Lyrics:
to Uche B my dawg
I'm in the presence of a god
You know that B is for blessing
When that beat hit your mail, you getting blessed by a god
Blasphemy ,
by some prick usin' my name for clickbait
In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name
Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne
'm one of a kind
Uh, yeah
My name is Logic, if you don't know by now, I'm always on my grind
And at this moment in time, I'm on a road when I write
with nine limos rented
Doin' lines of coke in 'em, with a bunch of guys hoppin' out
All high and indo-scented
And that's where I get my name from,
If I wanna cop this lil chick should we be like poles or opposite I'm stuck in a ditch
[VERSE 1]
They say one day you run outta lyrics to write
But
peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand
the sun don't shine forever
I got 30 in this bitch with a beam
I'll 9 whoever
Get your mask shot off your face, nigga
Social distancin'
But I still will
of the force
Black biscuit by park side in a Porsche
You're off sides in the fort
We are survivors of the war of good and evil
I'm in the hood, in the hood
I don't bother anyone
Nervous when I stand
Chokin' on the circumstance
Only smokin' secondhand
Cut us open, spread us out
Dry us in the sand
on to your dream, don't ever give it up
Finally had my share of success, and shit, I can't get enough
Now they know my name through the nation
Cause my single
Lil liquor in her system now she flipping, gettin' trained
Dude trip she move on now her sex sheet now river long
Nose still to the sky like she on,
deal I don't need to sign shit
Cuz I'm independent still cuz I read the fine print
I'm the illest rapper out the 305 bitch
Name another spitter in
that God listens but it’s so hard to pray
I hope that one day we escape this and make it to the better days
In your name I pray
The Lord is my Shepard
bombardin', and bogartin'
Remi don't write her own rhymes, nigga, I beg your pardon?
It's Ms. Martin, I done broke night in the studio writin'
While fraud
pants, yeah
Bury a million in the sand, by the clock tower
Before I die, take a hot shower
Ride the Harley into the sunset
By chance I seen her in
But something told me, write this down and just speak from the heart
It's been fourteen years since I found you all alone in the dark
But losing you
watching me, Stone cold
Then my brother Mac Miller Overdosed
GOOD Music's singing my song
That's a 60 million dollar note
And I still haven't seen a dime
to fuck a hoe
Ice Cube, true emcee
Write everything I say, even back in the day
I'm a spit it how I feel it, fuck a gimmick
You can keep your catchy
on her jock, yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti on the bus
First I'd write her name then carve a plus
With my name last, on the looking glass
I seen her
on her jock, yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti on the bus
First I'd write her name then carve a plus
With my name last, on the looking glass
I seen her
wanna go back to your city beat
By a little teen, just a kid from the bay
West side what I'm repping today
Yes I hit the level of best five in the state
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
I'll write it on your
Vest or spray paint
It on the wall like fuck y'all niggas
Compton's back
I know you niggas heard by now
And seen that cherry red
wanna write our names in the sand
Or carve them in a tree
You might be the only one for me
You have a nice face
Very smooth and pristine
I'd like to kiss
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