstick Now aint nobody gon stop me now Aint nobody gon knock me down Im from the school of the hard knocks Breaking doors down, they tryna lock me out If you stayed to fight then you might have won But they caught your ass cause you tried to run Me, Jon B, Blaque Keyz in a fighting stance when the lions come Woah-oh, woah-oh Oh, oh When the lions come and they turn to fight Will you lose your soul? Will you lose your pride? Cause the only thing they needs to smell a drop of fear inside, yeah When the lions come, will you turn to fight? Uh, yeah, lemme get it like this, lemme rip it like this So sick, dont spit, I vomit Bomb it, wearing the freshest of garments Blowing up, yeah, we the bombest Never cocky, Im just honest, reppin artaniS, woah Maryland what I be reppin the second I step in I murder like weapon Let me bring the tech and Ill hit ya like Tekken, Im gone Whatever record Im on, I just wreck it then Im gone R-A-double T-P-A-C-K, Vs up, all day, yeah, we do it our way I push white keys like Beethoven while Blaque Keyz drop 16s Like the Sistine, thats so mean, hell yeah, thats so clean Can I get it? Lemme get it, I gotta get it I gotta spit it from the heart, lemme tear it apart Living the real life, everybody wanna wonder what it feel like Rock with a drop top, living on top Lemme get it, I gotta get it to pop When they boppin they head, when they rockin the bed If I couldnt do this then Id be dead, yeah Woah-oh, woah-oh Oh, oh When the lions come and they turn to fight Will you lose your soul? Will you lose your pride? Cause the only thing they needs to smell a drop of fear inside, yeah When the lions come, will you turn— Man, its unreasonable to think that Keyz wont leave MCs extinct I never had a reason to until now to get that spear and hit that Jeep See me swervin like Steve Irwin through herds of nervous MCs I sink my teeth in their verses, each feature becomes a feast Lay back, relax in my den, get paid from the royalties And bring it back to the pack and just let my family eat Im a predator on this beat, every metaphor is my prey My roar rumbles your feet, Ill place your head on my tray Im lettin your girl pat me, run fingers all through my mane The pride of a dyin breed with ferocity in my veins At the top of the food chain, the philosophy is the same So live properly, so one day they wont throw you in no cage Keyz is king of the jungle, no rumblin with the snakes You runnin when Im on the prowl, I pounce you cant keep the pace You know Ive been earning stripes, got zebra print on my face Got to make it apart of ya See the world through my wardrobe like Narnia Woah-oh, woah-oh Oh, oh Beautiful Mind28Embed

Caterpillar Lyrics You will not be able to stay home brotha You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out You will not be able to lose yourself on scag and skip out for beer during commercials Because the revolution will not be televised This right here for the number one Number ones here with your number one You aint number one, just another one Now everybody sayin that they number one Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing, ohh We in the war, where butterflies keep dyin Im a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak If I didnt do this, where in the fuck would you be at? See theres a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas You number one when it come to slaughtering mics Im tryna be number one in my son and daughter life Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies Yall my children, yall bit my shit and contracted rabies Dont you grade me next to these rappers, baby, thats degrading My style got so many different facets I switch into so many different passions Im skippin class to be fascinatin My pen is like Big Ben, this shits just a classic waiting Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him I hate congratulating these has-beens who had their highs These rappers only won their matches because they strategize I bring Attica to these patterns, and heres my battle cry Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing, ohh We in the war, where butterflies keep dyin This right here for the number one Number ones here with your number one You aint number one, just another one Now everybody sayin that they number one Kid think your number wont quit Number one song, get your number one chick Number one fly with your number one kick When its all done then your number gon switch Hold up, wait a minute Guess what Ima never do? Show so much respect to you That I feel like were friends, so now we no longer competitors That could be the death of you Never let someone whos not as smart as you Gas you up and tell you somethin you never knew Always stay professional, you always gon make revenue Dont let people next to you that dont want the best for you Its completely normal to hold on to a regret or two I do what I wanna do, they do what I let them do Everything these niggas be sayin is a fuckin lie Its nothing I can say to you that is realer Remember when you praisin the butterfly Dont you ever disrespect the fuckin caterpillar This right here for the number one Number ones here with your number one You aint number one, just another one Now everybody sayin that they number one Kid think your number wont quit Number one song, get your number one chick Number one fly with your number one kick When its all done then your number gon switch Yeah, sold a quarter million records in my first week And BET still dont wanna let me perform Maybe its cause my pigment, maybe Im being ignant Maybe its all a figment of my imagination And exaggeration exacerbates that Im the illest, yes How many are willing to kill us? We the realest, thats why they feel us the best But I dont give a fuck about this rap shit, not really though Shittin on a brother I should love, man, thats silly, yo Fuck all this division and lyrical incision Its time to unify cause hip-hop is beautiful, its you and I And it doesnt discriminate if you black or white And you Christian or Muslim It just love em and put nothin above em I just want to be remembered as a good person Dispersin a message of hope while the world worsen And the media will still find a way To turn us into clickbait and misquote Wanna keep the peace, but if you do that Ima slit throats, sike, nah Logics such a hypocrite, you can take a hike, nah Right now, Im here to talk about suicide and depression Anxiety, mental health and all that other shit You scared to mention Yeah, I could talk about the millions Ive amassed But now just aint the time or place Its crazy how everyone so obsessed with my race Cause Im proud to be black, but matter fact If it was flipped around and every time somebody asked me What it was like to be a white rapper Whats it like to be a white rapper, Logic? Oh and I was just like, just never talked about it like Man, its just so great being a white rapper White, white, white, white everything White man—being whites so great—wow its so great And then some brother was like, Ayy, aint yo daddy black?! And I was like Oh shit! And the whole world be like What, are you scared to be black? Are you ashamed to be black?! Motherfucker, fuck you! Fuck you, you piece of shit, mixed, biracial, fucking cunt Cole said fuck all this black and white, its time to unite Be who you are, identify as a star Fuck all the jewelry and money inside of yo car You still just a person and Im still dispersin these lyrics Fuck the rap ego shit, just be a good person now thats the spirit Shoutout to true emcees that love the culture From Duckworth to Chano, Jermaine and Joey And Aubrey and cant forget Bobby To every emcee who knows that this is truly a way of life And not just a hobby, uh, not just a hobby, uh Not just a hobby, this is a way of life Shout out to Bobby, the L-O-G-I-C, this shit a way of life This shit a way of life, yeah7Embed

Last Call Lyrics Ayo real talk, 6ix As soon as you played me this joint, I already knew I was like, Yo, this some fucking, Last Call shit And it got me hella excited cause I always wanted to do like A Last Call, I remember the first time I heard Kanyes I thought that shit was so tight, dawg And I was like, man Im tryna tell my story, you know what Im sayin? And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it? He was on Friday Night— Nah, nah, he did it on The Warm Up yo And when he did the Last Call on The Warm Up, I was like Damn, Im tryna do mine So since—since this joint got that vibe, Ima do my own Last Call right now for yall And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra Yeah, yeah Back in the day I wasnt shit, homie Penny pinchin, I couldnt even pay the rent, homie Thinkin bout it I wonder where them years went, homie Just a youngin tryna survive, they was hatin on me I was working that nine-to-five, I was waitin, homie I was bussin tables fantasizin bout cakin, homie Letting em slip away my dreams, wasnt waitin on me This for anyone with ambition, calling anybody thatll listen Im wishing all your dreams come true, cause mine did And yeah, you know I had to put that in the rhyme kit But that shit came from sacrifice Not on the corner selling drugs and smackin dice Yeah Someway, somehow, I understood finally If you want to come and get it, you know where to find me Cause I aint got no time for anybody that be tryin me Know if they dont understand, Ima leave em behind me Obviously I aint got no time, no, no I said obviously I said I dont got no time, no, no, no, no, no Yeah, yeah I treat the beat like its my only son, my DNA And this that Southernplayalistic shit like we was in the A Back in the day, I was Young, Broke & Infamous A Young Sinatra that was Undeniable Who Welcome-d you To Forever while Under Pressure And told you The Incredible True Story of Bobby Tarantino And Everybody in the Ultra 85 Goddamn, it feel good to be alive And all these bitches that I passed up Couldnt fuck witcha cause your hair was too gassed up Member creeping with the gat, masked up God damn, its kinda crazy to reminisce on all this shit man What it was like growing up Damn man, just, motherfuckers running in and out of the crib Doing drugs, selling drugs, all types of stuff Meanwhile, I was just tryna keep it together I was tryna make sense—sense of all this shit around me I didnt know how to take it, how to perceive it, you know what I mean? And then meanwhile Im supposed to be going to school and getting good grades and shit But Im seeing like, domestic violence in my house And just, so much going on And Im sure everybody was probably like, Man, yo Why little Bobby didnt come to school today? On the real, I was doin anything to run away And thats the same reason kids join gangs every day Cause they wanna be accepted, but at home they too neglected Meanwhile, white America quick to call him a thug But all he ever wanted was a father to give him some love Tell him that he love him, that he need him Promise he wont ever leave him Never smoke crack, never lie, and wont never beat him It feel like for my life I been needed a break Looking at my family, I aint wanna make the same mistake And I know that shit sound fucked up but they not all doin great Oh God, please Can I have a conversation with a member of my family without it ending asking me for five Gs? To pay they bills or they lawyer fees I learned something, I aint giving yall a dime Ill give you something worth more—thats my time I aint dropping stacks, Im dropping knowledge Unless its for my nieces and nephews to go to college And hit me on the phone, hit me up Like, Uncle Bob, where you at? Yeah, I know your pockets fat but I dont give a fuck bout that Im glad we family We a half-breed family, yeah, yeah, uh Man, see, I remember when I was like fifteen years old And my dad took me to the studio I know this is random, Im tryna take you guys through it, right? And, Ill never forget it, I had like eight rhyme books Hell tell you—hell tell you, man I just, I went through them motherfuckers I was rapping for like fifteen minutes straight And that was my first time, yo I was like tenth grade, in the studio And I knew that this was what I wanted to do I knew it I knew it ever since I first saw Kill Bill I been flowin like that blood, Uma Thurman spilled None other than the RZA, yeah he did the soundtrack And then I discovered Wu-Tang soon as I found that And then Big L, Mos Def, and Nas, it wasnt no turning back I couldnt change it if I tried, homie, how bout that? See, Im a student of the game, so simple and plain But Ima take it back to before I ever sat first class on a plane I was in College Park, right? Well I guess, technically, if you wanna go before that I was uh, I was living in Germantown Uh, nah, actually it was Montgomery Village Back in Maryland, I was living in my sisters basement And then some shit happened, you know, she kicked me out It was Christmas, whatever, I love you Genie Anyway, so shit happened, and then I just kept it pushing You know, I was homeless for a little while, whatever, you know I went, uh, I stayed at my—my mentors house, Solomon Uh, and then I stayed back at my—my godparents house Mary Jo and Bernie, I love yall Uh, Mary Jo, Im sorry, back when I used to smoke I would steal the shit out of your cigarettes I love you, Im sorry about that, but You remember—always she would let me record Id always be recording in the attic or wherever I could, so I love you—thank you for supporting me there But then, she was like, You gotta get the fuck outta here too After a while, she gave me some time But like, I was twenty years old at this point She was like, Nah, you gotta get the fuck outta here and do something with your life And this was right around the time that I opened up my first show ever for Ghostface Killah man In Gaithersburg, right in Old Town The shit was insane, Ill never forget it And thats where I met my boy Lenny, Big Lenbo, wassup!? Thats right, man, we just started kicking it and hanging He lived in College Park, and before I knew it I was living—I was living with him in his basement And this was right around the time I met 6ix And 6ix was going to the University of Maryland at the time, which was right down the street So Id always go to their dorm room I remember—there was nights I would just crash in the dorm when we was making beats We was doing all types of shit man When we first got out, we did the first Young Sinatra And now we on the fourth Young Sinatra, motherfucker! That shit is crazy man And I remember like, I used to steal quarters from Lenny just so I could go to the 7-11 to eat And he was like, You idiot, why are you stealing? Just ask me, bro And I was supposed to get a job, I was—see, I was sleeping in, uh, his basement on the couch Which is the—the, the cover to my first album, Under Pressure Shout out Cathy, shout out the Rosado family, all my beautiful brown people! We made it, its crazy But nah, nah, listen, Im getting ahead of myself, Im getting ahead of myself So like, I was staying with him and I was supposed to get a job, right? And he was like, Yo, you gotta get a fucking job, bro Things were going so good with the music that we kinda stopped talking about it It seemed like every week something new was happening And I just sat him down one day and I was like, Look bro, I—please, like, can you just give me one year, like just give me one year, man, let me put everything into this, and if I dont get it, fuck it, Ill just submit, and Ill just—Ill just blend into society. And he was like, Bro Ima give you one year And for one year him, his family, all the homies, Benny, everybody man! They took care of me, they put—he put clothes on my back, he put food in my stomach You know, he helped me with microphones, and recording And yo, almost a year to the fucking day bro, I signed to Def Jam And my man, he was a land surveyor, out there like making sure all the buildings get built Rain, snow, sleet, all that shit for twelve years, dawg! And when I signed my deal I said, Fuck that! Quit your job, were moving to LA! This shit was crazy, so we get to LA Were staying off Coldwater Canyon Alta Mesa, in Studio City, man And Im going to the studio with No I.D. every day And uhh, like, shit is crazy Thats the first time I met Cole, yo shout out Cole, thats my fucking boy Big Sean, all these homies, man, that I met, it was crazy Don Cannon, everybody Thats when I first met Kev Bobby, my engineer—what up Bobby? It was just like, life was insane I dropped, uh, Young Sinatra: Undeniable, and that was crazy That was insane, cause that was the first time Me and my boys ever hit the road On the real, you know we went from zero to overload Performing in front of the fans, had they hands waving This is all I ever wanted, this is all Im craving Me and my boy Chris shocked the game Two visionaries on a mission, shit aint been the same Some ups and downs came around, had a lot of problems But no matter what happen, you know wed always solve em Yeah, wed always solve em, like Man, its kinda crazy thinking about it though Like, so much has happened yo And I mean shit, by the time yall are hearing this, Im 28 Im 27 while Im recording it I mean, right now, literally, Im working on Bobby Tarantino, Ultra 85, Young Sinatra IV And a whole bunch of other shit, man this is crazy! Acting, writing, like Im just—Im just so, I cant believe Im here, man We grinded for so long, we worked for so long, yo And motherfuckers, they hate you, man They try to make me feel bad about how I look, how I speak How I rap, how I act, my race, my everything They just—they, they fucking hate you man Theyll hate you when youre in this position But you cant let em—you cant let em, you cant let that shit get to you man Continue to persevere, continue to be the best you you can be Cause Im here right now man, best friends I got everything I could ever want man Even though you always want more deep down And you got goals deep down, thats great man, but fuck that shit Im so happy, Im so blessed, man So if youre listening to this right now No matter how old you are, how young you are Whether you on the school bus headed to get your education Or you driving home from work pissed off at your boss Just, man, just please do what you love in life So many people, they always say, how, Oh, you know, I would do this—but, or I cant, because And you already fucking lost, they lost And I feel bad for that person cause that person will never make it I would, but I dont have the money, I would, but I dont have the time Fuck that, you gotta do it man You gotta do what makes you happy You have to live selfishly in that aspect Stop worrying about others, stop freaking out Just focus on yourself, man, and your own happiness Thats the realest thing And thats all I can tell you, because You cant help anybody else until you can help yourself, you know what Im saying? So please, put the—put the mask on first, like they say on the airplane, cuz Put your—put your own motherfucking mask on And go do it man Go do it, just live your life I love yall, thank you so much for tuning in Uh, I hope youve enjoyed this Young Sinatra experience, I know I have Uh, this is prolly gon be the last one though Uh, this gon be the last one for sure Im coming back with some fun, but, I dont know I love you guys! Ultra 85s gonna be crazy! I mean, crazy! Bobby Tarantinos that trap shit, woo! We took em back with this boom bap Now we, we finna head to the future We aint scared, we makin music for everybody, you know what I mean? I love yall—look at that Murrland accent coming out I dont know why, every time I get on the mic that Murrland accent Go ahead cuh, jah like all day, boy, you sound like Wale, back of your neck, haha I love yall so much RattPack Yeah, yeah Yeah!15Embed

