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Logic

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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Hahaha
Ayy
 
[Chorus]
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't 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, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
 
[Verse 1]
I'm 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
(Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up in her rib though, yeah)
'Cause back in my day it was food stamps
And I love my wife like I am Chance
I bet you'd rap about the shit me and him rap about
If you had ever made it out, but you ain't never had the chance
Uh, uh, circumstance
Uh, uh, way of life
Uh, uh, my decisions
Uh, uh, made 'em right
 
[Chorus]
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't 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, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it (Ayy, ayy)
 
[Verse 2]
I've 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
I'm livin' on another planet
My manic depression make me constantly wanna panic
I'm stressing on stage, pretendin' everybody undressing
I think I'll never learn my lesson, but fuck it all, it doesn't matter
Ayo, I'm on a lyrical, poetic rhetoric
Lyrical miracle, satirical shit
If you don't like my conscious rap, you won't 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 I'm up to my elbows
And every single inch of my body in my baby's 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 I'm done now, I got a son now
Fuck the rap game, I'm done now
 
[Chorus]
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't 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, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
 
[Verse 3]
They say that that boy done changed
He don't rap about his everyday life, he ain't 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
Don't do hard drugs or beat my wife
But the paparazzi still wanna start shit
I don't 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 ain't on tour
I ain't 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 (Can I have a picture?)
Asking for a pic and I say sure
Scratch my dick and shake his hand
Shaking uncontrollably, he tells me I'm the man
Now I'm 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 I'm 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?
I'm not a kid anymore and be sure shit's boring
Made it out the basement, now my bank account soaring
Most exciting part of my life is probably touring
Don't 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?
 
[Chorus]
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't 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, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
 
[Outro]
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
Bro, call me back
We couldn't 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, I'ma chop it up on the MPC
Here I go
 

Overnight

Yeah, maybe this should just be the intro, like this
That's it, squad, bitch
 
All these bad bitches say they love me, I already know
Check the, check the ring that's on my finger 'cause I'm married, ho
There he go, everybody know that boy pockets is swole
What's good? That sound familiar, never been here before
Life good, 'cause I just got quoted two hundred a show
Oh no, oh no, two hundred a show
Overnight, all this money that I've been makin', I gave it right back
To all of the people that made me, you know we like that
Don't know why your bitch wanna date me, but I can't fight that
Guess you ain't done shit for her lately, not on the right track
If I think that shit sound good I gotta write that
Weed man knockin' on the door, I'll be right back
Pass the shit to 6ix, watch him light that
Hit the studio, record the shit, then mix the shit, then master it
And then we do the show and they recite that
Bitch, I'm right back, told 'em 'bout my life, told 'em 'bout my life
Told 'em I was broke as fuck too many nights
Now I see my name up on so many lights, but everybody prolly think this shit done happen-happen-happen-
 
Overnight, people think this how this shit happened, but they never right
Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite
Seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that
Hustlin' the streets that they trap over-over-overnight
People think this how this shit happened, but they never right
Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite
Seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that
Hustlin' the streets like they trappin' and burnin' (Woo, woo)
 
Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel
All they ever do is hate the boy, but now they know the name
Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel
All they ever do is hate the boy, but now I run the game
Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel
You can hate now all you want, but shit won't ever be the same
Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel
You can hate me, but I'm not the reason that your life is lame
 
Tell me, is it really so hard
Really so hard, to be a good person
Tell me, is it really so hard, really so hard, to stop acting like a bitch (Woo)
I treated everybody with respect and now I'm rich (Woo)
I treated everybody with respect
Maybe you got issues with your daddy, though
Maybe you was bullied back in high school
Maybe you are just a tool
 
Maybe you're the reason, you're the reason
The reason I don't fuck with nobody, and
Maybe you're the reason, you're the reason
The reason I came up with nobody, and
Maybe you're the reason, you're the reason
Everybody think this right here happened
 
Overnight, people think this how this shit happened, but they never right
Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite
Seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that
Hustlin' the streets that they trap over-over-overnight
People think this how this shit happened, but they never right
Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite
Seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that
Hustlin' the streets like they trappin' and burnin' down, shit
 

