Lyrics:
ain't slowing down now
So don't forget me
So if you're feeling it to
I know you're ready
And when they try to tell me
How to behave
There's nothing they
Sitting with your brother crying
With the stories we keep telling
Your Mama tells me that she's sorry
When I come around
Your Dad just bought
This entire
hella rude
I'm the reason that your favorite
Rapper's in a bad mood
My name is Logic, I was born in 1990
Ain't no need to remind me
That when you listen
It was written by the 1990s version of me
Who thought you had to have it all by 33
The man, the plan, the house
With a skylight and a garden
A fancy
man
Hey, I don't know. Reality, it's important to me, man
So fellas man, tell these niggas what it's like in the minds of real niggas'
Prisoner like
point on, I say we're on for the night
But I love it when the girl just call me D-Nice
And if she gets bold and try to ask for a fee
I say, "Please
the past to tell you what it was really like when this carpenter's son was born
Starting with how matchmaking almost made me marry Mary
She was a fine young
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
And said fuck it I'mma 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
grind second time ta shine
I remember when we didn't have street lights
But this the new Detroit it look like Troy
Cleaned up gettin money like Floyd
No
might look real
But ya don't feel same
Hot this summer
By the fall you're a lame
When winter comes around no one remembers your name
Just incase you think
might look real
But ya don’t feel same
Hot this summer
By the fall you’re a lame
When winter comes around no one remembers your name
Just incase you think
sayin' that I wanted a date, she wouldn't even be my friend
But now in the 1990's, I'd be praying that the bitch don't find me
'Cause she's got a gang o'
to daddy
Begging me please come and touch my body
Ready to scream yeah I sure been naughty
Ahh Miss Kosovo, load that gun and let it go
Drink their blood
ever bite a lyric cause then you're pissing me off
And with the style that I'm bringing
The girls love it, and of course, girls I'm swinging
sayin' that I wanted a date, she wouldn't even be my friend
But now in the 1990's, I'd be praying that the bitch don't find me
'Cause she's got a gang o'
get fucked up with no regard
Boy, don't test me, 'cause I'm tired of teachin lessons
So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin'
'Cause
green light
Red light, green light
Red light, green light
Red light, green light
You ready to roll?
Tell me when you're ready to go
Tell me when
she spent
She has a car, 1990 brand new Jaguar
Fly kit, with chrome rims that's five star
That she bought when I was away on tour
Hittin' my bank
she spent
She has a car, 1990 brand new Jaguar
Fly kit, with chrome rims that's five star
That she bought when I was away on tour
Hittin' my bank
wouldn't have the dream
Start rapping quit flapping like a chicken wing
If could rap like me, they say you're so great
But when they talk about you, they
1990 Chardeaux, know you keep shit bottled
I just hope you say what you need to say
And if there's something going on
Would you tell me about your
green light
Red light, green light
Red light, green light
Red light, green light
You ready to roll?
Tell me when you're ready to go
Tell me when
"Ooh hoe, don't call me no mo',
How in the fuck can I let you know,
That I'm a motherfuckin' troop!" (Aw yeah, word 'em up!)
Now that ought a tell ya
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