Lyrics:
been given, wassup?
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk, oh, walk on
Uh, yeah
They call me Logic, yeah that's L-O-G-I-C
I ain't wrapped up in them
And you've all had that experience in Thrifty and right Aid where time seems to slow down. I think Boris got his film fucked up by the technologist who must be
of fallin, dreamin', of fallin')
Let's pretend like its '98
Like I'm eating lunch off of Styrofoam trays
Trying to be the next rapper coming out
From the album best of donovan
An' my belly is craving, I got shakin' in my head
I feel like I'm dyin' an' I wish I were dead
If I lived till
Ladies and gentlemen
I'd like to interrupt this album
With a little bit of real talk
We bout to represent the
Priesthood of believers
It's your boy
make sure he not no bitch 'cause niggas bound to try him
If I said I was the toughest growin' up, I would be lyin'
I had a fear of gettin' punched
wouldn't go nowhere, took the detour
When you see the someone in the crack right by the sea shore?
When you see them brand new le Fleurs on the floor?
If
goodness, oh my goodness, oh my god
I'm coming with the goodness
Acting like I ain't been in it, like I ain't been pushing my limit
Hold up, wait up, get
away
On a sunny summer day or, okay, an August night anyway
And you're living on air, while on the 25th floor up there
They'd fan a million bucks
and after all those rumours going around about this band me
Leaving the band, me splitting up, or the band splitting up, and all that
Stuff, which has been
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
It's so nice to be rich, rich, rich, rich...
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to waste
Back you down or face to face
I feel like Shaq in ‘98
Cashing checks you can’t relate
Kato Kaeline no one speak
Beat the charges by next week
Paid
I'm Kendrick Lamar, mmm
A.K.A. Benz is to me is just a car, mmm
That mean your friends need to be up to par
See my standards are pampered by
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
swag is but you was made in Paris
And Mama woke up the next day and shot her album package
Last time the miscarriage was so tragic
We was afraid you'd
Im sorry mama
Told you
We would make it by now
We still fighting
I aint ever going to give up
I disappointed alot of people but
Today, I brave
If
1 yeah
This album is dedicated to all the teachers
That told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above
The buildings that I
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
[Ms. Melodie]
Extra extra read all about it!
KRS One's rhymes have been doubted
Suckers stepped up and got MURDERED!!
[KRS One]
I'm Kendrick Lamar, mmm
A.K.A. Benz is to me is just a car, mmm
That mean your friends need to be up to par
See my standards are pampered by
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
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