Logic

[fox69]

"Relaxation"

"Relaxation"


[Verse 1:]
Yeah, alright, yo
A couple days ago
I met the illest latina
Her demeanor was unexplainable
You shoulda seen her
Thick thighs, nice ass
Body like an hourglass
Didn't hesitate to break a brother
Next second she passed
I was like, "What's up?"
To which she replied
"How you doin'?"
I said de nada momma
But your beauty I'm persuin'
And I said I'm about to win the lottery
She asks "How?"
I said, "Your seven digits right now"
And made her smile
Now we conversing
And she feelin' my style
I can tell by the way she talkin'
That she down to go the mile
Had a couple drinks
Now we headed back to her place
The shade of red from her lipstick all over my face
I'm tryin' to hit, split it
Baby girl you gonna let me get it?
She said, "Hold up ok, I don't get down like that"
I said I know beautiful girl
But I get down like that
So let me heat it up, heat it up
Go crazy and beat it up
"Damn papi, how you even know I like it rough?"
The way you was feelin' on me
When kissing revealed enough
I wanna scratch you, provoke you
Bite you, choke you
But just a little, bite your legs
Dick up in the middle
"Hold up, wait a second
Nigga, you gotta condom?"
Come on beautiful girl of course I've got protection
I stay with Magnums and I ain't talkin' Smith and Wesson
I keep undressin'
Girl I'm about to teach you a lesson
After I hit it she says
"Bobby I have a confession
I think I love you!"
I said "What the fuck?"
Thinkin' to myself
Damn, I shoulda never cut
Kissed her on the cheek
Hit the lights, then she fell asleep
So I snuck out the bathroom window on the creep, like
(The next day, the next day, the next day, the next day, yo
The next day, the next day, the next)

[Verse 2:]
Yeah, yeah, yo
Now I'm out the door
Downtown is where I'm about to go
Got a meeting with my boy Chris
About a dope show
So I hail a cab, jump in
But so does some girl
Beautiful, pretty eyes
With luxurious curls
I said "No fair"
She smiled and said
"Why don't we share?"
What a success
Lookin' at her chest
Thinkin' if her breasts was a test
She would fail
Fresh tip nails
Type of ass make a brother
Train of thought derail
As we converse
I could tell that she feelin' my style
Get the pussy wet
That's the mission
As long as she listen to my words
Feelin' on the curves
Only lips I'm thinkin' bout kissin' is hers
I can barely fight the urge
Only thing that matter right now
Is these two verbs
I'm talkin' me and you
So fine, I'd think I'd start seeing you
Her body was a work of art
Like Hieroglyphics
Too much detail to go into specifics
Now
I'm diggin' shorty
Like an archeologist
Tryin' a bone
Searchin' for a queen to take the throne
The type of girl to love
And call her my own

[Verse 3:]
I'm just a bachelor (bachelor)
Looking for a bachelorette
Baby, maybe you can persuade me
To give you love
You couldn't imagine yet
Kiss you on the neck
Then I sedate the pussy like a vet
Got the shorty rollin' like a movie set
Take her to the Rio
I'm not talking about G-burg
I'm talking De Janeiro
Spend deñero like it's reverb
Expansion
Couple kids running round the mansion
Day dreamin'
Getting ahead of my self
Advancin'
But, come on... girl
Now come on give me love
I know we just met but
Romance is like a drug
You know we go together
Like sympathy and hugs
So I write this girl
A symphony
And tell her that I love
Her everything
Girl I love your everything
You know I love your everything
I said I love your everything
Yeah, love your everything
Girl, I love your everything

 

[fox69]

"Roll Call"

"Roll Call"


