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Logic (from the Ancient Greek: λογική, translit. logikḗ), originally meaning "the word" or "what is spoken", but coming to mean "thought" or "reason", is a subject concerned with the most general laws of truth, and is now generally held to consist of the systematic study of the form of valid inference. A valid inference is one where there is a specific relation of logical support between the assumptions of the inference and its conclusion. (In ordinary discourse, inferences may be signified by words such as therefore, hence, ergo, and so on.) There is no universal agreement as to the exact scope and subject matter of logic (see § Rival conceptions, below), but it has traditionally included the classification of arguments, the systematic exposition of the 'log… more »

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2018

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Ayo real talk, 6ix
As soon as you played me this joint I already knew
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 Kanye's
I thought that shit was so tight dawg
And I was like, man I'm tryna tell my story, you know what I'm sayin'
And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it?
He was on Friday Night Lights?
Nah nah, he did it on The Warm Up yo
When he did the Last Call on the warmup I was like "Damn I'm tryna do mine
So since this joint got that vibe I'ma do my Last Call right now for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra

Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I couldn't even pay the rent, homie
Thinkin' 'bout it I'm wondering where the 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 them slip away, my dreams wasn't waitin' on me
This for anyone with ambition, calling anybody that'll listen
I'm 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 (listen)
Yeah

Someway somehow, I understood finally
If you want to come and get it you know where to find me
'Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me
Know if they don't understand I'ma leave 'em behind me
Obviously
I ain't got no time, no no
I said obviously
I said I don't got no time, no, no, no

Yeah, yeah
I treat the beat like it's my only son, my DNA
And this that southern playeristic like we was in the eight
Back in the day, I was young, broke and infamous
A Young Sinatra, that was undeniable
Who welcomed 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
Couldn't f*ck witcha 'cause your hair was too gassed up
'Member creeping with the gat, masked up

Goddamn it's 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 didn't know how to take it, how to perceive it, you know what I mean
And then meanwhile I'm supposed to be going to school and getting good grades and shit
But I'm seeing like, domestic violence in my house, and just, so much going on
And I'm sure everybody was probably like, damn, yo

"Why little Bobby didn't come to school today?"
On the real, I was doin' anything to run away
And that's 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 won't ever leave him
Never smoke crack, never lie, and will never beat him
It feel like all my life I been needing a break
Looking at my family, I ain't wanna make the same mistake
And I know that shit sound fucked up but they not all doin' great
Oh my God please, can I have a conversation with a
Member of my family without it endin' asking me for five G's
To pay they bills or they lawyer fees (huh)
I learned something, I ain't giving y'all a dime
I'll give you something worth more, that's my time
I ain't dropping stacks, I'm dropping knowledge
Unless it's 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 don't give a f*ck 'bout that
I'm glad we family" (uh)
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 I'm just trying to take you guys through it, right
And, I'll never forget it I had like eight rhyme books--he'll tell you, he'll 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 spill
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, there ain't no turning back
Couldn't change it if I tried, homie, how 'bout that
See I'm a student of the game, so simple and plain
But I'ma to 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 no actually it was in Montgomery Village
Back in Maryland I was living in my sister's basement
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 mentor's house, Solomon
And then I stayed back at my Godparent's house, Mary Jo and Bernie, I love ya'll
Uh, Mary Jo, I'm sorry back when I used to smoke, I would steal the shit out of your cigarettes
I love you, I'm sorry about that
But, you remember, always you would let me record
I'd always be recording in the attic or wherever I could so, I love you
I thank you for supporting me there
But then, she was like, "you gotta get the f*ck 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 f*ck outta here and do something with your life."
And this was right around the time I opened my first show ever for Ghostface Killah man
In Gaithersburg, right in Old Town, the shit was insane
I'll never forget it, and that's where I met my boy Lenny, Big Lenbo, wassup! 
That's right man, we just started kicking it and hanging
He lived in College park and before I, before I knew it I was living with him in his basement
And this is right around the time I met 6ix
And 6ix was going to the University of Maryland at the time, which is right down the street
So I'd 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 sleeping in, uh, his basement on the couch
Which is the cover to my first album, Under Pressure, shout out Cathy, shout out the Rosado family
All my beautiful brown people! We made it, it's crazy, but nah nah, listen
I'm getting ahead of myself, I'm 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, 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 don't get it, f*ck it, I'll just submit, and I'll just blame it on society." 
And he was like, "Bro I'ma give you one year," 
And for one year him, his family, all his homies, Benny, everybody man! 
They took care of me, they put, he put clothes on my back,

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