Lyrics:
try to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show,
and its beautiful
Sweet lies defeat lives
Sour Tears are cried, as the fucking years go by
Let the beat energize
In the streets we scream the songs to make
Way down here, in the heart of Texas
There's a own kinda blues going on
Elmore James, Stevie Ray, Freddie King
Robert J's licks are heard on every
niggas, Dru Hill to drew down
And I'm prayin' they set
Instead, most artists don't live as good as the execs
And they end up depressed
Scarred by A&Rs,
[Z-Ro]
King of the ghetto, I'm sitting on my throne
Got a red light, sitting on my chrome
Ridgemont Texas, representing
With a taper fade, sitting on my
get to smash
This fuck's for you
I can barely drive the G5 down King Drive
Cause like a Brinks truck
They know there's money inside
I'ma take a little
of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three, making us free in my community
One day is what I live for
Ain't thinking about no hope
Smoke on the water
But burning down
You know
They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky Claude was running in and out
or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City
Niggaz with masks on, vests and all
but was keeping the biggest slice
Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing
But by the time we did, all the paperwork was in ruins
Nigga kept
the mainstream
Radio, road man and stage show
At the same time
Watch what "Too Many Man" and "Sunglasses
At Night" do in 2-00-9
Let me show you why I'm the King
not, if you think so
You think slow, so don't think, ho'
Freddie Gibbs run up in
Cribs like Kris Kringle
Touch down and talk more shit than Ocho Cinco
standing around a lot of niggas being passive aggressive
Country on the way to another recession
The bell ring sit down class is in session
Let the teacher
Texas legend repping
Best one not from Houston
Houston we have problem
No one in my ozone
Austin better give this nigga his own area code
666
Hola
Commo
Texas legend repping
Best one not from Houston
Houston we have problem
No one in my ozone
Austin better give this nigga his own area code
666
Hola
Commo
shitted on because he kneeled
How many more lives taken without reasons
Rest in Peace to that boy Paul O'neal
Let's go play in the snow out in Cleveland
How
reckless, uh
My fault, that's just how they do it down in Texas
To the people I gave love to who turned around told me fuck you
If you don't heal what
how it go down
Yeah E S G now the king is back
Chamillionaire next up to bat
Get up in the cats we'll snatch your tracks
Sit Lacs blue and the Porsche
much darker
Boogie Down Productions
Is made up of teachers
The lecture is conducted
From the mic into the speaker
Who gets weaker?
The king
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
controllin' minds like Waco
Texas, Mr. Flossy in the Lexus
Super supreme, I plot schemes like Stephen King and
One by one, we'll start to subtract
And see
inadequate
Yeah it's cool if you zone out
Live in the moment put your phone down
Turn the music up instead
Bounce to the beat of your own drum
Don't worry bout
Trade (come on, come on, come on)
Long live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State that's
In New York (ayy) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where
till I'm winning like Adele
Carried by a trend there's no wind in your sails
Live on a set like I'm Christian I Bale
Levels when I do it I don't believe
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