Smoking in London while the snow fall
In another country so pardon me for the roll call
Damn, who would've thought the fan base was this immense
On the first fucking plane to Paris so pardon my french
Shows sold out, fans in line even though it's cold out
Yeah, touring Europe getting swiss cheese
Many said I'd never attain it now I'm like, "bitch please, what up?"
Allow me to open up the verse with something so diverse
Now let the flow immerse, hold up; watch it disperse
Visions of Biggie, Big L and 2Pac just looking at me
From the gates of Heaven while the police booking at me
Open your mental while bitches give me brain with no dental
Y'all probably think I'm crazy for touching this instrumental
Shout out my cousin Ego, he know this shit's sentimental
Been doing this shit for my dogs, holding down the kennel
My ex hit me talkin bout she wanna make up
But on the real, I got no time for cover girls
Music is my main bitch, no time for other girls
I'm finna blow like Hiroshima, my demeanor get meaner
Watch me elevate to arenas
Me without the mic, that's like
Martin without the Gina, Venus without Serena
Now these thirsty bitches on the dick, we call that Aquafina
I used to bus tables until them tables turned
And everything I have obtained is everything I've earned
And everything I rap about is everything I've learned
So hopefully the listener can position a situation where they don't get burned
And they can learn from my mistakes, like I've learned from the greats
To do whatever it takes, for Heaven's sakes open your mind
This shit's one of a kind, elegant and refined, irrelevant to the swine
What's the deal?
Whipping through LA in the coupe de Ville, on the real
To various people I do appeal, because of skill
So this the type of shit I'm gon keep making
That make MCs break fast like flapjacks and bacon
Rest in peace to BIG, and many other fallen soldiers
Never Hollywood, I'm grounded like a cup of Folgers, bitch I told ya
Allow me to open up your mind and mold ya
Indulge ya, within this shit I call the second Renascence
The system broke and they sent Logic in for maintenance
All you wack rappers couldn't break change to make sense
I'm back again with another argument about how much I'm black again
Fighting for credibility from the lack of blacker skin
It's kind of funny how your pigment determines how people perceive you
That's ignant
Ain't seen my mommy in a minute
Cause growing up she called me a nigga
That would never amount to nothing
Racism from my own momma, left home because of drama
But I can make it in the rap game, look at Obama
You ain't been in my shoes, you don't know my story
You don't know what's in store, but bitch I stocked the inventory
Fuck a critic with the balls to try to tell me how I feel
You wasn't with me as a child
Never once did you feel the pain of my stomach
That manifested from the lack of meals
Headed to the soup kitchen on foot by the lack of wheels
We aim to keep it real
And hell no we ain't never missing
Came a long way from eating when government gave permission
If you think these lyrics ain't deep, you too stupid to listen
Just an outkast with a mission to spit to whoever listen
Bitch it's Logic!

 

[fox69]

"Run It"

"Run It"


Me and my team gotta intervene
What's the point of livin' if you ain't livin' a dream?
We live in a world where everybody want everything
Everybody want a better thing
Tryna feel ya like it's picture perfect but it's just the editing
Man, the game been waiting for a better king
I've been posted with my Queen like Coretta King
Screaming "Money ain't a thing", cause it ain't
Man, I never knew livin' out a dream meant livin' out a suitcase
I've been working at a new pace
So much money on the road I ain't even had a minute
Not a single second chilling in my new place
Motherfuckers getting two-faced
Cause a brother finally eating
Not to mention everybody gettin' two plates
You know I only got two traits
Drop hits, get money
Run it

What the fuck is there left to talk about
I told them my vision, let 'em know what it's all about
Industry only respect me because I'm ballin' out
You never know who there for you until you fallin' out
And that's the reason why I've been in the kitchen
Working on that nutrition
I let em listen, boy this been my house
This is merely an addiction, fuck 'em and their permission
They was killin' the game, who the one that gave 'em remission?
You know the name
Who else you know wanna come up, do it like I does it
Lyrics all up in your skull like when the barber buzz it
Say my last shit a classic, and I wonder was it?
Come to think about it everybody seemed to love it
I was workin' on a budget
Second time around shit is different cuh they know that boy good, know he does it
I've been at it for the people that been lovin' my shit
Not the people that been hating, they can suck my dick
Run it