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All Sinatra Everything Lyrics Young Sinatra Its like this, man, niggas, man Niggas know not to fuck around with this shit though I dont give a fuck how nasty niggas get Nah son Let me tell these niggas something, God I dont want niggas sounding like me... on no album Keep it real, get your own shit, man, and be original Word up Thats all, man Be a better man And you gon, you gon come out on your own way Whatever how you gon take it, man, fuck it Rat Pack niggas Ayo, I force MCs to bleed, retreat and recede Thats the Young Sinatra creed, killin a track with incredible speed And doin it like its nothin, no bluffin, gotta kill it everyday though Slice MCs like Kato, gotchya head spinnin like dreidel Assassinate em so fatal, grip the heat and then tell ya to freeze Gettin cheddar at negative thirty degrees Im talkin mula, money, euro, dollars, that yen Blow it, lets spend it again, Im livin the life until the end Cant comprehend what I got goin, never knowin when Logic flowin Cause Im creepin, like ether the way that I seep in Swimmin in women like the deep end Chillin with shorties that smoke reefer and blow like Aretha, uh Now, Sinatra said the best revenge is massive success I guess thats women and multiple digits in excess Ya family broke bread, but my familys bread was soggy Till my brothers broke bricks like Mr. Miyagi Now what the fuck… Bring it on if you think you can hang Im out for dead fucking presidents to represent me Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing Rat Pack niggas Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing Rat Pack niggas Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing You are watching a master at work Yeah, bring it on if you think— Logic All of a sudden I feel the inner killer emergin Never splurgin, bingin money and never purgin Urgin women to fuck on the rug cause its imported Persian Then bypass matters of the heart like a surgeon Now, its hard to ball when theres problems within the inner circle One moment they cool as Stefan then flip it like Urkel Or flip it like keys, yeah, they flip it like kis From drug lords overseas that export it with ease Bitch please, we stack cheese so old, its mold Im bout that money, so excuse me if my heart is cold The magnum deployed, then I destroy mattresses Late night love affairs with New York City actresses I broke in the game and destroyed the first couple stages Visionary takin over regardless of our ages Makin history today to solidify in the pages of tomorrow The industry is fucked, nothin but sorrow, but Im Playin for keeps in other words no need to borrow So you can keep your advances, wack hooks, and pop dances Dont get me wrong, Im all about the mainstream As long as I sign the deal I want and have the same team And now they trippin like a flight to Vegas Tellin me that Ill never make it and this shit is outrageous Now what the fuck... Bring it on if you think you can hang Im out for dead fucking presidents to represent me Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing Rat Pack niggas Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing Rat Pack niggas Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing You are watching a master at work Yeah, bring it on if you think— Logic Therefore youre never mourn like a memory repressed MCs digest quicker than bullets shot from a gat with the barrel suppressed One to the dome, two to the chest If by chance they got a vest, however nevertheless Im lookin for that real deal, shit that make me feel Pleasure and pain, aint no way to measure the game I got haters in fifty-seven languages, watch me vanquish this The come up, bust quicker than .357 caliber Sharp as Excalibur, crushin muthafuckas like Gallagher now Time is money, something you can never recoup So stop wastin mine, hit rewind and then fuckin regroup Never messed with them chicken heads, but catch me in the coupé Never in public cause Im a studio fiend Rockin diamonds and gettin money, we call that ice cream Now, allow me to give you the scoop, shit, Ill make it a double I came up around more rocks than Barney Rubble Murderers and drug dealers, I knew it no rebuttal Aint no need to claim it, picked up the heat, but never aimed it Now Jay gave us The Blueprint, I lay the foundation Tell ya what Im facin, bars like incarceration Cause my mind is always racin, aint no time for vacations Im never pacin, unless Im on the phone talkin business Get wit this, best witness like Christmas, Im fuckin rappin Walk in the spot and all these haters go for the dap and I never carried em, kill em with kindness then bury em, yeah I was born with talent, God gave me the gift And now I pull more strings than guitar riffs What the fuck… Bring it on if you think you can hang Im out for dead fucking presidents to represent me Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing Rat Pack niggas Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing Rat Pack niggas Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing You are watching a master at work Yeah, bring it on if you think— Sinatra Rat Pack niggas Young Sinatra East Coast flow at its finest20Embed

500 Days of Summer Lyrics I did it today, I made myself say And I take back my tears, my sight, my love No more does your magic work, on my heart No more will your words ever tear me apart I know now for certain, nothings burning anymore Days of Summer] I love her smile, I love her hair, I love her teeth. I love this heart-shaped birthmark she has on her neck. I love the way she sometimes, licks her lips before she talks. I love the sound of her laugh. I can feel it now, its coming soon It is my world, my sun and moon Once upon a time, this world was love But now I know this is everything that Ive dreamed of So take it slow, speed it up Every time I see you I just want to beat it up Maybe not, but thats a lie Cmon baby girl, there aint no need to cry Just let me go or let me know Why the hell you wanna stick around fo Arms length, thats all you do Dont get too close, that is the rule I remember when I met her back in high school Science class, sitting on the stool Now Im feeling—feeling like a fool Cause I cut that tie months ago, this girl is cruel Or maybe not, just very lovely No matter what she says I know she still loves me So can I love?—Ive already asked Who wouldve known matters of the heart Would be such a task? Days of Summer] I hate summer, I hate her crooked teeth. I hate her 1960s haircut. I hate her knobby knees. I hate her cockroach-shaped splotch on her neck. I hate the way she smacks her lips before she talks. And I hate the way she sounds when she laughs. She used to be my girl But now she just a girl Im fucking She used to mean the world to me But now that world is nothing I wouldve put a ring on that finger but I couldnt afford it So I laced it with ribbon, she adored it Sometimes I wonder if she thinks of me But my mind tells me to focus on work so instinctively How could the pussy be that good? Cause my feelings involved Til my shorty evolved and her feelings dissolved But thats what happens when you find them young Treat them like royalty, and they will run Searching the world for perfect love and realize youre the one But they fucked up cause now that shit is done This is a letter to the woman of my dreams Love what she brings So listen baby girl cause everything aint what it seems You either know me now or Imma meet you after fame But one things for sure, your life will never be the same Cause youre gonna be my wife and my mistress So understand now I cant be there for every Christmas I love you more than anything, but I could never risk this On stage living life, while youre forced to miss this14Embed

Just Another Day Lyrics Yeah Will I make it? I dont know From the bottom of my heart I swear to God I gotta blow This for every time the world told me no If I dont make it in this game I aint got nowhere else to go From the drama to the hoes, from the records to the shows I gotta make it, and if they dont give me what I deserve Then Ima take it, Ive been underrated, underestimated and hated But I cant wait to look back and say that I made it Cause nowadays everyones a rapper and I hate it Yall dont kno-oh-oh-oh-kno-oh-oh-oh Said yall dont kno-oh-oh-oh-kno-oh-oh-oh I had to face my demons and embrace all of my fears While you was out partying, chilling and sipping on some beers I was sacrificing adolescent years Blood, sweat, and tears to find out what music really is And now Im feeling, Im feeling like the moment has arrived Where Bobby is no longer living and Logic has revived From his ashes, music, money, liquor, Im fucking passed this Lyricism thats driven from a master, you bastards Just another day living in the hood Just another day around the way Feeling good today Feeling lovely All I ever wanted was some financial security And now I fuck with bitches just to mask my insecurities Cause pussy aint nuttin, but my heart is sure full of something Now Im, colder than ever, pushing through any weather High score flow, aint none of yall close to my level Mental state of a winner in the shoes of a beginner Visualizing my horizon through the eyes of a sinner Noticing how the line between me and fame is getting thinner Yall dont kno-oh-oh-oh-kno-oh-oh-oh Said yall dont kno-oh-oh-oh-kno-oh-oh-oh Just another day living in the hood Just another day around the way Feeling good today Feeling lovely Just another day living in the hood Just another day around the way Feeling good today Feeling lovely You know my steelo, busting shots like free throws The young bandido, cutting records like they was kilos, ha Is it a blessing that Im messing with girls That wanna undress in the back of my car, or is it just cause Im a star? Or is it just cause Im a star? Five-foot-seven, look like she fell from heaven With an ass hotter than the devil, please call a reverend She was black and asian, part Hispanic and part amazing Women they feen us, merely because we are the keenest My heart only has one love like Serena and Venus You know I am the meanest genius with the biggest See, baby girl, I know you got some problems Just know Im here to solve em, revolve em, cock em back and dissolve em I swear I take care of all em but you gotta trust it Love it, open your heart before you lust it, now bust it, what Just another day living in the hood Just another day living in the hood Just a—Just another—Just another—Just another day Lovely Sunny Norway Just another day living in the hood Just another day around the way Feeling good today Feeling lovely Just another day living in the hood Just another day around the way Feeling good today Feeling lovely 11Embed

Pardon My Ego Lyrics Five hundred thousand for a one-off Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off It dont matter where we at, its poppin like a gun off Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh Five hundred thousand for a one-off Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off It dont matter where we at, its poppin like a gun off Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh Skinny Nikki geeky, gettin brain dead, uh I dont give a fuck what the lames say, uh Old girl wanna give the boy head How bout a little bitty self-love instead? I cant fuck a ho, Id rather self-love instead Cant save a ho, no S on my chest, or gun to my head Get the bread , get the bread Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread, uh I aint just tryna get a nut off Bobby Boy be quick to leave a bad bitch cut off Like when you in the studio and the vocal get cut... Five hundred thousand for a one-off Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off It dont matter where we at, its poppin like a gun off Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh Five hundred thousand for a one-off Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off It dont matter where we at, its poppin like a gun off Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh Like Get the bread , get the bread Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread Im feelin like Kid Cudi A little crazy, but tell me, what genius aint a little nutty? Everybody be like that sometimes You can hear it in me in some rhymes I aint bipolar, Kanye make me wish I was Cause that level of genius the meanest Nobody fuckin around with that flow When I spit it, you know its the cleanest, uh All my haters can suck my penis Went from five hundred a show to sellin out arenas From SOBs in NYC To smokin trees at the motherfuckin Garden Pardon my ego, uh Maybe its the weed smoke Maybe its the beat though If I draw it in the sand Better not cross the line like a free throw, uh Five hundred thousand for a one-off Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off It dont matter where we at, its poppin like a gun off Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh Five hundred thousand for a one-off Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off It dont matter where we at, its poppin like a gun off Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh Like Get the bread , get the bread Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread19Embed

Studio Ambience at Night: Malibu Lyrics Chattering Feeling all this shit And yes I know that when Im low Theres so much further I can go And so I look up to the sky Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my I feel the Aryan in my blood, its scarier than a Blood Been looking for holy water now Im prayin for a flood Feel like time passing me by, slower than a slug While this feelin inside of my bodys seepin like a drug Will you hug me, rub me on the back like a child Tell me you love me, need me Promise me youll never leave Even though my daddy you know he Wait a minute, is that—? Ayy, whos playin that? You playin that? 6ix you cant be playin that, thats the album shit dawg!1Embed