Inception

I got a date with destiny
My heart says yeah but can’t convince the rest of me
I tried so hard to make it with no recipe
My selfish ways caught up and got the best of me
I need redemption no need to mention my past
Cause all that matters now is bigger than diamonds and cash
The glitz, the glamor, the lights, the camera, the action
The stage, the fans, the speakers blasting
You know I want it, I need it
Don’t doubt it, I can’t live without it
This is everything I dreamed of
It’s everything I’ve ever wanted
But is it really truly in my plans
Or did God mix up my blueprints?
Did he have it right there in his hands?
Anybody give me a hint
I can feel it now I know it’s coming
And I don’t give a fuck what anybody say
I’ve fallen, I’ve risen, I chose and selected this mission
Incarceration through these bars created a prison
And I intend to do the time that the sentence is given
25 to life yeah that’s how I’m living
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever make it
But there’s only way I'ma know
I’m like a seed planted in the dirt
Feels like I’ve been waiting forever to grow
And maybe today is the day
And maybe tonight is the night
But one thing that I know for sure
This time I’ma get it right
 

Pray

Logic:
They never knew my struggle
Rose above the rubble
Rather live inside they bubble
Then go trough the trouble
Of having they double double vision corrected
They just neglected and
I’ve been thinking lately
Will the devil take me
Or will God protect me
I know I ain’t perfect
But you should respect me
They don’t want me happy
They don’t wanna let me live
 
Sam Smith:
Im young and Im foolish
Made bad decisions
I block out the news
Turn my back on religion
Don’t have no degree
From someone like me
I’ve made it this far on my own
Lately that shit ain’t been getting me higher
I lift up my head and the world is on fire
Dread in my heart
Fear in my bone
I just don’t know what to say
 
Maybe I pray, pray
Maybe I pray
I never believe and you know
That Im gonna pray
 
Logic:
I am me
Im a man
Im a sinner
But understand
Aren't we all
So when it comes to passing judgements
I don’t think that your the one to make that call
Heaven wanna cast me out for being me
I know theres others there like me to break the fall
I know you hate em mother fuckers
Just can't relate it all
If Im the first one to the line
That’s fine I’ll take it all
But logic gon let em know
I ain’t perfect
But Im worth it
Im alive
I deserve it
I’ve been praying
I ain’t playing
I don’t think you hear the words that Im saying
I don’t think you know the weight on my shoulders
That gets heavier as I get older
Call it anybody
Call it anybody can you hear me
I pray that you hear me
I pray that you hear me
 
Maybe I pray, pray
Maybe I pray
Never believed and you know
That Im gonna
Won’t you hold me
Can’t we have one to one please
Let’s talk about freedom
Everyone prays in the end
Everyone prays in the end
Oh won’t you hold me
Can we have a one to one please
Let’s talk about freedom
Everyone prays in the end
Everyone prays in the end
Oh pray
Im gonna pray
Im gonna pray
Pray for a glimmer of hope
 
Maybe I pray, pray
Maybe I pray
Never believed and you know
Im gonna pray
 

Everyday

[Intro]
Yeah, ayy
 
[Chorus]
I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ayy
I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ayy, yeah
But today is my day, it's my day
And no matter what they say, it's my day
La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah, yeah
 
[Verse 1]
Roll up to the spot, feelin' real good
Think you gon' talk shit, you better not, my homies real hood
They say, 'Logic, why you do that?' I don't know, I don't know
Yeah, they used to be like, 'Who that?' I don't know, I don't know
Now they know my name wherever I go
Used to think that's what I wanted, but now just don't know
No, I can't fuck with that, knuck if you buckin' back
Yeah, I been workin' but I ain't get nothin' back
Tell me the dealy now, hold up, wait, really now
All of that shit you been talkin' just silly now
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Just as quick as you rise
Just as quick as you could fall
Oh, no, no, no, I can't fuck with that at all
Can't fuck with that at all
 
[Chorus]
I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ayy
I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ayy, yeah
But today is my day, it's my day
And no matter what they say, it's my day
La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah
 
[Verse 2]
All, all she ever wanted was attention
And a bunch of other shit I shouldn't mention
'Cause she got daddy issues for days, for days and days
But today, she ain't got shit to do
Her right along with you
So we gon' fuck around and vibe, and vibe, and vibe, and vibe
I'm tryna live my life, but am I doing it right?
Yeah, I'm tryna live my life, but am I doing it right?
'Cause they tell me I'm the man
You the man right now, you the man right now
With the whole wide world in the palm of your hand right now
Fuck the lights and the cameras and the money and the fame
I'ma do it for the fam right now
I'ma get it for the 301 and the R-A-double T-P-A-C 'cause you know
 
