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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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'Bout four in the morning
Got a trunk full of bags, yeah
We just ridin' 'round dirty, tryna' get the bag
You already know what time it is
YG, what up?
Big Bern, Mozzy, talk to 'em
Yeah

Twenty pack in the trunk of the low
Kids trip tryna f*ck with them hoes
On the corner, sellin' nothin' but dope
Love life, we were struggling though
Sentimental, when it counted a fold
You ain't ever gave me nothin' to hold
Freight trailer, finna f*ck up the road
Quarter milli, you ain't done it before
Big Cuban link, hugging it though
Bernie nigga been a hunnid for sure
Every debit card a hunnid or more
Paid a hunnid k in-front of the stove
Count up the money and go
Another flight, feel like 30 or 'sum
Chain worth like a birdie or 'sum
Cali nigga, where they murder for nothing
Yeah
They still on the turf with them youngins
We pull up swerving a bucket
They think it be hot as Kentucky
If she 'bout some hoe and then run it
That nigga hate for nothin'
I came up from nothin', remember them days?
Hey kill all that rappin', I'm not with the fuckery
You can get hit with this K
Crack open that pack
This that shit you can only get from the Bay
Y-Car, twenty bricks in L.A
How you bang but ain't been to L.A.?
Stitch livin', I'ma keep it that way
I ain't phrase with a yuke in my face
Yellow tapes, should've seen how they did it
Forty shells, really eat up your face

Run up the play
But no we don't play
Make 'em say, "uh uh"
Make 'em say, "Ayy'"
Niggas know I'm on-call
Gave the homie a K (My K)
Told 'em make 'em say, "uh uh"
Make em say, "Ayy"
Niggas love to hate
Rolls Royce two-tone, black and grey
Make 'em say, "uh uh"
Make 'em say, "Ayy"
When you elevate
They gon' start to separate
Make 'em say, "uh uh"
Make 'em say, "Ayy"

They love me still
The money come and f*ck a hunnid mill
I wanna build and playin' with my chicken shit, I wanna kill
Fresh frozen work
We let the honey spill
Baby know the drill, she say she hate the way the rubber feel
I'm underground
The sound of the crowd, it give me chills
We really real
I used to rob and steal before the vacuum seal
Twenty grand inside the candle, we export
I'm shaking K9, all through the airport
Flood Atlanta, hit London with a box
They hit my OT, knocked, I'm just glad he didn't talk
We move different
Mozzy with me got the tool with 'em
Hot shells, blood spillin' out your new denim
I'm 'posed to be low-key, with all these jewels drippin'
My crib mani-huh, we got a few screws missin'
I'm on a mission it keep pullin' me back
Yeah, I'm married to the game
And fell in love with the trap

Run up the play
But no we don't play
Make 'em say, "uh uh"
Make 'em say, "Ayy'"
Niggas know I'm on-call
Gave the homie a K (my K)
Told 'em make 'em say, "uh uh"
Make em say, "Ayy"
Niggas love to hate
Rolls Royce two-tone, black and grey
Make 'em say, "uh uh"
Make 'em say, "Ayy"
When you elevate
They gon' start to separate
Make 'em say, "uh uh"
Make 'em say, "Ayy"

Bobby Boy chillin', whippin' that exotic
I got her sippin' on that tonic, we smokin' that chronic
They know I'm iconic, it's kind of ironic
I'm runnin' this, gunnin' this
We havin' fun in this bitch
Livin' my life, motherfuck that I'm rich
Now they know the name, but just Logic
I keep it G, 'cause I'm a good person
Givin' my everything, up in these verses
Smokin' that Goldilocks, when it disperses
Stoney Bob feelin' it, Berner be killin' it
We feelin' crazy, we feelin' brazy, we feelin' breezy
Run up in it, get up in it and make it look easy
I'm gonna drop a shoe bigger than the Yeezy
'Cause I, fit in my own shoes
Ain't nothin' that I won't do

(Italian leather)
Run up the play
But no we don't play
Make 'em say, "uh uh"
Make 'em say, "Ayy'"
Niggas know I'm on-call
Gave the homie a K (my K)
Told 'em make 'em say, "uh uh"
Make em say, "Ayy"
Niggas love to hate
Rolls Royce two-tone, black and grey
Make 'em say, "uh uh"
Make 'em say, "Ayy"
When you elevate
They gon' start to separate
Make 'em say, "uh uh"
Make 'em say, "Ayy"

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