Mode II Lyrics Yeah, fall in line To fall back, Big Ls technique, Puns grammar Before the roof went in the trunk, the ragtops Sat back behind the head, just like a gun hammer My sickness, should remind you of Christmas, cause I’m always coming down with something, like a young Santa Understand, there will be no rematch The kinda ass whooping, you’ll only have to open up one can of Huh? You ain’t rolling forward, you’re rolling wrong Reaching out to gangstas, to be gangsta, you holding on I grab a hold of this .44 long, and let it go More than a 4 year old, singing the Frozen song I put this Tec to your eclectic temple And wreck your wit, then carve in your tombstone: “Heavenly Father, he wasn’t ready to collide with a force To be reckoned with.” Do you boys know who you messing with? I’m with messing-with-niggas-destiny shit, Im from the Midwest, I stopped drinking so I can start policing The block, now I just cop smoke, like pig breath Pac’s soul would come out, if I died a big death Shoe connoisseur, who’s finer, your bitch? Or my bitch? It don’t matter, cause you with my ex The name of my ex inked on you, to me homie Extinct, like a dinosaur, you can probably find me spooning With a dime looking like Lucy Liu, or something to my broom Looking like, a huge China drawer, I’m a motherfucking Walking hazard, find me in the bodying department When y’all rhyming, if y’all own release remind me Of Prodigy partner, y’all can have it, I man up Lifted the can up, killed the killer, who ran up scared When I was eight, my daddy yelled down the basement steps: You only gotta listen to me, and the man upstairs! Cause I’m in motherfucking beast mode Beast mode, homie I’m in beast mode Beast mode Yeah, yeah, fuck a black, brown, yellow or white it’s about unity While the media tryna twist my words, for the opportunity to ruin me Fuck ‘em all, bitch, I’m still doing me It’s you and me on the record I’ll detect it like an infected nervous system I never miss, I murder my mission as the rendition I listen while my chain glisten I’ma get it like the world is endin Dependent on if it’s impending Defendin my mind in the way I rhyme so I’m sendin in The best of the best, no never the less I never digress I just keep it moving Finger fuck who ain’t on improving We finally grooving, on the way, no way to remove them We constantly improving, yeah, through rejuvenation I said juveniles run the nation, come now, fuck your occupation A revelation I’m facing, more secretive than a mason It look like we neck and neck but I’m far from adjacent I come so far from that basement They look at me and know Im in beast mode I’m in beast mode Then it’s game time, beast mode I’m a beast, I’m in beast mode Know who I am Beast mode I’m, I’m in the zone for realer You roll down on me they gonna call craps We dont call cops we just rolls so they call paps Yall in my office, similes all facts Yes I fought wars, my enemies all wack Check your chalkboard Critics said things shit they aint even killing they arsenals Me and the God flow Guard the team like Damian Lillard the stiller And poke your chest out like Cardinals Yall rhyme schemes are escargot, mines a Newport Marlboro, Chicago next shops to Chiraq Pirates turning niggas skill into the dog bone Yall go fetch and this is all from me being barked on And now your dog gone And Im a daw-gone vet So you might wanna resort to more peaceful matters My bitch flirt with an entertainer, he can have her I was taught that when theres beef to just keep quiet And peep his pattern If he strikes shepherd, the sheep will scatter Extendos, hanging out the windows Of them Benzos, assumptions you have them in your window Hip-hop is just an outlet for yall to follow The fakes, not over the hill just know the high road to take No cheeks to turn and all I know is I aint all out of hallows The symbolism of me inside a diablo Playing Mariah, burning this money fast Until Im all out of high notes Nigga my weight up So much that I no longer challenge haters From no on Im a call out a high-low Nickel-Nine the God Then it’s game time cause I’m in motherfucking beast mode Beast mode, homie I’m in beast mode Know who I am beast mode Yeah, its the return of the mad rapper, dead president kidnapper Motivated, underrated, most hated Talk shit behind my back but in person congratulated Damn this is my vision written without a revision Like I am lost in a matrix Im everything but complacent Like my dream is adjacent but I cant make a move Fifteen writing rhymes inspired by Illmatic Im still at it, every record I record leave the record shattered Cause I be in the lab for a month Searching for inner peace through meditation like a monk Im over their head and yet they still sleeping like a bottom bunk Why these thirsty bitches throw me pussy like I got them drunk I master the flow these up and comers have only spilt I got back from Ireland so you know the show I kilt I never truly admire the empire I built Cause when youre comfortable power shifts and positions tilt At business meetings I go through lyrics within my mind Cause the ultimate therapy is whenever I rhyme First time shaking their hand for the fifth time Being introduced to people that used to pay me no mind Used to count my money now I weigh it by the crate Far from an up-and-comer, my competition’s the greats and I dont give my wifey the rubber, like raw sex I give her the plastic cause Im the one that cut the checks now Yeah, my flow expand like frozen water I fathered these motherfuckers just like a daughter And if they want beef then I gotta little slaughter My bars are hotter than the steel cages after the solder Its nada, everything you plan on doing we already thought of Talking years before you fuckers because we work harder See Ive been at it from the start Married to the game till death do us part I’m in beast mode Then it’s game time, beast mode I’m a beast I’m in beast mode Know who I am, beast mode I’m, I’m in the zone for realer Im the highest, exalted Rappers are doing a lot of talking Youre tired of me living then youll probably die of exhaustion The fliest looking like Ive got a living stylus Later for sales, you know who got the illest album Loaded a chopper with slugs, call that the K Michelle Then I dump that bitch, now thats the Idris Alba Bitch niggas get with a nigga bitch Just to call a nigga a bitch nigga to a nigga bitch Aint gotta be in no cemetery to dig a ditch Dont need bananas and Ben and Jerrys to get a split Wig, you know Im big slipping through new equip Stop gassing you know we couldnt care less if you a chick The tech popping like a question get it right Triggers mic, put a niggas wife in the air like Ludacris Im a beast Fall in line or fall back Im plugged into the shooters What I say isnt forced with a connect So this aint all rap We coned the perimeter in all black Like the back of Forest Whitakers neck Niggas get all naps You woulda, coulda, shoulda ass niggas Couldnt fuck a bitch with pills and jello pudding gas nigga If you ever ever hear about me taking shit Best believe theres toilets in the safe And Im on it eating spaghetti bolognaise And if you in my lane I hope you know you rolling with grenades Im the coldest, you the hoest Ill let you switch places with me if Drea agrees Then she gonna come through and delete my wholeness with a face Then it’s game time, beast mode I’m a beast, I’m in beast mode Know who I am, beast mode I’m, I’m in the zone for realer Then it’s game time, beast mode I’m a beast, beast mode Know who I am, beast mode 5, 5’9, 5, 5’9 5’9, 5, 5’9, 5, 5, 5’9 5, 5’9, beast mode 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BOBBY Lyrics Fame be like, like when you rich and famous and shit They think you sposed to act a certain way Im a little lit on the tour bus, so Ima act a certain way Mike Holland, we recordin? Whoa, that my man? Ayy Who got the juice like me? Who got the juice like, who got the juice like Im finna give her the D End of the night, she gon be screamin, be screamin Who sell out arenas? Who spit it the meanest? Whos biracial only in his penis? My shit the cleanest, Im a fuckin genius Self-proclaimed, but they know the name Who got the juice like me? Who got the juice like, who got the juice like Im finna give her the D End of the night, she gon be screamin, be screamin Who sell out arenas? Who spit it the meanest? Whos biracial only in his penis? My shit the cleanest, Im a fuckin genius Self-proclaimed, but they know the name I guess when you make it this big People assume your head this big Start takin shots, yeah, they pour the drink In person, they blow smoke like a cig Shorty gon pass me the head til I nut I am so rich that I dont give a fuck Me and my homies, we smoke in the cut Momberg, like what? I just performed for like fifteen thousand I leave these women arousin All the pussy in the club make a tidal wave Come on, now, Bobby boy, behave Black and white, you aint half of the nigga I am You just mad you aint as big as I am Real MC, your shit Sam-I-Am Been a while, can I get a God damn? I am the best in my field like a slave Who said fuck emancipation, burned the plantation Facing death, and then put the master in his grave Why? Cause black is beautiful Snappin so hard, I might snap a cuticle Fifty million in the bank, know my circle like a tank Think you can get in, you cant Kiss a bitch hand and she faint Kiss a bitch hand and she faint Who got the juice like me? Who got the juice like, who got the juice like Im finna give her the D End of the night, she gon be screamin, be screamin Who sell out arenas? Who spit it the meanest? Whos biracial only in his penis? My shit the cleanest, Im a fuckin genius Self-proclaimed, but they know the name Who got the juice like me? Who got the juice like, who got the juice like Im finna give her the D End of the night, she gon be screamin, be screamin Who sell out arenas? Who spit it the meanest? Whos biracial only in his penis? My shit the cleanest, Im a fuckin genius Self-proclaimed, but they know the name Man, you know, he dont fuck with nobody You know why? Cause all yall niggas is talkin a bunch of bullshit And you know, you cant back up what ya say Because your mouth say one thing And your actions show another Then you cant back it up So what the fuck you gon do? This is Logics dad, this is Bobby Smokey Hall And he came out my balls 7Embed

Legacy Lyrics You You, you, you, you, you You, you, you How do you want to be remembered? Just being rich? Yeah, yeah Uh Visions of seeing myself as someone different Reality got me feeling indifferent Im lifting this weight off my shoulder But hold up, older I get I reload the clip and sip on something I feel good for nothing All my glory days behind me or beyond me I’m folding like origami My tables turning like interior decorators Levels like elevators These haters got me questioning my judgement Tried by a jury of my peers, but where the judge went? What will my legacy be? Who will my enemy be? In due time as I write this rhyme I dont know Flash before my eyes Yeah, uh And on my deathbed what will I say as I pray? And reminisce of another day, uh I came from nothing, a child born in poverty Went to college to gain knowledge So they would acknowledge me Honestly, I got a good job I found a woman, made her my wife But spent more time at work So we could have a stable life And when my son was born I had to work even harder Before I knew it, now my wife was giving birth to my daughter Went from 40 hours a week to 80 Aint nobody gon’ pay me but myself Sacrifice my time and my health, for wealth I missed a birthday, miss an anniversary Theres lots of people in this world thats worse than me I wasnt there for my sons first words But he aint grow up in the hood like me, we in the burbs Sacrifice a couple years, he could have all the money when Im gone What a fool I was I missed his graduation, I missed her wedding day I didnt even get to give my little girl away But I paid for the honeymoon, yeah, I paid for the honeymoon I’m not there right now but I will be later I’m working on something thats greater That’s my legacy Uh, Im gon be remembered by generations to come Damn, you dumb You wont be remembered by your son Uh, yeah To be remembered by generations to come You a fool You won’t be remembered by your son Nonsense, nonsense! I said to the man with no money, nonsense, uh, uh Step back who running from me I dont know my own identity I look in the mi-look in the mi-the mirror, I aint clearer Im just trying to be free— who is that? It surely aint me As I lay on my deathbed, I realized I was wrong I have been the richest man in the world all along A beautiful family that all I did was ignore For financial stability and fear of being poor Cause when I was a child, knew I always wanted more When I was a child, knew I always wanted more, more, more And now I got it, uh And now Im laying in this bed; cancer spreading through my lungs Looking at my family like Damn, yall were the ones I sacrificed my life for 100s, 50s, 20s, 10s, 5s, and 1s So dumb, Id give it all if I could Do it for my heart again, not my wallet I hate to recall it but its gone now—legacy is gone now Sacrifice my health for wealth, no, it wasnt worth it But as I take my last breath, I know that I deserved it Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy The legacy you gon leave behind you forever is the blood in your veins Wake up, Daddy, now is the time for change And as your child Im telling you I dont give a damn if we living on change, Daddy Just as long as we livin Just as long as we livin, Daddy I just want to be happy, I dont give a damn if we live in a shoebox Now my mama gon tell you what you got I love you, I love you, I love you, I want you, I need you, I crave you Why you throw away this pussy that I gave you? Why you fucking round behind my back While Im home raising my children? Feel like a single mother even though a ring up on it Supposed to be husband and wife, you more like my opponent Finger fucking myself cause fuck infidelity Id rather look in the mirror be happy who I see Sometimes I want to take my babies and go to my mama crib Can I live? Can I have a life away from my life? Be the woman that I would have been if I wasnt your wife? You know I love em—but if that test wasnt positive I woulda had a lot to give Sometimes I want to divorce your ass and take half Motherfucker But I stay cause I love these children And I love you deep down, thats why I stick around, but You never there Cause you just want to be the best You just want to make this money, uh Come get this pussy, motherfucker Come get this pussy and love your children Fuck your legacy Fuck it Float in the abyss of nothingness My consciousness remembers a life before it hits black I wish that I could get back and then I realize that all this shit is just a daydream And theres only like four of us on the tour bus And Im in the back, how bout that? Thinkin bout my legacy And how we as human beings sacrifice health for money Aint it funny? Cause in the end, we spend all our money on repairing our body and mind When we really should have just spent time Fuck a legacy Ima go live my life Peace20Embed