[Chorus]
I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ayy
I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ayy, yeah
But today is my day, it's my day
And no matter what they say, it's my day
La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah, yeah
 

Take It Back

[Chorus]
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way, way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man
Could paint the black man with a gun in his hand
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way, way back to the first white man
At the very moment when they looked around and said
'Fuck it, I’ma steal this land'
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way, way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man
Could paint the black man with a gun in his hand
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way, way back to the first white man
At the very moment when they looked around and said
'Fuck it, I’ma steal this land'
 
Everybody wanna tell me what I am, what I am not
'You ain't black, you a mothafuckin' white boy
Shut ya mouth, do it right boy, a'ight boy?
Man, why you such a hype boy?'
'Why you always talk about being black?
Skin too white, nigga fuck that'
Everything you talk about, cut that
That door you trying to open, you could shut that
Grip the gat, yeah that’s how I’ma buck back
Tell me what I am and what I know now
All this prejudice has got to go
Life is moving fast, it need to slow down
Come and see me when I am in yo' town
Practice what we preach before it go down
Practice what we preach before it go
Yes, I got the gift to gab fo sho
Will I have to get the gat? No, no
Yes, I got to gift to gab fo sho
But will have to get the gat, get the gat, get the, get the?
Masta deep down inside of me
The plantation deep down inside of me
Everybody fuck like sodomy
'Cause one or the other what it gotta be
Tell me why my momma gotta lie to me
Unity for everyone that lied to me
Peace on Earth what I try to be
I just wanna spread the message of equality
And yes, I got to gift to gab fo sho
Will I have to get the gat? No, no
Yes, I got to gift to gab fo sho
But will have to get the gat, get the gat, get the, get the gat?
 
[Chorus]
 
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way, way back to about 1990
Shady Grove Hospital in Rockville, Maryland
7:36 a.m., where a biracial baby was born
To a black father and a white mother
Father that wasn’t there
Addicted to crack cocaine, alcohol, and various other drugs
Same as his mom
(Way, way back)
So I’m gonna tell you about that, right?
And I’m gonna tell you about how
All this young boy ever wanted was happiness
All he ever wanted was positivity
All he ever wanted to do was entertain
And this boy went through hell
You gotta understand, his mother was racist, which is crazy
'Cause how in the fuck is you gonna have
All these black babies with black men but you racist
Like bitch, that don’t make no sense, but it is what it is
You know, he grew up, her callin' him a nigger
The kids at school callin' him a cracker
Identifying as black, looking as white
Being told what you can or can’t be
This kid went through everything
He went through...
He saw narcotics in the household
Violence, murderers, drug dealers, he was kidnapped
There was crazy shit that happened to this kid
And he persevered while the whole world said
What they said?
Said you wouldn’t be shit!
You ain’t gon' be nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin'
Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothing
And I, and he, he said fuck that, I’ma persevere
And that’s why the message is always peace, love and positivity
See, he always saw things from two sides
He always saw things from two sides
He always knew that the message
Everybody was born equal
Regardless of race, religion, color, creed, and sexual orientation
He knew that because he saw that
(Take it back, take it way back
Take it way)
Because he was stripped and torn down
By his black brothers and sisters that were uneducated
And that did not know
And he was stripped and he was torn down
By his white side that did not know
These people that are ignorant
That cannot see the bigger picture
That must fight and kill and murder each other
But once again, all he ever wanted to do
Was spread a message of equality
For every man, woman, and child
Regardless of race, religion, color, creed, and sexual orientation
(Take it back, take it way back
Take it way, way back to the first)
Now imagine this child growing up
And seeing the craziest shit
Being a part of the craziest shit
Running around with the wrong people
Running around with guns and knives
And fighting and stealing and, and all this
Because he didn’t know, he didn’t know!
But he knew deep down in his heart that it wasn’t right
And he knew that he needed to get away from it
Now I want you to also imagine, that at 17 years old
This child, okay, leaves home and gets two jobs to support himself
Two jobs that he works in the morning and the evenings
And then he would then come home
To about eight or nine hours of sleep
But spend four, five, six hours of that
Working on music, persevering
Grabbing the remote control and looking in the mirror
And pretending to see thousands and thousands and thousands of people
Just chanting his name
Hoping that it would happen
But the, but the, but the world said no!
Mothafucka, little mothafucka no-no, no-no, no-no, no-no
Ya nigga, ya cracka, ya white boy, ya black mothafucka
No-no!
(Take it back, take it way back
Take it way, way back to the first)
And he said fuck that
He said peace, love, and positivity
He said equality for all man
Regardless of race, religion, color, creed, and sexual orientation, yeah
Now I want you to also imagine
People telling him that he did not live this life
“You just a white boy
You ain’t never experienced that shit
You from Gaithersburg, Maryland, nothing happens there
Oh no, no, we know, we weren’t there
We didn’t live with you, we didn't live in your Section 8 household
We didn’t live with the narcotics and violence in your household
We just saw it from the outside, outside, outside, outside
Outside, outside, outside, outside
And since you white, you gotta have money, right?”
(Take it back, take it way back
Take it way, way back to the first black man)
And this young man persevered in spite
Of what people told him he was, wasn’t, and would never be
(Take it back, take it way back
Take it way, way back to the first black)
And that man is here today, proud
A lover of all human beings
Regardless of race, religion, color, creed, sexual orientation, yeah, yeah
And he’s here to say:
Even though we’re all born and created equal
We are not treated equally
There’s extremists on every side
And you should just do your best to live life
And let other people believe whatever they wanna believe
As long as they’re not hurtin' anybody
You can believe they’re going to hell
You can believe it’s not right
You can believe you’re superior, fine
Just stop killing each other
 

