Lyrics:
raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' M-C'ss like trees,
Piece-by-piece buildin' cabins.
I'm a maniac magician,
my love
Until I told you so
I told you from the start
But you’re the one
Lay out in the sun
If there is a reason
We could fall apart
Just give it to me
so I know you can't tell me
Shout out everyone in life that has helped me
But I keep on getting' high to balance out the lows
Nowadays I'm always high,
A 20 minute song
It's not actually 20 minutes
Duey! put on something creative
Duey, you're so fucking dirty, hehehe
Oh boy
Is there any way I
bars running no off limits
Don't talk business, don't talk, listen
I'm off this so you fuck this you fuck! Nigga
What, nigga
Fuck out my face nigga
by the end of day, better just say what you gotta just say
Or you best get out my fuckin' way
So whether I just gotta keep on diggin' up in dirt
Just
was taught to wait patient (Why?)
Only faggots make shit up just to get famous
So when I finally blew up I remained sick
Earning respect in ghettos
playin' on the radio
So I sang boy-oh-boy
How I miss them old Toyotas
Yeah, country is as country does, we was but no one told us
Yeah, I'm sick
on the radio dissin' me?
B-I double G-Ito the E shit's scorchin'
Doing a video for a song
I got blew out of proportion
I found he's the deadliest force
In
This is Logic
I've 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
the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got
'm finna shine some
Horizon
Tryna block me out
But know I'm fine love
I'm fired up
You serving to the feds
That nigga wired up
I'm nice as fuck
Everything is
shoulda read the post
They thought that boy was a
SAINT
Now watch the fall in snow
AYO!
Let's be Franklin
It's just entertainment
It's all entertainment
I
on
KID from the old school
88 fade
Press PLAY
I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One
raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' M-C'ss like trees,
Piece-by-piece buildin' cabins.
I'm a maniac magician,
Shout out to DJ Khaled
This that special cloth at the radio station
Going brazy with your boys in the building
New York City, what the fuck is up?
We
raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' M-C'ss like trees,
Piece-by-piece buildin' cabins.
I'm a maniac magician,
and they sayin' we sold out
But I'm hearin' screams from the stands 'cause we sold out, it's so loud
I got one life so I spend time tryna live 'til
and straight deny dick.
Leave us alone cause you mentally damaged, no try sick.
I wish I wasn't a star and the gentleman would die quick.
So next time you
dream house
On lean passing them beans out
With a bad crew, the whole team high
Go on boy, get seen by, bro you know me, you know I be
Stacking that
it, bet I got it
If I don't bet all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay up out my business
Ball 'til I fall, flossin' til I'm finished
I just go, get It,
Living righteously truly comes at a cost, do I live in the world or die by the cross?
Am I found am I lost? lose it all, fall to understanding, demanding
it makes me sick
Can't go out cause I'm to beat
I can't eat
And I can't sleep
Oh God not ordinary, can you see me
Aw no Baby, that feeling. Im in hell
it, bet I got it
If I don't bet all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay up out my business
Ball 'til I fall, flossin' til I'm finished
I just go, get It,
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