Used to Hate It Lyrics Undeniable Yeah Bitches be pressed for paper Chillin with my homie SlayDro while he ignites the vapor Life is a bitch and you cannot escape her Unless you talking suicide What the fuck you mean that Im changin? Cause I finally got a little bit of money and a Range in my driveway With a Rattpack smoking on Zimbabwe, crankin Sinatra, that My Way Bitches they love it, Visionary nothin above it Get shorties wet when I rub it, carbon copies they dub it Ha-ha-ha, you used to hate it , now you love it Smile in my face I think nothin of it Yeah, I shake your hand , kill em with kindness Homie, this is Young Sinatra at his fuckin finest Ha-ha-ha, you used to hate it , now you love it Smile in my face I think nothin of it Yeah, I shake your hand , kill em with kindness Homie, this is Young Sinatra at his fuckin finest Yeah, yeah This is for my independent women thats runnin shit in high heels Educated in business but majored in sex appeal My shorty she gotta, sportin Gucci, Louis and Prada Lookin beautiful in it all but I prefer nada Yeah, low maintenance and high scale Type of shorty that when you get locked up she pay the bail I used to follow my dreams until I caught up to em People talkin shit but pay attention to what we doin Its never been done, watch me go platinum just for fun Far from materialistic, but let me stunt, son You know what I been on, you know where I be at The proof is within the numbers, they slumber but now they react I got three tapes, zero tolerance, one of the greats Put that shit together and what you get, thats where Im from The 3-0-1, smokin joints with your girl for fun Stand strong and never run less POPO go for the gun like Ha-ha-ha, you used to hate it , now you love it Smile in my face I think nothin of it Yeah, I shake your hand , kill em with kindness Homie, this is Young Sinatra at his fuckin finest Ha-ha-ha, you used to hate it , now you love it Smile in my face I think nothin of it Yeah, I shake your hand , kill em with kindness Homie, this is Young Sinatra at his fuckin finest Yeah We snatch it like interception Met the girl of my dreams, her love resembled inception Her sign was a Leo, me, her, and music, thats the perfect trio Spanish hunny, we met in Rio, future lookin Cleo Bitches be braggin, so much money my pants saggin VMG is up-to-date but these businessmen be laggin Eve bit the apple and Steve changed the world Gettin money like Zuckerberg, my bank account is sterol I am not defined by that in which I do possess Cause all it takes is riches to get bitches to undress I need drive in a lady, not a girl that drive me crazy Need a girl that dont care if I drive a Honda or Mercedes Spit fire like Hades, I infect it like rabies Its all that, shout out to them 90s babies Never hesitate to supply the heat What 6ix produces from his chest, we call that shit a heartbeat Im a king, you fuckers my pawns Shortcut to the desktop, I am your newest icon These bitches they love it, I truly cant stress it enough Girl, got them daddy problems, thats why she be actin tough Innocent in person, but in the bed she love it rough Runnin away from reality to sniff coke and puff, so Let me get it, the second I spit it you know that I did it, everybody wanna come around They used to hate it, but now they love the sound Ha-ha-ha, you used to hate it , now you love it Smile in my face I think nothin of it Yeah, I shake your hand , kill em with kindness Homie, this is Young Sinatra at his fuckin finest Ha-ha-ha, you used to hate it , now you love it Smile in my face I think nothin of it Yeah, I shake your hand , kill em with kindness Homie, this is Young Sinatra at his fuckin finest Logic Sinatra Undeniable Oh, oh You already know Oh9Embed

Wannabe Lyrics How much does fame weigh? A gram I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous Why cant I be famous? I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous Why cant I be f– I be f– I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous Why cant I be famous? I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous I wanna be– Im just a regular person, so Im not good enough, no, Im not good enough, no, I aint shit I dont get likes like they get likes, so I am gonna slit my fucking wrist I aint apologin, inject the collagen Make me feel like Im in college again He sellin fame by the gram Cant leave the house without you in my hand That social media shit is a contest If I aint winnin then I am depressed And I feel less than, I get stressed then I, I, I, I, I get stressed like, Ooh Why you think Kanye crazy? Why you think YG brazy like, Suu whoop Why you think homeboy aint on the Internet no more? Motherfuck all of you I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous Why cant I be famous? I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous Why cant I be f– I be f– I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous Why cant I be famous? I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous I wanna be–7Embed

Juice Lyrics Hmmm, yeah! Sinatra Aight, yeah, yeah, homie Im comin Im coming and Im never gonna give up My mentality is making rappers feel like They can never even live up to Logic You bust I dodge it Think you seein me, nah, you just miragin Im gunnin, Im gunnin like a semi-automatic That’s fully equipped with lyricism, Ill let em have it I blast it, any style that you comin at me with I master it, I son mothafuckas that Im out on you bastards Syke, Im just playin with yall Yeah, you know I had to keep it going Kid rhymes that blow minds and C4in Real recognize real and you lookin foreign I was spittin flows before I was even born in the womb And Ima keep it up until the tomb And as for the fame, yeah I know its coming soon Cause Im goin in raw, finna bust up in your room I hit a beat and its ergence to emerge in the game Pukin Hodukens Im too sick to spit that Yoga flame The way I see it, this is rap second renassaince Spittin dirty sentences, so ill they affecting medicine Ha, Im heaven sent and spittin fire like a demon As the internet I let my flow to get to streamin, Im beamin Flawlessly listen in that women in yo head while you dreamin Leo Dicaprio flow all up in that bitch schemin Tryna get you to buy that album, tryna get you feenin See my vision as I commentate it You wanna see naked rerun of the bait but the hater ate it Success is truly overrated Ive seen caster with a blow up to pop and get deflated See yeah, you made it but all your fans hate it And its kinda lookin like you and Satan negotiated When it comes down to the rap game you see Im integrated Half-white, half-black I had it incorporated Get the money Yeah, Im just a youngin with a dream Who spittin til sixteen Quite the microphone fiend Other rappers nahmean When I step up on the scene All they gon see is my skin Til I open up my mouth and they find out my lyrics mean Had a meeting with Raheem Dre and the whole team But before I execute a perfect plan I gotta scheme Cause right now Im on the dolo Everything about this tape I did it on the solo Yeah, I said its hurricane Logic Maryland cant dodge it They gon be bumpin me from the burbs to the projects I get on the mic and excite anybody around me Youre probably wondering why a label has not found me Its not that easy, I gotta work from the ground Be the center of attention, look at the people around me Black on the inside, my outside Ritz Whats a cracker without the cheese? I gotta stack chips Would you care for a glass of grape juice? Nigga, what the fuck is juice? You have interfered with our affairs for the last time.8Embed

Can I Love Lyrics I wrote a bunch of letters but— I thought it made me look like a fool So I never mailed any of them out I just wanna talk to you girl, mama you know are...I just got something I wanna say... Baby do you remember Warm summers and cold winters Songs by soul singers the feeling it still lingers Elevated by my kiss as you melted between my fingers Babygirl, sometimes I wish That I could just rewind this shit and take it back I had visions but they just faded black My train of thought is on a different track When you’re in love it’s hard to separate fiction from fact Your image in my head, and I’m trynna get rid of that But you’re always on my mind like a fitted hat Baby girl, I wanna bring it back to puppy love When you was sent from up above to care for me Said that you’d always be there for me And even though you’re gone, it’s like you never left Cuz you always in my heart and still take away my breath Can I love? Babygirl, can I love? I said mama can I love? Yeah, can I love? I wanna laugh with you Run the water and take a bath with you Stay up late and watch romantic comedies When it comes down to it you’re my hearts commodity Yea, and now I’m feeling like a fool Writing love letters that you’ll probably never get And right now, I love you more than I’d like to admit Because we’re separated Unto you this song is dedicated I’m love sick and I need you to medicate it Feeling devastated I think about the past and now I hate it Cause all it proves is that we never made it See me and shorty got history like a textbook But lately our positon is changed like that sex book Ms. Independent she the type to hold her own Late night contemplating all alone The kingdom is empty without the queen upon the throne Can I love? Babygirl, can I love? I said, Mama, can I love? Imma ask you, can I love? They say there’s many more in the sea But rather then go fish I play solitare I look around and see you everywhere But at the same you’re never there Fingers through your hair Reminiscing bout when and where Remember when we pulled up to that spot and did it there See I hate to watch you walk away But I love to watch you come Baby girl you’re so lustful then innocent when it’s done The love we share is like a fine wine Cuz no matter what happens, it only gets better with time Baby girl you’re so fine that I had to take the time To articulate this rhyme with you in mind, you’re so divine Ain’t no matter who you’re fucking with Or no matter who I’m fucking with, you’ll still be mine Will we make it? I don’t know The only thing that will tell us is time Can I love? Babygirl, can I love? I said, Mama, can I love? Imma ask you, can I love?14Embed

You Can Count On Me Lyrics Ive been waiting a long time for a love like you, yeah Going out on the town, drinkin the night away But I never found you, no I didnt Cause when Im around you, yeah The world seems so much sweeter than it was The friends all around you, yeah, they say its not But we know that its love Baby, you can count on me Ill be right there for you Ill always adore you My love will restore you Baby, you can count on me Count on me Baby, you can count on me Count on me Baby, you can count on me Count on me Baby, you can count on- And even though Im giving you everything I wont give into indecision Im always gon be there, see my vision And even though we got more issues than GQ No matter what happens, its always gon be you, its always gon be you Its mathematical, fuck all this division dont need sabbatical As long as you can count than you can process the amount in which Im living for you Foot up on the gas, Im your baby yeah Im driven for you Mind racing and my body pacing, but Im in it for you Ive been on my own for too long, its just you and I Everything we ever talk about you know, is do or die Any type of way you feeling right now, you can let it die 312 type of girl, why you always shy? I can feel it happen the second I said it, dont let it get the best you Im just trying to bring out the best in you I aint testing you I aint telling you how to live Im just giving you everything Ive got to give Baby you can count on me Ill be right there for you Ill always adore you My love will restore you Baby, you can count on me Count on me Baby you can count on me Count on me Baby, you can count on me Count on me Baby, you can count on me Tell me how you feeling Are you willing to keep going now? Play me as the villain if you choose, but its on nowGrew up on the east coast, Soho where its going now Baby you can count on me If you wanna get it, we can do it like that now I aint finna back down Cause you can count on me Baby, you can count on me Count on me Baby, you can count on me, yeah Woah, yeah, oh Baby you can count on, me5Embed

Grandpa’s Space Ship Lyrics Morty: Hey, uh, Grandpa Rick, can we maybe... maybe I can pick what we listen to next? You know... weve been in this ship for like three hours now Rick: Well, Morty, that entirely depends on whether or not you have the mental capacity to pick something I would be willing to listen to Morty: Well, what about Logic? Rick: Logic? Morty: Youre not fuckin with Logic? Bro? You know what Im talkin about? Rick: Morty, calm down, of course, I love Logic. Who doesnt like Logic? You gotta be a fuckin idiot if you dont like Logic. But the question is, what Logic are we talkin about here? Morty: What do you mean? Rick: Well are we talkin about mixtape Logic or album Logic? Morty: What does it matter? I mean Logic is Logic Rick: Morty, it matters very much Morty: I dont know, Rick, I mean... album Logic? Rick: Ugh, Morty Im sorry, Im gonna have to decline a request Morty: What? Grandpa Rick, are you saying you dont like Logic albums? Rick: Morty, if thats what I was trying to say, I would have said it. Dont come at me like a little punk ass motherfucker, dont try to come at me, Morty. Im saying that hes got a plethora of music that varies from mood to mood, Morty. Okay? And Im saying that Im in the mood to turn some shit up, Morty. Im not in the mood for a message about how I can be whatever I want or oohhh you know like equality and everybody and all that shit, alright? Just wanna hear some fuckin... about titties, throwin stacks on some ass, you know, just some good old fuckin ATL style club rap, Morty Morty: Geez, Rick, I mean, Logic he turns stuff up on his albums too, Rick, you know? He turns shit up Rick: Morty, shut up. Im simply implying, you know, I want some shit I can turn up on this ride to Clazabar planet in sector G9, okay Morty: Alright, geez, okay Rick: So, you know, so, meet me in the middle, Morty. Give me some of that Bobby Tarantino shit. Youre talking about Logic, you know and Im talking about that titty rap. Jus- why dont we meet in the middle with some Bobby Tarantino, you know. I need it, just need to hear it, its pretty good Morty: Yeah, you know I agree with you Rick, here Im gonna throw this Bobby Tarantino shit in Rick: Yeah, drop that shit, drop that shit, Morty! Drop that shit in my fucking spaceship, Spaceship! Spaceship: Yes, Rick? Rick: Uh, play Bobby Tarantino14Embed

Street Dreams II Lyrics Uh, suddenly Im in the whip, with the gat, full clip Out the blue, like a crip, doin 90 on the backroad Outta nowhere my girl hit me on the bat phone I could hear it in her voice, know she just wasnt alone Then a voice I didnt recognize Said If you wanna see your wife alive, bring a million in cash and shes gonna survive Look at the clock, pitch black, its 11:05 Hung up the phone, you know I put that shit in hyper-drive Then I call my homie 6ix to tell him Ima need his help Ima be outside in five, get the gat under ya belt Then I felt the sweat from my palm on the steering wheel I tried to shake it, man, I cant believe this shit is real Heart pumping on the 101, this shit right here aint no fun Live and die by the gun, get you some Yeah, I pull up to the crib, pick up 6ix, now we out this bitch Only thing thats on my mind is Put this fucker in a ditch Soon as I get there, boy, Im lightin up that ass Ima fill him with lead and they never finna count the cash Til I look up at the dash and realize Im out of gas So I stopped at the station, piss like probation Tell my boy to fill up as I head inside to pay Open the door and see a white guy at the counter named Clay Pull out a 50 and told him to hurry He movin slow like he aint got a worry in the world And a attitude; maybe I was actin rude Hold up, if the person you love was kidnapped, what would you do? He saw my gat in my jacket and froze I told him I aint want no problem but he chose To reach for the shotty anyway, so I blew him away Just tryna get some gas, now his brains blast Frozen, thinkin bout what just happened, now its in the past Jump in the whip 0 to 60, yeah, we out fast See that red and blue flash, damn, the cops is on my ass Hear them sirens, flashing lights in my rear view This shit like a movie in a theater near you 120 now, I feel like OJ No they wont, everything will be okay Swerve left, swerve right, now they almost out of sight Finna pull under the bridge, they wont spot me here at night Slow it down, play it cool, mama, she aint raised no fool Sit back, breathe slow, , there they go Man they found us, I dont know how but they came around us Fuck the police, no, they never do astound us In the back of my mind, I know I gotta get the cash Its in my secret stash, wish I had another path Out the window I can hear the bullets blast, wish I had a mask Make it to the crib, thats my only task Adrenaline in my body, could take on anybody Coming down to the wire, they blew my tire then we flip Car crash Freeze you motherfucker! 6ix, come on get up! Im shot, Im shot! What? Im shot! Get the fuck on the ground! Aww, fuck, fuck! They got me! He bleedin slow, blood dripping from his torso Will he ever get to see his son grow? Whats the picture they gon paint after he go? Last song he ever sung when the bullet hit his lung Man, I shoulda never called, hed be alive if he aint come All he tried to do was help save my wife Wish I couldve saved his life, I wish I could take it back Now my best friends life curtain call, fade to black It just aint no turning back, pulled out the gat And put a bullet through the man in blue and it came out his back Jump in the whip, no looking back First time in the front seat of that white and black Side streets through the city, aint nobody fucking with me Yeah, you know I had to duck em all, screamin Motherfuck the law Next thing I saw was a block from my crib Thinkin bout my shorty, she my rib Pull up in the driveway No cops in sight but just might somehow pull up my way Open the stash, get the cash, now Im back out So I put the Audi in reverse and then I back out Look at the addy in the text with my girl whereabouts Five minutes later, now Im creeping in a warehouse Lot of goons, lot of guns, now Im shooting just for fun I dont give a fuck where they come from, Im killing everyone Finally make it to the back, all alone, pitch black Hear a sound, what was that? Think it came from over there Lights on, now I see my wife, shes tied up to a chair With a gun to her head and a man gripping her hair All I did was stop and stare, he took the gag out of her mouth And she started calling my name but didnt seem to be in pain Really shaken up , I felt like I was waking up So I shot him quick in the neck and he hit the floor Before I untied her, I shot him four more times Put a bullet in his spine, was he dead? Lets see Staring at the man, gun in his hand, it couldnt be The man who kidnapped my wife was me Bobby! What? What—what? Man, get your ass up nigga, we at the studio! Say what? Damn, man. Cmon, hurry up, man! Whats wrong with you? Wake up, here. Come on Wait, were at the studio right now? Were here already? Damn, man, since you started smoking weed you always fucking late! Man, shut the fuck up Kev Stoney Bob neck ass23Embed