Black SpiderMan

Jesus, Black Jesus
Jesus, Black Jesus
 
[Chorus]
I been feeling so down
I think they should know now
I think they should know what's up
That's that road I been down
I know how it go down
I know how it go now, what's up
I feel like I don’t belong
I feel like my life is wrong
I feel like I don’t know what's up
What's up, what's up
Yeah, yeah
Ayy
 
I ain’t here to pick and choose
I ain't here to sing the blues
I’m just here to spread the clues
I’m just here to spread the news
Everybody know I do
Listen
I ain’t ashamed to be white
I ain’t ashamed to be Black
I ain’t ashamed of my beautiful Mexican wife as a matter of fact
I know you fucking with that
And I’m not scared of the people who tell me I should be
Do what you love and don’t ever wonder what it could be
Everybody from my hood, everybody know I’m good
Sometimes I’m misunderstood
But that's just the uneducated that never related and feel like I'm fading off
They feel like I'm fading
I'm right out my mind
Tell 'em!
Momma don't love me
Daddy don't love me
Wonder why I drown in the bubbly
You could be anything you wanna be
'Cept the person you don’t wanna be
Let him hate let em love
Wondering if everybody still like this up above
When that push come to shove
Make me wanna pull up with the, with the gat in the glove like
I just wanna be free
Not a slave to the stereotype
All alone in my room in the middle of the night
I don’t have the words but my stereo might
I don't wanna be black, I don’t wanna be white, I just wanna be a man today
I don't wanna be a Christian, Muslim, gay, straight, or bi, see you later, bye
Not perceived by the things I believe or the color of my skin
Or the fact I’m attracted to her, maybe him
Or the fact I’m a single mother living all alone
Looking for a man and a home to call my own
But I already have one
The only man I’ma ever need is my son, my son, my son, my son
Son, say:
Black is beautiful
Be black and proud
Fuck everybody hatin' on me right now, I’m black and proud
I’m just as white as that Mona Lisa
I’m just as black as my cousin Keisha
I’m biracial so bye Felicia
Praise Black Jesus now call the preacher
Maybe Jesus was black
Maybe Jesus had dreads
Spiderman should be black
I vote for Glover instead
Glover instead
Like what's up
I vote for more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more
I vote for so much more
 
[Chorus]
 
Go on and let your soul glow
Let your soul glow
Glow
Shine and glow
Let it glow
Glow
Let, let it
Black Spiderman can you save a brother now
Black Spiderman can you save a brother now
Yeah
Let your soul glow
Let your soul glow
Glow
Yeah
 
Ayy man
What's up, bro?
Spiderman should be Black
Yeah, I mean Spiderman should be Black
Fuck yeah
Yeah man
Black Spiderman
Black Superman
Black Santa Claus
Shit, Black Seinfeld
Black Seinfeld?
Nigga, that's Martin!
Damn, you're right...
Shit, I'm fuckin' high
 

