Little brother, this is your sister, you're busy, I get you,īut I insist you call me back ‘cause I miss you. Please, leave a message after the tone. I been workin' hard, I been searchin' for God. I been workin' hard, I been searchin' for God, Hello, no one is available to take your call. Positive that life ain't mine, bitch, you can take that shit to Maury! Tell 'em jealous Judases who this is, and, man, that'll break 'em.ĭash of Auto-Tune so y'all can feel the pain,īroke as fuck back in that basement, not a dollar to my name,Ĭhasin' fame, chasin' glory, till the day we make a story, Stackin' profit on profit from this music I'm makin'.Įven Jesus had haters, so when you feelin' forsaken, Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations, ‘Cause my single like that good shit, man, always in rotation, Now they know my name through the nation,
Live it up, hold on to your dream, don't ever give it up,įinally had my share of success and, shit, I can't get enough. Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never actin' up, White Benz, black card, bitch, better get your plastic up, "Can I do it like you do it?" that's what they be askin' us. Life changed in a year, couldn't happen fast enough. This is everything I ever wanted, I can't pass it up, I be on that finger flippin' killin' shit up in the cut,Īll these bitches out here tryna gas it up,
Tell me that they love me, know damn well that they don't give a fuck, I said, these fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right? These fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right? When I murder the rhyme, I'm livin' divine,ĭraped up and I'm dripped out right now, ho!Ĭaked up till I cash out and I got 'em all wonderin' how so.
Me and my homies that know me blowin' up like the Taliban, I thank God, I thank God, but it's hard, but it's hard. On the come-up where they run up on you for nothing at all,īrighter than eleven suns, this the first, where my funds? Write it, record it, mix it, master it, press it up, unveil it!įeel like I've been waitin' forever, forever to inherit,Īnd now we blowin' up like spontaneous human combustion. Hennessy in my cup, drivin' through the sticks,īut finally gettin' cake like a happy belated.īuy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it, Runnin' from the law, livin' how I'm living' fuck 'em all! Skippin' school with my homies and chiefin' reefer for two days, The only thing I'ma give you mothafuckas is the dial tone.įlashbacks of a youngin sippin' that purple Kool-Aid, People callin' me, askin' me for money, man, Work so fuckin' much, my greatest fear is I'ma die alone,Įvery diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone.
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