Can I Kick It Lyrics Okay Oh, oh, oh, oh Wonderful beauty queen Youre the only one for me It dont matter how it seems But you can come kick it with me Well, can I ask you, baby? Can I kick it? Can I kick it? Can I kick it? Well, Im gone, gone Ayy, its the Bobby Boy, better known as chocolate and vanilla Aint another iller, Im the nuke to Godzilla I feel a sensation, vibration comin on Walk up in the spot like a motherfuckin don Whats up with you, shorty? Tryna get to know you I know we went to school together, thats the old you Never told you how I felt, I feel I owed you Never really tried to talk to you because of old you But beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl Dont you walk out my world Everything that the boy feel for you, girl It compiles my world Tell me that youre satisfied Without me right by your side No, no, please dont run and hide Let your man give you a ride No, no, please dont run and hide Skippity, bop, bop, na, na, na, na La da-da-da, la da-da-da, da da da da Can I kick it? Can I kick it? Can I kick it? Well, Im gone Can I kick it? Can I kick it? Can I kick it? Well, Im gone Wonderful beauty queen Youre the only one for me It dont matter how it seems But you can come kick it with me Well, can I ask you, baby?11Embed

Addiction Lyrics I wouldnt wanna have it any other way Im addicted and I just cant get enough Knockin- knockin doors down, showing cuz around Knockin doors down, showing cuz around Knockin- knockin doors down, showing cuz around Ima- Ima come through and show my wood pine Knockin- knockin doors down, showing cuz around Knockin doors down, showing cuz around Knockin- knockin doors down, showing cuz around Ima- Ima come through and show my wood pine Boy, I know my shit was on another level When people would joke around and say I signed with the devil Cause its gotta be a sin to be this good Hating on my music shit I wish you would Yeah I been offered four of five deals Bust like banana clips, boy thats four or five kills Doing the most accumulating so much bread I think its time for toast and I aint talking fine wine Im talking semi-automatic shit that blow your mind Then when I blow like mine the whole world gon see me shine This is the life that I should live homie Im never going back, Im addicted to the game Yall can tell by the tracks Knockin, knockin doors down, showing cuz around Knockin doors down, showing cuz around Knockin, knockin doors down, showing cuz around Ima, Ima come through and show my wood pine Knockin, knockin doors down, showing cuz around Knockin doors down, showing cuz around Knockin, knockin doors down, showing cuz around Ima, Ima come through and show my wood pine I wouldnt wanna have it any other way Im addicted and I just cant get enough I wouldnt wanna have it any other way Im addicted and I just cant get enough Im addicted to the game, addicted to the pain Of sacrificing matters of the heart just to obtain Living a life that most wont attain And I know it is essential But when it comes to love, man, that shit is subsequential For now I just be chillin with ballers Poppin’ collars, pushing Impalas, cutting records and counting dollars Im addicted, my lines is cocaine And when they disperse blow minds like propane And you know these haters that never made it this mad Cause they never had what we had Addicted to the game and Im glad On my Amy Winehouse, Im saying fuck Rehab Knockin, knockin doors down, showing cuz around Knockin doors down, showing cuz around Knockin, knockin doors down, showing cuz around Ima, Ima come through and show my wood pine I wouldnt wanna have it any other way Im addicted and I just cant get enough13Embed

Untouchable Lyrics Yeah... Yeah, yeah Turn my mic up a little bit RattPack, boy! Ayo, whose arm is this? I guess Slim cut it off at the pharmacist We murdering MCs then flee to where ever the Bahamas is I blew up, so that should let ya know just who the bombest is Cause I could see the future like my glasses Nostradamuss Damn these rappers and they fillings like an orthodontist Its probably cause my skin is white, Cmon be more then honest? I signed a deal with Def Jam cause Im the man These fuckers sortas and kindas. Yo, Ayo Yo my city behind this I know that you see that Im murdering synonyms all up in it when I rhyme this My flow is impeccable, hella unwreckable Knowing nobody else on this So let me slow it down Yo let me slow it down Check it! Ayo, yo, yo Let me slow it down so these ignorant people hear me Even my favorite MCs wont get near me cause they fear me Revere me, no disrespect. I mean that shit sincerely I am merely the 2nd Renaissance to the fullest Its all love from up above Keep a gat in the glove just in case Introduce you to Christ like Mase, Sike Nah! All of you know that Logic keep the peace But my brothers keep a piece in the streets, You got it? Capisce? See thats a life I never wanted but I grew up in And did a lot of dumb shit Ill never do again, What! The flow trustable, sick and its untouchable You cant fuck with this style! Funk Volume! RattPack! Pro Era! Funk Volume! I said Who want war?, mass killing MCs I’m your Dada, nothing less then a seed Please you cant romp with me And I still got Jedi view Pray that the force be with you all in this general bleed Don’t retaliate when I retell you I already won I terrorize the skies and probably just make you my son Washed up your towel in early Its the same simple story but in this category, you messing with me Brethren In the free spirit hear it in every lyric Something Im trying esoteric, every post pivot Niggas is pretentious I dont pretend shit Penny for your thoughts man, tell him where his sense is I sense I know fear in this race my objects so clear Whatever floats your boat Is probably what’s, set by your peers This is the food of my ladle, call me unstable, hold your horses Ain’t nothing but fables, whats the fucking deal if there’s no labels Any enemies, I already decapitate em Cant compute this picture already just mainframe em So who’s head is this? This is the rhyming fucking specialist Ahead of the game like Allah, stay perpetuous Ayo yo whos leg is this? Im stretching it til it breaks We sending messages, scraping off the complexion on your face Pass the medicine, landed never stranded in your state Couple demands, but my lovely fans will never make me wait You get the memo, the intro was some logic for your mental Lyrically complex for the temple you niggas simple Taking over yall should consider taking our instrumentals Just to prove that yall can rap, or move the fuck back We on fire, that Illuminati talk is gettin tired I mean the fact Im this far should tell you I follow what I desire Im the man , in the land of the snakes I do what I can I have King symptoms, you just Hooked on Phonics with your friends Got that livin in ivy, your flow aint acceptable Nigga we comin up so we can kill everybody We headed, you better dead it fore we catch you when you be out in yo Bugatti Nah nah, that nigga aint nobody, he sloppy Lolly-gaggin with the bandwagon posse, yous a ho Pussy dry you aint cleaned it in months Preachin that Teamwork Makes The Dream Work from the jump, chump The homeless man thats eatin rappers for lunch A blunt to back it up, I hope that I aint askin for much What!?! 13Embed

The Adventures of Stoney Bob Lyrics Its a, it’s a vibe All my homies we on the-we on the studio tour bus right now This is Stoney Bob live in a room from Wherever the fuck we are today on tour Ive uh, Ive already rolled about four blunts It’s 3:38 PM Im going off, here we go What up? Whats good? Im running through your hood Im feeling like I should, I wish a motherfucker would Bobby be my name, Im bout to run a train On this girl with all my boys and her name is Mary Jane Cause I burn with my dogs Joe Clay rolled a blunt so big that shit look like a log In my dressing room but I cant see through all the fog 6ix supply the kicks like karate I was fighting with the idea of smokin’ again and now I got my green belt And that’s the longest line without a rhyme But the punch before the line about the line was so divine For shizzle my nizzle, I feel like D-O-double Gizzle on this grizzle, my nizzle Put the greenery on the grill and let it sizzle, my nizzle It dont matter the season Bobby let it burn when it drizzle And boy I’m liable to put my right hand on the Bible And tell the world that me and Berner got a strain of the cookie That shit is so simply just undeniable Itll make your world shatter like glass and I aint talkin ’bout them dabs Whats the haps on the craps? Stoney Bob, bring it back Stoney Bob want a snack Stoney Bob got the pack Whats the craps on the motherfuckin—fucked that line up Nice You make me feel so amazing I wanna ride with you, I wanna smoke with you Im coming to get you, girl, you know I gotta hit you like You make me feel so amazing I wanna ride with you, I wanna smoke with you Im coming to get you, girl, you know I gotta hit you like Mary Jane, I never been the same since our lips locked The only lady that never gets pissed off And if theres one thing I know Its how to roll a J and let it burn real slow For those who dont know, I go by Slaydro, ready, set, go I take one to the dome like Pablo Esco Germinate the seed, then just let it grow Then harvest like a pro Dodging cops just to cop digits Made the packs move and flip like, they was gymnasts Got me seeing trick green night vision All truth, no fiction Always fried like Popeyes Chicken Hella mother- hella motherfucker So you know Im always know Im always running late Unless that currency at stake In this Ruth Chris because Im ruthless Forty in the-forty in the trunk gone in 20 minutes Thats 80K for the ticket, every-everybody fucking with it Smoking the container bet Im always gon retain it Lit You make me feel so amazing I wanna ride with you, I wanna smoke with you Im coming to get you, girl, you know I gotta hit you like You make me feel so amazing I wanna ride with you, I wanna smoke with you Im coming to get you, girl, you know I gotta hit you like It aint nothing, joint stuffing, rolling blunts and Big buds for breakfast crumble like a muffin No discussion, smoking big dope with the fam Stoney on the bus, used to hot box a van In and out the cities, group the women and the weed All these male groupies step unless you got tree Better roll it and smoke it to the last drop That cash crop, stay up in the hash spot Daily session, that Buddha blessing, never stressing Laid back but I keep the whistle like Im reffing Thats some rap nigga shit, we Hugh Heffin Smoke out the grotto Feeling like Pablo, saucing like tomato Pull them numbers like lotto You make me feel so amazing I wanna ride with you, I wanna smoke with you Im coming to get you, girl, you know I gotta hit you like You make me feel so amazing I wanna ride with you, I wanna smoke with you Im coming to get you, girl, you know I gotta hit you like5Embed

Sometimes Lyrics Sometimes I decide where I should be And sometimes life, it just happens to me Sometimes I decide where I should be And sometimes life, it just happens to me Oftentimes I wonder If Im supposed to be here Even though I struggle The light is always so near Yeah, smokin on that really good, man, I wish you really would Wonder if hes really hood, wonder if I give a damn Im the man, Im the one, the only beloved son Tell me where you come from, get the bread, fuck the crumbs Use your head, dont be dumb, use your head, dont be dumb Use your head, dont be dumb, use your head, dont be dumb Bringin it back with the murderous flow And Ive been wonderin, anybody know Use your common sense like resurrection, yes that is for sure Ive been speakin in code this whole verse Lyrics disperse like MF DOOM, then hit em in reverse My curse, is this blood I spill, metaphorically I kill Yes, thats for real, can we all keep it trill? Sometimes I decide where I should be And sometimes life, it just happens to me Sometimes I decide where I should be And sometimes life, it just happens to me Sometimes I decide where I should be And sometimes, life just happens to me Sometimes I decide where I should be Where I8Embed