Killing Spree

[Chorus]
Ass, titties, pussy, money, weed
Everywhere I look a killing spree
All the things they wanted me to be
Is all the things that I turned out to be
Ass, titties, pussy, money, weed
Everywhere I look a killing spree
All the things they wanted me to be
Is everything that I like, like, like, like
Ass, titties, pussy, money, weed
Everywhere I look a killing spree
All the things they wanted me to be
Is all the things that I turned out to be
Ass, titties, pussy, money, weed
Everywhere I look a killing spree
All the things they wanted me to be
Is everything that I like, like, like, like
 
[Verse 1]
Real shit goin' on in Lebanon
But I don’t give a fuck, my favorite show is coming on
Hashtag pray for this, pray for that
But you ain’t doing shit, get away from that
Blame it on black, blame it on a white
Blame it on a gun, blame it on a Muslim
Everybody wanna blame him, blame her
Just blame it on a mothafucka killing everyone!
Everybody wanna get high
Everybody wanna live life like they can’t die
Everybody gotta be right
Everybody scrollin', scrollin' through they life
I wish they would love me like I like they pictures
I wish I had bitches
I wish I had motivation to get money
Ain’t it funny, my rainy day would be sunny
If I had the vision of currency fallin' above from the sky
Fallin' above from the sky, listen up
Everybody looking for the meaning of life through a cell phone screen
Everybody looking for the meaning of life through a cell phone screen
Everybody think that the meaning of life is, life is
Everybody, everybody, woo
Everybody think that the meaning of life is
 
[Chorus]
Ass, titties, pussy, money, weed
Everywhere I look a killing spree
All the things they wanted me to be
Is all the things that I turned out to be
Ass, titties, pussy, money, weed
Everywhere I look a killing spree
All the things they wanted me to be
Is everything that I like, like, like, like
Ass, titties, pussy, money, weed
Everywhere I look a killing spree
All the things they wanted me to be
Is all the things that I turned out to be
Ass, titties, pussy, money, weed
Everywhere I look a killing spree
All the things they wanted me to be
Is everything that I like, like, like, like
 
[Verse 2: Ansel Elgort]
Oh, I know it’s hard, I know it’s hard like
I know that’s the reason you turn up at night
Livin' yo' life, just livin' yo' life
Can’t nobody tell you how to do it right
Come away with me, come away with me
Let me take you from this world of insanity
Come away with me, come away with me
Far away from flying bullets on this killing spree
Oh, I know, I know
It’s hard, yeah, it’s hard, yeah, yeah
I know it’s hard sometimes
It’s hard sometimes
 
[Chorus]
Ass, titties, pussy, money, weed
Everywhere I look a killing spree
All the things they wanted me to be
Is all the things that I turned out to be
Ass, titties, pussy, money, weed
Everywhere I look a killing spree
All the things they wanted me to be
Is everything that I like, like, like, like
 

Flexicution

Yeah, I'm like, 'Oh, God, oh- oh, my God'
Bitch, I run the game, y'all just commentate from the side
I'm like, 'Oh, God, oh- oh, my God'
Everything I do, you know I do it for the squad
Yeah, I'm like, 'Oh, God, oh- oh, my God'
Bitch, I run the game, y'all just commentate from the side
I'm like, 'Oh, God, oh- oh, my God'
Everything I do, you know I do it for the squad
I'm like...
 
This the type of shit they said they really wanted
So I gave them this right here, now go get blunted
Check my last album, all y'all know I run it
Flipped the script just 'cause I could and fucking stunted
This-this-this-this-this the type of shit my life is all about
Check the Forbes list, you know I'm ballin' out
They say, 'Logic, you too humble, boy, just let it out'
Fuck 'em all then, I'ma dead it now
Like oh, I think I know, I think I know
This flow, this super flow, out of control
Like woah, this shit like woah, I think I know
Like woah, like, like woah, like, like, like...
 
This that flexicution
This is what the people say they wanted
From the young boy, from the- from the- from the god
This that flexicution
This is what the people say they wanted
From the rap god, from the- from the- from the god
 
Yeah, I'm like, 'Oh, God, oh- oh, my God'
Bitch, I run the game, y'all just commentate from the side
I'm like, 'Oh, God, oh- oh, my God'
Everything I do, you know I do it for the squad
Yeah, I'm like, 'Oh, God, oh- oh, my God'
Bitch, I run the game, y'all just commentate from the side
I'm like, 'Oh, God, oh- oh, my God'
Everything I do, you know I do it for the squad
I'm like...
 
