Lyrics:
on a million
I will try to play nice, might turn to a villain
Shit ain't by choice, press them 94 feet
They going to hear my voice, I can feel no remorse
them all, now they rest in peace
All my day ones, I thank y'all for waiting patiently
The album's coming, it's almost done, so now I beg you please wait
don’t play games with me you know what I like
Ricky pants and the shoes
All these girls I can’t choose
Bankroll filled with all them blues
Penthouse Life
on time out and never call these niggas
Pussy like girls, damn is my pussy gay?
It's a holiday, play wit' my pussy day
Pussy this, pussy that, pussy
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
play it like they hate you but they really need ya
Alright let's get it
Aww
Yeah
David took my .25, got a 9 milly
Imma chase the figures till its 9
a care to me
I do this for myself and all
The kids who need guidance
Had too many dark thoughts
I get them out by the writing
Came up with suicidal
for me to press play I don't want to listen still I want to see a black
Business win so when your album drop I'll cop that shit for gp rip it out
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
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
JOHN MADDEN
Clay Raw on the Track
LLRTK BITCH
Ok hold up, let me get to spazzin
In the trap I'm calling plays like I'm John Madden
1000 bitches in my
Man I'm in the Hollywood Hills
Making an album
All the way from the Mottob
From shooting hoop at the Hornbuckle's crib
To watching Lex make it
cheaper by the dozen
I back on track press record, feel
Is it love is it lust
Is being real not enough
Is my time almost up
These questions that need
And from the start of it you felt like you were a part of this
And opposition felt the opposite
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums
Often as I
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums
Often as I can and skim through all them bitches
To make sure I keep up with my competition (haha)
Hogger
want to have to get buck
I'm not phased by what you say
Cause I know I can take you any day
You think this is a game
Well call your play
You don't know
at myself when I put it to the side
Mama had to cater for the coupe
That we rode after school on the way to Popeyes
And niggas wanna play both sides
It's
at me because
I cannot come to the phone
Cuz I'm too busy gettin' money
I ain't got no time to play around
And If nigga tryin' to rob me
Then That Shit is
it
Style intelligent now buy the CD
Press play and develop it nigga
The pure uncut raw
The sewer you want what ours
See, you, aren't, me pURE
I put my life on the line
I roll them dice and I'm fine
'Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin' it
They ain't giving it, I'm taking it
I'm
way
And I'm better than Shakespeare
And I ain't writing any plays
Nor am I writing to get played
It's just my right to get the plays
I was underground
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
to a chandelier
My flow a glass of Ace of Spade and yours a can of beer
Too many bitches, too many blunts, too many buttons
Not enough bullets, them niggas
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