Thank You Lyrics This concludes the program— Damn man, we been walking forever... Well, Thalias tracking system says well be there in just over an hour... Shit, at least we got good walking music—or is that it? No man, Im queueing up the fourth album now—his final one... Nigga, what the hell are you talkin bout? Man, he has like a million albums! I mean the final Young Sinatra, the fourth one. Aww, shit man, you had me trippin! I was about to say... Lets get back to this boom bap shit. Yeah, so we just gon let this shit breathe one time Shout-out my boy Henry right here in the studio Aye, yeah— Check, check, mic check, one, two Alright this is classic shit, yeah I coulda never imagine that this shit here could happen Went from the basement to thirty million just off of rappin Young Sinatra, that boy that brought you so many classics Aint never comin with nothin less than the illest tactics Thought the series was over, but we just gettin started I wont ever leave this rap shit, no I cant depart it From the trap to the boom bap To Young Sinatra to Tarantino We know he do that Bitch, I got the flame, who dat? Im the new Kanye when they was like Who Kanye? I got that fire in my soul to make these classics, ayy I decided to write this letter on a private jet Cause in many ways it still feel like I aint made it yet For every goal I attain, I set like ten more But I had to take a break to write you, thats for sure Take a moment and celebrate how we all alive Had to write this letter here over a Nujabes vibe Fuck that rapper shit, fuck a punchline This for every single fan that know every single line So Im saying thank you for loving me For setting me free and letting me be me Thank you, thank you For letting me speak my mind And putting it all on the line Through the sunshine and the rain Through the good times and the pain And never staying the same And having the courage to change Through the sunshine and the rain Through the good times and the pain For never staying the same And having the courage to change Thank you, thank you For letting me speak my mind And putting it all on the line Through the sunshine and the rain Through the good times and the pain For never staying the same And having the courage to change Through the sunshine and the rain Through the good times and the pain For never staying the same And having the courage to change Aye, whats up Logic, big love out here from Jonathan U.S. Navy out here in Japan. Much love for my boy Oscar. Keep us going every day Yo, Logic Im Shane E. from Pueblo, Colorado and I just cant since about 2014. I love every one of your projects Its Yiana from Australia and honestly, Im so excited for Young Sinatra IV. Youve been an amazing inspiration to me. I just wanna say thank you so much This is Seif from Egypt. Yo, I love your music man. Everything about its so inspirational. I just love the way you look at things and how real you are. I love listening to you. Take care, man Yo, what up Logic. Its Max calling from Alberta, Canada. I just wanted to say your music has really inspired me and has always got me feeling up when times were down Hey, Logic, its Michael from Israel and Im a really big fan of yours. I love you so much and I love your music. Keep doing what youre doing. Thank you very much Diego Sepúlveda from Puerto Rico. And your music to me helps me get through everything Im Francis from Botswana, in Africa. Your music really means a lot to me, thank you for always being you, peace, love, and positivity Hey, Im Deborah from Hong Kong, and I just want to say that your music has lifted my soul in such tough times and it told me that anyone from anywhere could be anything they want to be My name is Ali, I come from Jamaica. Yo, your music helped me through some whole heap of dark times. Down here in a third world country its rough, but, hey your music helped me get through. Yeh, RattPack, RattPack for life yute, Young Sinatra yute, yeh Hey, Logic its Chester and Im from Silver City, New Mexico and Paige, producer for him, from Silver City, Mexico. We love you! We love you Logic My name is Abdulla, Im from Palestine, I just want to say that your music is so inspiring to all the youth in the Middle East, and Asia, and all around the world Its Eric Khaled from Canada, Alberta, Sturgeon Lake, little reserve, repping all my native homies Its Katie from Portland, Maine, and each day I fall more in love with your message your music and everything about you. RattPack all day, every day, for life My name is Muhammad and Im from Amman, Jordan and Id like to say that your music is a big inspiration for me Hi, Logic, its Amber from Ireland; I just wanted to say your music means fucking everything to me My name is Tebogo Kodisang and Im from South Africa What up, Logic? This is Dionisio from Mexico This is Summer Sheers coming from Joliet, Illinois My names Habib from Singapore Yo, whats up Logic. New York, Taiwan, Im from Australia, man Hi, Logic, my names Alexandra Im from Brooklyn, New York My names Issam, Im from Israel My name is July, Im from Seattle My name is Kinan Fayyad, Im from Beirut, Lebanon Im from New York Im from Mexico Lithuania Missouri Northern California Kenya Albuquerque, New Mexico North Carolina Turkey, Istanbul New York, Long Island Virginia From India Mexico Chile Nebraska Iceland Bay Area Bay Area, yeet, yeet! Im from Brooklyn Calling from Serbia Nashville, Tennessee From Dallas, Texas Miami Baltimore, Maryland Los Angeles Fremont, California North Carolina From Zimbabwe From Wisconsin San Antonio, Texas New Jersey Comin from Maryland South Carolina Chicago, Illinois Sacramento Yo, Logic, whats up? Its Tanner from Boise, Idaho. PLP. RattPack forever. Visionaries never fail Yeah, yeah Shout out to all the fans All my family, the RattPack all around the world I love you guys, man Thank you, thank you so much for letting me do what I love every single day and spreading a positive message Peace, love, and positivity, baby Yeah, yeah 10Embed

Like Me Lyrics Tryna get it like me Cant get it like me Tryna get it like ... Like me Tryna get it like Cant get it like Chillin on the west side Bringing out my best side Where they only care bout bitches and how big their breast size is Yes I is, on the come up daring all of yall the run up cause you know Im finna one up motherfucker uh Pull up in the benz while the homie smoking medical Only bring ya friends if them bitches look identical The pinnacle of what we doing aint no where round Started from the ground always gotta hold it down Now they think they got it cause they signed up on the dotted But theres only so much money in the year that is allotted Plus you prolly dont even know how it is divided Motherfucker I got it Tryna get it like me Cant get it like me Tryna get it like ... Like me Tryna get it like Cant get it like Tryna get it like me Cant get it like me Tryna get it like ... Like me Tryna get it like Cant get it like Acting like they got it but they really dont Bitches say they love me but they really dont Shut the fuck up and get out my face ho Talking all that shit but you dont really know Put that pen to pad watch them talk about it All I know is real life they dont give a fuck about it Take your chain, your bitch, your car get the fuck up out it Real is on the rise all of ya demise This is who I am so aint no need for a disguise I have been advised by the greatest that made it, to do it Living legends but you never knew it This record was written right before I got on the stage My mind racing reciting lyrics from pen to page Bitch I bet I record this record on the red eye Just because I said I was a Jedi, bust like Beretta Now feel my penetration no hesitation this is warfare Like guerilla, bananas clips can be iller Fuck a filler this is the realist The symphony Ima kill this epiphanys I can feel this But, you? Tryna get it like me Cant get it like me Tryna get it like ... Like me Tryna get it like Cant get it like Tryna get it like me Im a real young winner Might take her out to dinner Tryna hit it all night I put that on me, baby girl gonna feel it I know she about her business If she want it then she know she about to get it Throw some Ds on that bitch Pull up in that Audi coupe feeling like Hercules in the whip Cause Im dealing it, got it off the dealer ship We be going hard no motherfucking censorship Peas and Carrots squash hard to tell me what the deally is She gonna roll with us like she need a ride to the crib She influence me to go hard, shout out to my niggas thats gonna go hard We gonna get the profit player that just be the logic Put my hands together prayed then I doze off Tryna get it like me Cant get it like me Tryna get it like ... Like me Tryna get it like Cant get it like20Embed

Don’t Be Afraid to Be Different Lyrics Yeah-yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah Dont be afraid to be different Dont be afraid to be different, yall Dont be afraid to be different Dont be afraid to be different, yall Dont be afraid to be different Dont be afraid to be different, yall Dont be afraid to be different Dont be afraid to be different, yall West Philadelphia born and raised On the playground is where I... all that Came in the game on my neon fresh Won the first rap Grammy so I guess Im blessed Come off tours, walk on sets Everybody followin the trends I set 60 million sold, doin it different And my IG poppin from doing it different Bad vibrations, I stay distant RattPack, MSFTS, doin it different Fortnite doin the Carlton dance Come on, its just different, man Dont be afraid to be different Dont be afraid to be different, yall Dont be afraid to be different Dont be afraid to be different, yall Dont be afraid to be different Dont be afraid to be different, yall Dont be afraid to be different Dont be afraid to be different, yall Used to be that motherfucker in the background Yeah, but now Im in the forefront Cause I keep it more blunt, goddamn Pump up the jam, pump up the volume Im not Rakim, but Im doper than— Pump up, pump up the jam, pump up the volume Im not Rakim, but Im doper than Valium Back in high school, I was not the man Now wherever I go they know who I am From Maryland to Beijing, Im raging Paging the doctor on call, the illest of them all Dont be afraid to be different Dont be afraid to be different, yall Dont be afraid to be different Dont be afraid to be different, yall Dont be afraid to be different Dont be afraid to be different, yall Dont be afraid to be different Dont be afraid to be different, yall This is for the people goin hard in the gym This is for the people goin hard on the dance floor Pump up the heart rate and dance more Pump up the, pump up the motherfuckin jam Rhymin like Dr. Seuss, bitch Im Sam I Am I dont give a damn bout lyrics You should feel the spirit when you hear it No fuckboys, a legend cant get near it Sucka em—sucka emcees they, sucka emcees, they fear it Dont be afraid to be different Dont be afraid to be different, yall Dont be afraid to be different Dont be afraid to be different, yall Dont be afraid to be different Dont be afraid to be different, yall Dont be afraid to be different Dont be afraid to be different, yall5Embed

My Chain Lyrics I would like to be remembered as a man who brought an innovation to popular singing I would like to be remembered as a man who had a wonderful time living his life and who had good friends, a fine family My chain, my chain Dont you like my chain, mayne? Life of a don, chain just glowin My chain, my chain Dont you like my chain, mayne? Im coming in the club with that fresh shit on My chain, my chain Dont you like my chain, mayne? Life of a don, chain just glowin My chain, my chain Dont you like my chain, mayne? Im coming in the club with that fresh shit on Yeah, me and my team used to dream about The future but now we be rollin everywhere we goin Our cards never showin the moment Im flowin we livin it right now Long way from the ghetto Pull strings like Gepetto poppin that fine wine Look at the way my chain shine Soon as I change my state of mind, from a lazy ass boy To a man thats on his grind so answer my question Did I even mention the fact that Im livin the life that I wanted I keep a hunnid, got cash in abundance, thats bills by the hunnid Ive said it and done it, you know that I run it while everyone else Say it, then plummit now, yeah you know I run it now While the whole world wonder how My chain shine nice But I am not defined by the money, not defined by the ice What defines me, let me tell you what defines me Is the heart and the effort I give in e-every letter in which I write for you And if you ignorant closed minded motherfuckers do not like it Its not right for you No its not right for you My chain, my chain Dont you like my chain, mayne? Life of a don, chain just glowin My chain, my chain Dont you like my chain, mayne? Im coming in the club with that fresh shit on My chain, my chain Dont you like my chain, mayne? Life of a don, chain just glowin My chain, my chain Dont you like my chain, mayne? Im coming in the club with that fresh shit on Yeah, Im swimming in women like Young Sinatra 1 & 2 With the RattPack on my back theres really no telling what we finna do If a shorty in my eye, then yes baby girl I be coming for you Nice cars, nice clothes, hotel suites after the shows So simplistic, never materialistic, but we do like complements Why? Cause theses diamonds are accomplishments Food stamps, welfare, medicare and section 8 to Louis V, smoking tree, and steak up on my dinner plate And you wonder why us rappers floss, cause for once We can finally afford the cost I once was the worker now Im the boss See my chain is an accomplishment I call these diamonds milestones Its hard to call for help with no dial tone But, now Im buying whips with no motherfucking miles on em But I dont blow my money, I give it back to people Why these rappers spend money on blow and stop acting equal? But Ive been real since the fucking prequel So the next time you that you looking at my chain What you really see is 23 long years of pain With nothing to lose and everything to gain Cause the world is divided, but we are the same And Im getting that money, cause bitches they love me And this is the life that I live, aint it funny But Imma keep rising, til yall realizing, that so much is waiting over the horizon Cause Ive seen the day and yes also the night So that means Ive seen the darkness as well as the light And thats the very same light Thats the very same light, that let my chain shine bright Said thats the very same light, that let my chain shine bright So... My chain, my chain Dont you like my chain, mayne? Life of a don, chain just glowin My chain, my chain Dont you like my chain, mayne? Im coming in the club with that fresh shit on My chain, my chain Dont you like my chain, mayne? Life of a don, chain just glowin My chain, my chain Dont you like my chain, mayne? Im coming in the club with that fresh shit on Logic Open your eyes Sinatra And I dont think i could ask for anything more18Embed

One Lyrics When I was twenty-one It was a very good year It was a very good year for city girls Who lived up the stair With all that perfumed hair And it came undone When I was twenty-one It was all a dream just a year ago Bussin tables and servin food but yall dont hear it though Now Im on another level but yall aint near it though My soul bleedin on the track, so spiritual Its a blessing cause now rappin is my profession yo Set to detonate, Im just waitin for my time to blow White boy at first glance but when I rhyme they know Race dont mean a fucking thing the second that I flow Its been a year and everything I said would happen has While everybody that I know was out havin a blast I was right here in the studio bustin my ass Its been a year, Im twenty-one but I feel Yeah, and now I got this I taste the blood, no one can stop this Second I drop this, die hard fans is finna cop this While the rest of the world follows through fiber optics I took my time, see I studied the game, learned how to rhyme I was around drugs and gats, but never delved in crime Had other things in mind, so I began to grind First tape was a success Locally, I got press But I knew this one right here would run the world a mess, but I digress A year ago, I was a youngin in his room Staring out the window, lookin at the moon, knowing its coming soon But today I board this rocket ship and sonic boom Cause I am no longer a seed, homie, its time to bloom12Embed

Out of Sight Lyrics What? We gon make it, knock on wood We gon make it, knock on wood Used to wish that I could ball, yeah, I used to wish I could 50,000 on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet Yeah, Im only 29, but I still aint hit my peak Cause I , uh, Im out of sight Quarter million for a 67, yeah, I think I might, uh I think I did, God damn, think I did Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib Then I dig up in the rib We gon make it, knock on wood We gon make it, knock on wood Used to wish that I could ball Yeah, I used to wish I could Now with millions in the bank My only question is I should Scared money dont make none, yeah, Im good 50 50 on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet Yeah, Im only 29, but I still aint hit my peak Put a bullet through your sheet, put your body in the earth Like a cleat, like a , like a cleat Bobby gon body the beat, then you know he gon repeat Cause Im what? Out of sight Cause Im , Im out of sight Quarter million for a 67, yeah, I think I might, uh I think I did, hold up now, I think I did Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib Then I dig up in the rib 50 million in the bank, hundred million on my mind If I die tomorrow, at least I done had one hell of a time Switch the flow up when I rhyme Switch the flow up when I rhyme People throwin shade cause I shine 50,000 in the pot, I just threw in twenty blind Shooting craps in the alley, I bet all the food stamps Now my house in the valley make me wanna do the dance, like We gon make it, knock on wood We gon make it, knock on wood Used to wish that I could ball, yeah, I used to wish I could 50,000 on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet Yeah, Im only 29, but I still aint hit my peak Cause I , uh, Im out of sight Quarter million for a 67, yeah, I think I might, uh I think I did, God damn, I think I did Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib Then I dig up in the rib We gon make it, knock on wood We gon make it, knock on wood People always told me I would never make it out my hood Yeah, I made it, knock on wood Now I made it, knock on wood All the money we makin keep circulatin like it should What, what? What, what?10Embed