I'm a do somethin' different for the last one
I'm a go in

Feelin' like Matthew Mcconaughey on a Interstellar mission in Chicago at the bottom of the Riviera
I wonder who I would be if I wasn't in my era
I got a berretta for people but I take care of the people when I jump in the cockpit and rock it
Been done, had this in my pocket
I had to wait to unlock it
Open that locket and see the picture I painted
No we ain't never aquainted
On the rise, look at defending
Now we trial for possession like an exorcism
My division is solely my vision, God damn
Can you feel it? Uh
I had a dream I would run the game and kill it
Had a dream, can you feel it?
Motherfucker wanna push it to the limit
Get up in it, make the shit infinite
Yeah you know I wanna win it, on my independent
I've been at it like an addict
Never at the party like I'm democratic
'Lotta static on the radio
Fuck everything that they represent
This right here is heaven sent, never irrelevant
No never when I slide up in the spot, just a youngin' in the game
Tryna show 'em what I got, way back
That was the mentality, never truly reality
Looking for validation
With all the wrong things on my mind for motivation
Just chillin' at the crib on a Playstation
Cause I never thought about it, never thought that people would have a song like mine in their rotation
Til I wised up, got 'em sized up
Ready to go, I'm feelin' fired up
Man it's been a good ride up
Everybody want me to lace 'em, I'm too tied up
This a ransom
Fist full of money then we had back to the mansion
30 thousand people in the crowd, we expanding
Couple years back you ain't give a damn
Autographs off the plane whenever I land
All part of the plan
And anything you wanna do you can
Just go and get it, fuck 'em if they don't love 'em
Be above it 'less you're thinking your profession gon' be rap
Matter fact you should take a step back
Cause I run it

 

[fox69]

"Saturday (Skit)"
(feat. John Pops Witherspoon)

"Saturday (Skit)"
(feat. John Pops Witherspoon)



[Knocking]

[Pops:]
Turn that record off! Turn it down! You're music's too loud! Turn it down!

[Logic: Rapping]
Reppin' G-Burg
Take time
Rape rhyme
When I [?]

[Pops barges in]

[Pops:]
What the hell going on in here with all this noise?

[Logic:]
Da- Dad what are are you doing, man? Why you just run in my room like that, man?

[Pops:]
Turn the record down! This ain't no- I love Johnny Mathis or Nat King Cole!

[Logic:]
Dad...

[Pops:]
Who the hell are these people rappin'? 2 Chainz, and Change, and two, three chains.

[Logic:]
Aw, man... c'mon...

[Pops:]
What the hell is going with [?] today?

[Logic:]
(Chuckles) Dad, it's called hip-hop, man. It's my dream.

[Pops:]
Well, you better wake up!

[Logic:]
See, I kn- I knew you wouldn't understand. You never understand.

[Pops:]
Why ain't you in school?

[Logic:]
Dad, it's Saturday.

[Pops:]
Oh yeah, okay. It is Saturday.

[Logic:]
Yeah. Yeah, it's Saturday.

[Pops:]
Alright then... Get a job!

[Logic:]
Get a job?

[Pops:]
Damn... Eat up everything in the damn refrigerator.

[Logic:]
N-N-No. Dad, this is gonna be my job, man!

[Pops:]
Oh, boy! You just as stubborn just like your momma! Ooh! That fine momma of yours!

[Logic:]
Dad, stop.

[Pops:]
That's the prettiest white woman I've ever seen, and I ain't seen one pretty since like that!

[Logic:]
Dad... Dad, no... Dad... Dad, stop!

[Pops:]
Bitch, I was a Nubian explorer. Let me tell you, your momma- Ooh! That was the finest white woman I've seen in my life!

[Logic:]
Oh my God... Dad! Dad... why you always...?

[Pops:]
Her hair blowin' in the wind! Whew! Every time I think about it I say, "Whew!"

[Logic:]
Dad- Dad, just stop! Alright? I don- Don't- I d-d- I don't wanna hear that! C'mon, man!

[Pops:]
I know you don't wanna hear about it, cause... I get so excited about her!

[Logic:]
Oh my God...

[Pops:]
Those pretty blue eyes! Her hair flowin'!

[Logic:]
You do this every day.

[Pops:]
She can cook. She can cook! Oh my goodness, she can fry some chicken! Whew!

[Logic:]
You do thi- really? Okay... There's no stoppin' you.

[Pops:]
Where does she learn that? Those fine big ol' juicy titties!

[Logic:]
What?! Ew- Da- Eww! Dad!

[Pops:]
Booty! Booty! [?] booty!

[Logic:]
No! Ew! Oh, God!