Hold on, let me bring it back
Everybody know I'm bringing the facts
And they wonder why I got it like that
'Cause I put everything right on the track
And you know I'ma fuck around and let it go
I been living like woah, I been living, you already know
And these motherfuckers wanna take up on every mistake
And I'm showing where I'm going
And I'm knowing what I'm doing, intuition never switching
On a mission, motherfucker, why is you bitching? Why is you bitching?
Like God damn, I'm like (oh God)
Hold up, wait a minute, they ain't ready for the hook
It's another day, another book
I feel like Indiana in Atlanta, hotter than Havana
Coming with the stamina
Bitch, put down your camera
And live in the moment
This shit right here, everybody gon' want it
So what up with it?
Any and everybody talk about the boy changing
Y'all can just shut up with it 'cause I know
Ain't none of y'all getting the flow, boy...
 
This that flexicution
This is what the people say they wanted
From the young boy, from the- from the- from the god
This that flexicution
This is what the people say they wanted
From the rap god, from the- from the- from the god
 
Yeah, I'm like, 'Oh, God, oh- oh, my God'
Bitch, I run the game, y'all just commentate from the side
I'm like, 'Oh, God, oh- oh, my God'
Everything I do, you know I do it for the squad
Yeah, I'm like, 'Oh, God, oh- oh, my God'
Bitch, I run the game, y'all just commentate from the side
I'm like, 'Oh, God, oh- oh, my God'
Everything I do, you know I do it...
 
[Outro: Jess Andrea, (John Lindahl) & Logic]
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
It's been a hell of a ride up (It's been a hell of a ride up)
Hell of a ride up (It's been a hell of a ride up)
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
That I've been M.I.A, but I was tied up
Till I heard you talking shit, now I'm fired up
 

Everbody

Lyrics Logic – Everybody
 
Okay I was gone for a minute but I’m back now
Sit the f*ck back down
Seem like everybody nowadays Hollywood
Oh it’s like that now?
I’ma show you mothaf*ckas how to act now
I’ma show em how to act
I’ma show em how to act.
 
Okay now picture little Bobby just a youngin’ runnin’ round
With his mans, hammer in his hands, feelin’ like the man
Run, mothaf*cka, run
Before the popo get the gun, put it to your brain like goddamn!
Everybody know you ain’t about it
Everything you talk about I know I can live without it
Red light, stop. Green light, go!
Everything ain’t what it seem like
Mothaf*cka I know!
Hold up, what you mean, where you been?
B***h I been in versuri-lyrics.info
This is merely the beginning again
What you been living in?
A box, under the bridge, like Anthony Kiedis?
Looking for something to complete us
And maybe lead us, f*ck an elitist
Hell of a long way from equal is how they treat us
Body of a builder with the mind of a fetus
Turn on the television and see the vision they feed us
And I wish I could erase that, face facts.
 
Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something
Everybody love, everybody know, how it go
Everybodyyy people, everybodyyy bleed, everybody need something
Everybodyyy love, everybodyyy know.
 
I been knockin doors down like a Jehovah witness
God as my witness, I’m with this
But on the real I think I need another witness!
If it was 1717, black daddy, white momma wouldn’t change a thing
Light skin mothaf*cka certified as a house nigga
Well I’ll be God damned, go figure
In my blood is the slave and the master
It’s like the devil playin spades with the pastor
But he was born with the white privilege!
Man what the f*ck is that?
White people told me as a child, as a little boy, playin with his toys
I should be ashamed to be black
And some black people look ashamed when I rap
Like my great granddaddy didn’t take a whip to the back
Not accepted by the black or the white
I don’t give a f*ck, praise God, I could see the light
Everybody talkin’ ’bout race this, race that
Wish I could erase that, face facts.
 
Everybodyyy people, everybody bleed, everybodyyy need something
Everybodyyy love, everybodyyy know, how it go
Everybodyyy people, everybodyyy bleed, everybodyyy need something
Everybodyyy love, everybodyyy know.
 
Okay I was gone for a minute but I’m back now
Sit the f*ck back down
Seem like everybodyyy nowadays Hollywood
Oh it’s like that now?
I’ma show you mothaf*ckas how to act now
I’ma show em how to act
I’ma show em how to acttt.
 

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