Vaccine Lyrics Aw-aw-aw-aw yeah, just me and my dogs, yeah Give a fuck bout what yall doing, yeah, we goin hard all year Aw yeah, just me and my dogs, yeah Give a fuck bout what yall doing, yeah, we goin hard all year Aw yeah, just me and my dogs, yeah Give a fuck bout what yall doing, yeah, we goin hard all year Yeah, yeah Came back to the scene, came back with a team Like rap aint a thing, Ima do anything Ima rap, Ima sing, yeah, Im back, Im the king Came back from the trap to supply all the fiends like Aw yeah, just me and my dogs, yeah Give a fuck bout what yall doing, yeah, wе goin hard all year We like Aw yеah, just me and my dogs, yeah Give a fuck bout what yall doing, yeah, we goin hard all year Ill be right back in a bit, sippin on something, Im lit Internet throwin a fit Couldnt give a shit, bitch, get the fuck off my dick This is that shit that gon hit Bobby dont claim no set, but its just me and my gang Ready to fuck up the game, BT3, now we at it again, man Aw yeah, just me and my dogs, yeah Give a fuck bout what yall doing, yeah, we goin hard all year Aw yeah, just me and my dogs, yeah Give a fuck bout what yall doing, yeah, we goin hard all year Yeah, yeah Just me and the beats got you feeling defeat I came up on the street now Im bringing the heat Yeah, you know I got heat, aint no need to repeat I got happiness, aint no need to repeat I got number ones Got no time for these rappers, I only got time for my son Him and his mama the one I got no time to attack all these people cause money is time And you spend yours in all these places While Im on tour with all these faces In these arenas you wish you was in Maybe stop talkin bout me and youll win Im goin in, yeah Im goin off When they talkin that shit, I just blow it off When they talkin that shit, I just show em love Cause when I speak, they gotta look above Aw yeah, just me and my dogs, yeah Give a fuck bout what yall doing, yeah, we goin hard all year Aw yeah, just me and my dogs, yeah Give a fuck bout what yall doing, yeah, we goin hard all year9Embed

RapMan Lyrics Meanwhile, back at the rap cave! Jumping gee willickers Rap Man, youre never gonna believe it! What seems to be the problem my rap-tastic companion? I just found out theres a bunch of wack ass, no talent having, swear they can rap, 40-something, shouldve got a job, still living with their parents, so wack they couldnt even get the whole 15 minutes of fame, only got 2 minutes perpetrating bitch ass motherfuckers out there on the scene trying to make music! Oh my god! Rapman will not stand for this! To the booth! Uh, now let me hop up in the rap-mobile Get so much pussy in the back, they should call it the cat-mobile Everybodys worried about a deal, but I keep it real Fucking around and I hit you in the crown With an inevitable sound thats spreading through your town Hold up! Gee willickers Rap Man I dont think they comprehend or can begin to even understand We dont fight crime, we fight whack rhymes, one song at a time, line after line Hold up, motherfucker Im bout to roll up Pull out the hammer on a bamma leave em tore up Yeah, you talk, but can you walk? Lets see you put the dough up Rhymes I throw up, a little nasty bastard People hating on a brother just cause I mastered the flow Like Jedi, bet I, murder it before you heard of it, bitches Im merking it Go berserk in the club while honeys twerkin it Haters talking shit where they aint no time for this, you know Im bombing this, the flow is ominous Second Im rhyming this, sound like a dominous All the people that was hatin in the beginning, know that Im winning Let me slip through your fingers and now your spinning You can check the Polaroid pictures cause bitches Im grinning, I got it Treat the game like a honey, I had to get inside it Visionary and Logic, is like two planets collided Im a lyrical miracle, matter fact a paradox On stage while my DJ scratching like chicken pox Never put me in your box, if your shit eats tapes Im not bitin, only quoting one of the greats, now The radio got me feeling disgusted Punch you in the snot-box til your brain concussed it Women they lust it, when they guts get busted Rip it up and thrust it, Im the best, trust it Oh my god! Rap Man, what have you done?! Why, whatever do you mean, Rap Boy? Not only did you kill all the whack rappers, but my favorite ones as well! What were you thinking?! Well I just had to show these motherfuckers whos in charge What, by obliterating them?! Well how else was I supposed to let them know whos really running shit around here? No, no, youre out of control, youre drunk with power! Yo, let me get it, you know that I did it, my flow is outta this world, like the alien that spit acidic Middle finger to the critics and as fresh as a fitted, soon as a bet, get the honeys wet, never upset When I catch wreck, like Bobba Fett down to collect Does it even register that I aint taken a breath yet? Oh my god! Oh my god! West Deer Park done raised the rap god Maryland Im reppin it, dare ya to step in it None others iller for realer the killer slash drug dealer I get bitches erotic by slinging dick like a narcotic, you want it I brought it, hit the club and get the party started, yeah The flows never ending, always ascending, while apprehending anybody whos partially comprehending Feeling limitless, quickly swallow the pill and enhance With the killer stance, swallow the mic like a Neverland All up in yo bitchs pants, the second we dance I advance At first glance go together like lettuce and ranch A born winner, schooling MCs like Principal Skinner How I murder a kill-able syllables are no beginner Feeling high style running through your stomach like hot bowel Im the only human beingll perfectly rap this So Im coming for ya head like John the Baptist, is this This is the rapture, no camera can capture Annihilating anybody thats violating by hating I spit hotter than Satan, when he was migrating from heaven to hell Step to the mic and I shall prevail Finna blow your whole mind soon as time avail, what Haduken! You have interfered with our affairs for the last time Logic Sinatra24Embed

No Pressure Freestyle Lyrics Ayo, I never had a car‚ thats why I hate the fucking bus Took the 61 to Germantown and hear them guns bust Call it static‚ headphones on‚ its Illmatic On my Rosa Parks in the back writin like B Rabbit How I carry it, gimme the beat and then Ima bury it Producin tracks for the underground like Harriet Too alive like twins in the womb, come hither‚ consume All of my memories from past and present like two identities Logic fallin off is an obscenity, top five I bet I be, steadily listening Goddamn‚ goddamn—conversations with people Crazy how one day the legends forget that they equal On this Under Pressure sequel we not takin it back, we keepin it pushin People scared of change, but youll find me deep in a cushion Readin Nostradamus at 90 degrees, better believe I turn a prophet with ease, diacritical lifestyle, Im always overseas Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowin trees With the topic I drop it fuck around and leave em all concussed When I bust no thrust, world we livin in is fucked Industry rule number 4,081, your new shit aint good as your old shit Til your new shit is your old shit, son, in this sun, let me get some I wear this 24 karat solid gold rollie for my son as an heirloom Not for lookin dope as I rhyme As a representation to give your family your time Searchin for love in the industry youll be let down They dont love you til you dead and then they call you profound Thats the truth Im close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth Money aint the key to happiness and this the proof Modern day rappers like a golden era spoof But a few of us resurging within a second, renaissance And I know that my debutantes Keepin a legacy goin by flowin so involuntarily seamless Me and my team is finally reapin what we been sowin like a seamstress Now listen up, check it I said I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990 ah I live by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai Who I name William after cause I get bills from these beats Fuck the industry, know we keepin it real up in these streets Came up in a world thats off its axis All thats promised, death and taxes And a dope ass tour by L-O-G-I-C Cordae and JID, but that shit aint free, now check it Yeah, and on that note I keep it G Like track four, kick in the door by BIG Dont believe me, look that shit up, I promise youll find the key To that punchline, Im feelin just fine Let the abyss of my, my, my, my mind consume Snap my fingers like Thanos and Bobby Boy bringin the doom Cause Im 630, killin shit, hands down and dirty That white boy cant rap, he talk good and act nerdy Feelin good yeah, Im feelin lovely Backyard sunset, sippin on that Bubly Ice Cube in my nightcap, it was a good day You heard what the hood say, Logic what you should play Killin shit like OJ, Im rhymin like old Jay Hip-hop phenom, play arenas like Im Coldplay All day, we get it like that, we got it, got it, all day Sinatra Nothing but peace, love, and positivity to the whole wide world RattPack, you already know what it is man BobbyBoy Records, we out this bitch And Im havin a little baby Surprise, its a little baby boy Fuck TMZ, they cant get the scoop on that shit Welcome little Bobby to the world one time Alright, Im done Thats it, yeah16Embed

Two Kings Lyrics Every time I think I gotta go, uh Cause if you seek then you gotta know, uh Bitches they only care bout the flow, uh Come on you know how the story go, uh This the shit that never runnin, they always pretendin I get condescending, aint my word Im bending Just imagine like Lennon That we livin like long division, my vision is risen Shout out my homie in prison, shit is deeper than an incision On a lower level, word to the devil I could feel the trouble inside Tellin me what to do, I never abide Feel the vibe The second we arrive, you know we know just how to do it My style they can never renew it, I bet they know it! Every time I think I gotta go, uh Cause if you seek then you gotta know, uh Bitches they only care bout the flow, uh Come on, you know how the story go, uh Every time I think I gotta go, uh Cause if you seek then you gotta know, uh Bitches they only care bout the flow, uh Come on you know how the story go, uh She came with a couple of friends told them come on in I was wonderin, do you need someone to fill you in? On the reg nigga not givin a fuck bout why you mad at me Im hittin that pussy standin up on the wall like aint no gravity King Chip is what? Good observation He gon keep living while you keep observatin Is that even a word? Nah but is you hatin? Language is the art so when I talk Im creatin A whole new way to live, way to think, way to feel Let them bitch ass niggas know they fuck with me they gon get killed They gon run, put that on my son, nigga dont give no fuck All a nigga know is bad luck, bad luck Knowin a nigga gettin to these Ls while I can doe Working towards more happiness than I can handle Light the candle, South Africa after sexin My doors open. we smokin, chillin, relaxin Every time I think I gotta go, uh Cause if you seek then you gotta know, uh Bitches they only care bout the flow, uh Come on you know how the story go, uh Every time I think I gotta go, uh Cause if you seek then you gotta know, uh Bitches they only care bout the flow, uh Come on you know how the story go, uh I see through these motherfuckers like cat scans And if they talkin back, I just give them the backhand Think I work for Apple the way I give em the Mac, man Only partially ballin, motherfuckers is Pac-Man, God damn! Im just playin, dont pay attention to what Im sayin Everything just a part of my plan Cause really I aint shit, Im just a man Chilling in my city spending money like Diddy Hundreds and fiftys Im spittin greedy While you sittin pretty, who fuckin with me? First name Bobby, but I spit that crack like I was Whitney Started as a hobby but who knew back then what this shit would get me? And now they all up on the scrotum The second I told em, these lyrics I wrote em Acting like I owed em Not a lot of people understand my words cause I encodeem Now these bitches give me the top of the totem Allow me to break it down, I feel like Im breaking down Til I hit the mic cook up the shit that Im making now Kinda like Quentin Tarantino, these only built for cuban links With Gambinos at the casino blowin my nose with a C-note Some people call me Robert cause Im all about the Dinero You talk a lot of shit thats why you sound like a culero You fuckin perro my lyricism es fatal pendejo All up in my business while Im just tryna get the queso Life is about the peso, in English that means the money And if your buzz is as big as mine then youll get all the honeys like Every time I think I gotta go, uh Cause if you seek then you gotta know, uh Bitches they only care bout the flow, uh Come on you know how the story go, uh Every time I think I gotta go, uh Cause if you seek then you gotta know, uh Bitches they only care bout the flow, uh Come on you know how the story go, uh23Embed

The End Lyrics This is the end Hold your breath and count to ten Feel the Earth move, and then Hear my heart burst again For this is the end Ive drowned and dreamt this moment So overdue, I owe them Swept away, Im stolen Yeah, its been a long time coming, and you know this all I got Ive been sacrificing for years while the rest of yall have not These motherfuckers want my spot, catch me slipping? I think not So Ima do this shit until the day my body rot I said, Ima give it my all, never slippin, I wont fall Down to fight right to the death, you know I been ready to brawl Swear to God, I seen it all, hold up, let me paint that picture I was poor, you was richer, but Im in the ring witchu Hold up, wait, now let me hit you with some real shit Open up your mind, maybe youll find that you can feel this I had nothing, came up with somethin and I still got it Motivated by the shit I seen, boy, its so hypnotic Yeah, look to my left and see my brother selling drugs Uh, look to my right and see my sisters fucking thugs Aint it funny how this life go One moment youre in the dark, but when that light glow Its like youre seeing for the first time, as I penetrate your mind Like a burst of ammunition that was shot out of a nine Im givin everything I got, so, yeah, it better be my time They said Id never make it, thats the reason I still rhyme now This is the end Hold your breath and count to ten Feel the Earth move, and then Hear my heart burst again For this is the end Ive drowned and dreamt this moment So overdue, I owe them Swept away, Im stolen15Embed

Noob Noob Lyrics Aw yeah Its goin down Its Logic, yall Shout out to my boy, Rick Are you ready? Theres a choo choo train, man, hes rolling down Tragedy Everybody knows Supernova fights gravity Its Logic, yall Shit dont get me started about the one and only man Cant forget about the one who never seems to get a chance All the bitches come around for Noob Noob His dick gets more business than YouTube Everybody, everybody is Noob Noob Say everybody, everybody is Yo, its Logic once again, yall, dont forget the name Make sure you get home safe And man, we gotta all give it up for Rick cause I mean what kind of motherfucker just sets up a whole festival like this when hes completely loaded, man? And all that stuff I said about Vance? Thats not real Vance, fuck that guy, that guy sucks dick Woo, yeah Yo, d-did I get paid yet? Woo4Embed