[Pops:]
Mm-Mm-Mm! Them titties all in my [?]!

[Logic:]
Dad! No! C'mon! Oh my...

[Pops:]
Big bang! Big bang! Big bang!

[Logic:]
Dad... Dad! Stop man! Fo' real! If you don't stop I'm a call Child Services, alright?

[Pops:]
You gon- You gonna call Child Services

[Logic:]
Yeah, yeah, hum, Child Services... Yeah, you ain't gon' be laughing in jail.

[Pops:]
Go ahead!

[Logic:]
Tsst. Oh man...

[Pops:]
I need the silence.

[Logic:]
Oh, you think it's funny now. Look, Dad, I jus- I just wanna make music, man. I don't understand what the big problem is, why can't I-

[Pops:]
I'm a let you. I'm a let you do your things. Do your things! I used to sing like The Tentation

[Logic:]
The Tentation, yeah.

[Pops: Singing]
I got sunshiiiiine

[Logic:]
Oh my God... Dad...

[Pops:]
From when you hear me sing, boy!

[Logic:]
Oh, okay, look that was back in your day, Dad, and today is my day, and ju- I just wanna make this music, Man. C'mon! Lemme, lemme-

[Pops:]
Alright. Look, son...

[Logic:]
Yeah, yeah?

[Pops:]
If you're gonna do this...

[Logic:]
Uh-huh...

[Pops:]
Not run the streets, causing trouble...

[Logic:]
Alright...

[Pops:]
And make the music

[Logic:]
Alright...

[Pops:]
I'll support you.

[Logic:]
Aight, damn...

[Pops:]
Right?

[Logic:]
Yeah- Yeah.

[Pops:]
Where's your momma's phone number?

[Logic:]
What? He- Hey...

[Pops:]
[?] for me and that pretty white woman.

[Logic:]
Dad, stop!

[Pops:]
Whew... whew!

 

[fox69]

"Sell Out Records (Skit)"

"Sell Out Records (Skit)"


[Logic:]
Hello?

[Woman:]
Yes, hi is this Logic?

[Logic:]
Yeah. This is Logic. What's up?

[Woman:]
Hi Logic. How ya doing?
This is Marty Randoff, big time, big league, record executive
Super white guy afficionado and I just uh want to talk to you about a couple things

[Logic:] Alright m'am, what is this regarding exactly?

[Woman:]
Basically, what we want to do is we want to take Logic
We want to take everything about you
And we want to take it and put it on a bigger level
How that sounds?

[Logic:]
I mean that sounds great man
What do you have in mind?

[Woman:]
Basically, ok you know that whole thing that compiles you?
The whole Young Sinatra, smooth, intellectual lyrics, the realism of who you are and how you project that, everything that you do with your music?

[Logic:]
Yeah. Man thanks. I'm glad you spotted that out

[Woman:]
Basically, what we're going to do is get rid of that
Ok? We want to put you in the limelight with a bunch of bitches and popping bottles
Cause nobody cares about that stuff

[Logic:]
What?

[Woman:]
Yeah. I know right?
It sounds amazing
Maybe you might be aware of some previous work that we've done
Basically what we want to do is have nobody remember you in five years

[Logic:]
I don't know man
I really don't know

[Woman:]
Have you ever heard of Lil Lollipop?
Or Little Chetta?

[Logic:]
Na. Na, man I haven't

[Woman:]
Exactly that's the point

[Logic:]
Wait where did you say you were calling from again?

[Woman:]
Oh I'm just calling from uh... Sell Out Records

[Logic:]
What? Sell Out Records?

[Woman:]
Yeah

[Logic:]
Oh my God
Wait like you like sell out stadiums and stuff?

[Woman:]
Nah man
Sell out like you like you know
You know
This is what it is man, illuminati

[Logic:]
What Illuminati?

[Satan:]
Yes Logic
It's your time now

[Logic:]
[Laughing] Yo man who put you up to this Lembo?

