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No words as I serve with my Southern dialect, so I get respect
Don't call me T, it's a T thing with a G swing
Let my nuts hang down to the flo' main
be asking you, "Who is more dramatical?"
This one or that one, the white one or the black one
Pick the punk, and I'll jump up to attack one
KRS-One
a pocket full of bliss
No more
No more rainy days
We out here on that main stage
All you whack motherfuckers
Don't get play
While we making big plays
If I
I'm a culprit, I don't pray to no one, fuck that cult shit
Run up on me, big guns, you get offed quick
Fuck that off switch
Thanking God that I made
chains for the bro's, I don't got shit for these ho's
Is you a friend or a foe? Is you gonna cut a nigga throat?
Ain't no more going back broke, ain't no
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
niggas like it's '04
Next to Copeland's on Broadway
More money, more ways, the more clickin'
The more waitin'
Don't be annoying, hittin' my phone all day
brawn, Super Saiyan, Gohan
Rap game more classical than Kenny G's perm dog
Don't get it twisted; you probably never even heard of me
The greatest art's
An abyss
Can't dismiss
No bliss inside of this
I know it's hit or miss
But I don't miss
I don't
Getting it done that's the moto
Whether with others or mono
If it was up to me
I’d let my homies out the gate
(fuck reform, no more peace till the whole force is abolished)
Hey, no longer can we stand by, oh
No
don't pretend
To know where it ends
Wish I could care less.
One time I cried more
In 1994
But that doesn't count I guess.
Scream
Like she was scream
I try
nothing no more
In my lane, can't refrain from lettin' these people know
How I feel (How I feel), yeah that's how I feel (That's how I feel)
Break it
Remember when I asked you out you said no
But deep down you always kinda wanted more
I didn't want ya' told you I moved on
Shut the fuck up (Shut
or Scot La Rock
But they can get bust
Get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around
Nor do I fuck around
And you can tell by the bodies that are
'cause I just don't know
I'm known to mop, I'm known to glow
But don't get mad 'cause I got's to go
Three MCs and one DJ
We be getting down with no
all my might
Nobody trusted by me more
I turn around hand you the knife
Cause you my baby, my brother
You my first friend in this life
It's kinda funny
'cause I just don't know
I'm known to mop, I'm known to glow
But don't get mad 'cause I got's to go
Three MCs and one DJ
We be getting down with no
don't love you no more
DJ Khaled!
Shit ain't been the same since I
Came through in that hot shit (Ahh)
They gon' talk about you 'til
You ain't got shit
ain't no longer then that head tap cus that nigga died in seconds
Don't be out here naked match the drip with your protection
Them stains on the curb from
done with life
Don't give a shit that he took my wife
Might cut myself with a knife
I don't need this today
I'm done with life
Don't give a shit that he
overcome
Let Your kingdom come and Let Your will be done.
I was worthless. I was dead.
Foul. Nasty. Dirty.
I had no eyes to see or ears to hear that You are
say no to drugs (that's right)
So you don't act like everyone else does (uh-huh)
Then there's really nothin' else to say (sing along)
Drugs are
say no to drugs (that's right)
So you don't act like everyone else does (uh-huh)
Then there's really nothin' else to say (sing along)
Drugs are
through so luckily?
Pops got me knife sharp, I feel like I'm cutlery
My circle, cheerio, small, I don't need no company
I don't need new friends
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