Tryna’ Tryna’ Lyrics Cut that music off, I aint wit no other shit I-I-I aint tryna chill baby, Im wit that fuckin shit You-you-you came for me? Well, I came from nothin, shit You aint fuckin with me, then who you fuckin with? Im just tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna All this money, Im just really tryna With the gang, and Im really tryna This-this-this my city, and Im tryna, tryna How many licks do it take till you get to the center of her mouth? She geekin, she tweakin, we turnt up, we got it, we all in the pot KOD, QOD, Magic, we fuckin the sacks up in five Gas and mud, I be off the drugs, dont touch, Im feelin a little cocky They ring any bitches wanna fuck now Pop bottles like I won a fuckin touchdown If you sober, scoot over, I do drugs now Party prolly got me all in the clubs now Pour some lean with no coco , we be rockin rollies, no JoJo And we off the drinks, so slow mo , I get twenty a show, no promo Bitches get naked and do it for the Vine So she gon turn up and do it for the guys She sippin on Henny, she mix it wit Remy She suckin on me while I pull on her Remy She shy like the city but change for them Benjis The mula, the Fendis, I turn up for what? Cut that music off, I aint wit no other shit I-I-I aint tryna chill baby, Im wit that fuckin shit You-you-you came for me? Well, I came from nothin, shit You aint fuckin with me, then who you fuckin with? Im just tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna All this money, Im just really tryna With the gang, and Im really tryna This-this-this my city, and Im tryna, tryna Dressed up in that white linen All black windows, I had to tint em That work, work, put em in the dirt Let em all lurk, know I had to get up with Durk We never hurt, hurt, know the deal Tour sold out, so you know its real From Chi City to the fuckin bank Sinatra money, Ive been Frank Lemme get it, I got it, never feelin divided, homie, on the real though How you feel though? Vs up, keep it trill though Oh yeah, one time, oh yeah, one time Bitch, I been under pressure Always giving it everything that I got Never the lesser, turn on my compressor Its right on the dresser Been ruling the game, and nobody could measure I know its- You and me, you and-, you and me They don give a damn who I am Bitch, Im doing me You and me, you and- I said its you and me I know who I am, dont give a damn Bitch, Im doing me Cut that music off, I aint wit no other shit I-I-I aint tryna chill baby, Im wit that fuckin shit You-you-you came for me? Well, I came from nothin, shit You aint fuckin with me, then who you fuckin with? Im just tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna All this money, Im just really tryna With the gang, and Im really tryna This-this-this my city, and Im tryna, tryna Turn up Turn up Turn up Turn up41Embed

These Days Lyrics These days all I got is money on my mind Late night walkin down the street, its never fine When we hit the stu, they say, Your boy one of a kind Maskin my emotions, baby girl, say what you find Yeah, boss up, boss up, boss up, boss up, like Im 2 Chain Come through kung-fu, breakin records on my Wu-Tang She just danced that Magic City, sippin DUSSÉ Industry like Russian roulette on a Tuesday Remember when we used to dream about crowds? Now on my free time Im movin through clouds Feedin my fam and Im holdin it down What is you losers gon talk about now? Say that Im winnin Been prayin since kiddie and times that I really just wouldnt go finish I think of my actions and wonder bout passion Im livin the realest, I think that Ill ghost Im movin coast, you do the most On the Gram, and yeah, we flow Like I suppose, you boys a joke Dont get too close, we keepin notes Have mercy on my soul, on my soul like Hey, how does it feel when you walk in a place? Bitch, it feel great How does it feel when you pushin the wax? Never be late They waited for checks, waited for Nikes Waited for less, waited for Silas, waited for Post They waited for this, Im bringin the hits, the fuck off my dick These days all I got is money on my mind Late night walkin down the street, its never fine When we hit the stu, they say, Your boy one of a kind Maskin my emotions, baby girl, say what you find What you find? Got a lot up on my mind These days they dont fuck with you unless you press rewind Switchin up the 808, we bouncin all the time Racks inside my backpack, thats your girlfriend on my line These days all I wanna do is press the line These nights workin, and you know we bout to fly Lately I been thinkin bout you when you on my mind Shawty, come and fuck with me, and Ima make you mine These days all I got is money on my mind Late night walkin down the street, its never fine When we hit the stu, they say, Your boy one of a kind Maskin my emotions, baby girl, say what you find These days all I got is money on my mind Late night walkin down the street, its never fine When we hit the stu, they say, Your boy one of a kind Maskin my emotions, baby girl, say what you find What you find? Tell me what you know about dreams Tell me what you know about nightmares, nothin Know this life aint always what it seems No this life aint always what it, what it, ayy One time, two time, three time Got a lotta money, but I got no me time What I need? Balance, balance, whats my balance? 25 million, need a new challenge Up late night, met The Roots on Fallon Everybody wonder why the boy stay wildin Never give a damn, no I never give a damn Im the man with the plan, yeah, you know who I am Walk up in it and everybody know who I am Now they wanna show love, now they wanna be fam But I told you in the beginnin, I never give a damn Money so tall, Ima need a rubber band Too much to count, too much to count, too much to count Tell God Ima need another hand Too much pussy in the world, goddamn Baby girl, know I love you, but you need another man Mind on my money and my money on my mind Feelin fine, one of a kind, been ill with the rhyme Silas from the Burg, from the home of the Terrapins Boy blowin up like a terrorist That dont mean that he gotta speak Arabic World so PC, Ima need a therapist Mama! Ayy, look at me one mo gain On top of my game, yeah, thats word to my kin On top of the game, yeah, thats word to my gan If I had a opportunity, Id do it all again Comin for the head, buckshot, I win I dont play games, I star in em Thats word to Naughty Dog Thats word to Last of Us Bobby Boy slow it down, rappin too fast for us, Ima keep goin Im knowin, Im passin the torch to the boy, now go in! These days all I got is money on my mind Late night walkin down the street, its never fine When we hit the stu, they say, Your boy one of a kind Maskin my emotions, baby girl, say what you find What you find?11Embed

YSIV Freestyle Lyrics Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah They say they want the old Logic, the one that flow like a faucet Im still the same me, they just dont believe it like they agnostic If I spit over the boom bap, they perceive it as nostalgic But the truth is my subject matter is still the same Production selection is still flame But they love you on the come-up cause you aint tainted by fame And you still they little secret Thats the type of bullshit that they frequent From 19 to 2019, been murdering this shit for a decade From the boom bap to the trap, let my style cascade Listen, listen, yeah Whats the dealy? Pass the Philly, get silly, thats on the really We snappin like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill, Im talking Achilles Try to play me like I aint me but I provided all the deets Who you know worth $50 million still rapping on breakbeats? From Nasty Nas, Big L, Tribe, the Roots, and many more Of course, we could never forget Biggie and Young Shakur Fuck the police, no, we aint fucking with our pastor Im the bastard that mastered the flow, said it once before for sure While 6ix produce hits from the soul, you already know Visualising and realising my life is fucking crazy Poppin like Jay-Z, dirty dancing on the game like Swayze Im one of the illest, and bitch, Ive been ready to kill this, its so amazing Bitch, Ive been blazing, Im talking grass, I aint talking grazing Latest shit the tape while I sip scotch, let the haters kick rocks My flow is tip-top; I never flip flop, why? Cause my soul too strong Did this all on my own cause waiting took too long The flow sophisticated All these youngins do is whine like they inebriated Im hated, but yeah, thats how you know I made it Im one of the illest, Im one of the realest Im ready to kill this, the people they feel this Me and my team made millions but you know we still us Yeah, they wanna kill us but they all feel us RattPack real all the time, we never phony Im single-handedly running the game like a Sony While the rest of these rappers is acting Pass em the Tony, pass em the Oscar From the new school rappers, Logics the illest on the roster Smoke like a rasta Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob Marley These racist motherfuckers hate that last line Probably haters on the internet aint got nothing to bargain Said Id never make it, bitch, I just sold out the Garden Sinatra Young Sinatra IV, the album September 28th Bringing that boom bap back for the RattPack13Embed

30,000 Lyrics Wake up, you bitch-ass Cracker-ass motherfucker, sike, nah See all I ever wanted was a window to sit close to And you dont understand but in the end you aint supposed to Im talking first class, 30,000 feet under my ass Living life on the dash, constant pursuit of cash Now Im living a life that you and yours could only dream about And just a couple years ago this shit I used to scheme about Rehearsing for hours in front of my mirror Until my voice was hoarse but my vision was clearer See this that new school style but the flow remind you of them old days Fast forward to the present, rappers have no class like snow days Good God, let me bring it back to hip-hops first renaissance ‘96 Kool-Aid and Sega Genesis Hey yo, hey yo, how you keep it so real? I love the way your lyrics make me feel Roll it and get high, light it up and fly Feeling like Im 30,000 feet up in the sky I got em saying Hey yo, hey yo, how you keep it so real? I love the way your lyrics make me feel Roll it and get high, light it up and fly Feeling like Im 30,000 feet up in the sky I just want a chance to fly A chance to cry, and a long bye So many people think that they know my whole situation Conversations with people that handle public relations Nothing but hundred dollar bills and standing ovations Slowly pacing until I kill like that boy Jason It aint nothing, never folding or bluffin Get money, fuck bitches but respect women cause we love em Kiss em, touch em and rub em Fuck em but never grub em Hit it fast but then I slow it down like Robitussin Shorty giving me brain until concussion The club run out of vodka the second we rush in Never under estimate the power in which Im bustin My lyricism got yo girl blushin Aint even touch her and yet she gushin Award shows, chilling with all my bros Three-piece Ralph Lauren and some Jordans, I suppose Hey yo, hey yo, how you keep it so real? I love the way your lyrics make me feel Roll it and get high, light it up and fly Feeling like Im 30,000 feet up in the sky I got em saying Hey yo, hey yo, how you keep it so real? I love the way your lyrics make me feel Roll it and get high, light it up and fly Feeling like Im 30,000 feet up in the sky Out my mind Im tusslin Back and forth tween here and hustlin I dont wanna time travel no mo I wanna be here, my thinkin Say, on this porch Im rockin Back and forth like Lightnin Hopkins So if anybody speak to Scotty Tell him, Beam me up!11Embed

Mixed Feelings Lyrics I am not a poet, I am just a designer of words Architect of sentences the way I form and merge Paragraphs together that force emcees to submerge With an urge to break free of this biracial jail cell Feast on my memories, please come and taste this Papa was a black man, mama was a racist Growing up she called me nigga, kids called me cracker While the whites got whiter, and the blacks got blacker I was hurting, doing everything I can Perceived as a white boy with the soul of a black man Goddamn, looking up to Malcolm X Studying his speeches, underlining text How can I be white devil if my parents had sex? Cause Im black and Im white And Im proud of every word that I recite I know my roots, I know my past I know the issue of my race aint gonna last We all breathe the same air and bleed the same blood And when we die, the same ditch gets dug I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream... One day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.18Embed

Baby Lyrics Oh baby, you, you got what I need She says she only wants a friend Says she only needs a friend Oh baby, I, I got what you need No, I cant just be a friend No, Ill never be a friend Oh baby, you, you got what I need She says she only wants a friend Says she only needs a friend Oh baby, I, I got what you need No, I cant just be a friend No, Ill never be a friend Oh baby Ive been down for the cause for a minute now Be lying if I said I didnt want to hit it now On a hunnid, that thought been running through my mind Cause baby girl, youre just too fine But first, I want to make you mine Study you like constellations, I wonder what make you shine On that 9-to-5 grind, but girl, you got bigger dreams If theres no one there to tell you youre destined for bigger things Ill be the one to let you know youre brighter than the sun More beautiful than any girl Ive seen where Im from By any girl ever, anywhere I might have gone I only have eyes for you, thats why I wrote this song Lifes changing fast, I feel like I dont have long To tell you anything you want, girl, you can do it And Ima be there when you make it, smiling like I knew it Every man you gave your heart before me, yeah, they blew it I just want the chance to show you how I do it And you, you got what I need She says she only wants a friend Says she only needs a friend Oh baby, I, I got what you need No, I cant just be a friend No, Ill never be a friend Oh baby, you, you got what I need She says she only wants a friend Says she only needs a friend Oh baby, I, I got what you need No, I cant just be a friend No, Ill never be a friend Oh baby Ive given my heart away just to have it beaten up Thats a heart attack, now my shit dont beat enough But ever since the day we met, girl, I could read your bluff If I wrote you letters every day, would you read the stuff? Girl, if I gave you my everything, would it be enough? The road is hard, and my current situation is rough They say theres plenty more fish in the sea But youre the only one God made just for me Sometimes I wonder if you know I exist Or if I told you how I felt, would you be like Hold up, who the fuck is this? Sometimes it feel like Im inside a love movie But Im the extra in the background, truly Wishing that he had the leading lady But I guess it wasnt written for me, maybe Unless I flip the script and just ignore the words read Sweep you off your feet with the all the things I never said Cause every man you gave your heart before me, they blew it I just wish I had the chance to show you how I do it Every man before me, man, they blew it I just wish I could show you, Id be like Hey baby, you, you got what I need She says she only wants a friend Says she only needs a friend Oh baby, I, I got what you need No, I cant just be a friend No, Ill never be a friend Oh baby, you, you got what I need She says she only wants a friend Says she only needs a friend Oh baby, I, I got what you need No, I cant just be a friend No, Ill never be a friend Oh baby10Embed

White People Lyrics Yeah, then the bitch said, “Use a condom.” And I said, “Baby, there’s like 10 people left in existence, fuck does it matter?” You didn’t say that... Man, yes I did! No, you didn’t... I’m a grown ass man, what? I’ma lie to you? I’ma lie? Alright, maybe I just thought it—but damn, she was just so butt naked! I’d wrap her up with a trash bag just to get in it, you know what I’m saying? Guys, we seem to be approaching another ship... What? Impossible! How far? 32 kilometers... Shit... HQ this is pilot Quentin Thomas, accompanied by my first man in charge of infantry William Kai of the Aquarius 3, come in, over... HQ here. What is it, Thomas? My program has just informed me and my partner of another ship that’s now 31 kilometers out... Did you just say another ship? Yeah, thats what he said! Another fuckin ship in the middle of space, man!! I’ve gathered information from the ship’s motherboard... Engage the ship! What?! Copy! I’m receiving audio embedded in the ship’s distress signal... Man— Why white people always gotta go investigating shit, man?! Shut up Kai—Thalia, playback message! You got it... This is Captain Christopher Smith of the Aquarius 1—the year is 2093—time unknown. The entire crew is dead, and I fear these are my last hours. Whatever you do, do not come knocking— Aw, hell nah—we gotta get the fuck outta here man!! HQ, engagement is a no go! Permission of the Aquarius 3 to push through to Paradise? Permission granted! Man, thank God!4Embed