[Satan:]
Uh no. no
Uh I don't know where else to look
Look just sign with us

[Logic:]
Nah I'm straight bra
{Hangs Up}

[Satan:]
Oh. Hello? Hello?
Damn it. He hung up
These rappers are usually the easiest ones to convert

 

[fox69]

"Sellin Drugs"

"Sellin Drugs"


Welcome, to some shit that's considered legendary
I'm here to put the rap game in the cemetery
They told me it couldn't happen
Ain't no way in hell you gon' make millions off of rapping
But I'm just so determined
Catch me on the stage spitting verses like a sermon
You know I had to make them realize
Lights, camera, action, mawfucka check the real in my eyes
Now they all looking so surprised
The dawn of a new era, like the sun had arise
Through these lyrics, I am immortalized
Strictly spiting the truth but the rest is telling more lies
This the type of shit most people fantasize
But this the shit I used to analyze
They told me I was too underground
So I took the mic out my basement and found another sound
I want it, I need it, I'm coming for the crown
Can't nobody stop me, I'm Rocky let's go another round

[Hook: Kanye West from "Can't Tell Me Nothing"]

I'm kinda on my Rockafella meets Nelson Mandela
Raining money, no umbrella flow
Most of these people they will never know
Watchu have to sacrifice as a person to truly grow
See I'm in love with this shorty right
But first I gotta get this story right
Cause in this business love will never last
Sold out shows, hoes, and a whole lotta ass
Damn what a concoction
But these hoes ain't an option
Cause a woman what I'm looking for
A girl with wisdom that give me brain so insane
Or maybe I'm just going insane
On the road to success, so I'm living in the fast lane

 

[fox69]

"Set The Tone"

"Set The Tone"


[Intro:]
I don't want to rule or conquer anyone
I should like to help everyone if possible, Jew, gentile, black man, white
We all want to help one another, human beings are like that
We all want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery
We don't want to hate and despise one another
In this world there is room for everyone and the earth is rich and can provide for everyone
The way of life can be free and beautiful. But we have lost the way
Greed has poisoned men's souls

Sinatra
'Sinatra shot ya', God damn you'
'Is this what you want?'
Logic
'You are watching a master at work'
'You have interfered with our affairs for the last time'

[Verse:]
Many men wish to acquire fame for the wrong reasons
Fans telling me never change, but it's harder fighting seasons
They hear me on the radio and now they yelling 'Treason!'
Cause Logic giving them mainstream verses like Ephesians
But, I never sacrificed my lyrics or my flow
There's a time and place for everything so what the fuck you yelling for?
The fame hit me quicker than previously determined
Rat Pack, real all the time, fuck a vermin
Motivated by money, sex, drugs and violence
Cause the era that we living, it was built up on defiance
What we need is alliance, but y'all don't really hear me though
So, hip-hop's a chariot and Logic's finna carry it
Stallion, coming for their necks like a medallion
Straight out of Sierra Leone
Motherfuckers it's on, I'm under your skin like cortisone
99% of these motherfuckers is bullshit
But I'm on that Bull shit, Michael Jordan
Cutting records after the show at my hotel while I'm touring
Yeah, and I ain't even 23
But my bank account can vouch, I'm balling like an MVP
Yes it's me, L-O-G-I-C, I'm repping MD
Now what the fuck is a vacation? I see no satisfaction
I work 12 hours a day, every day with no distraction
7 days a week and 12 hours, that's a lazy day
Going 74 hours with no sleep, call that a crazy day
This is Manhunt, and I ain't stopping 'til y'all apprehended
Many years I have attended and finally been commended
For keeping it real so finger fuck whoever I've offended
Now, pull out the Mac and watch them freeze like PCs
I'm Celsius, never graduated so fuck degrees
I educate 'em with ease, however listener please
Don't knock that last line, school it just wasn't for me
We all different, and I'm here to make a killing
So say hello to the villain cause in this day that we living
And the nice guys finish last, I'm blowing up
Guess you could say I'm having a blast

[Outro:]
'Sinatra shot ya', God damn you'
'You are watching a master at work'
'Is this what you want?'

 

[fox69]

"Shade 45 Freestyle"

"Shade 45 Freestyle"


It feel like just yesterday I was broke as hell
Livin life behind these bars like I couldn’t make the bail, shit
Workin at wings, start cookin chicken that was boneless
Til my sister kick me out before Christmas and I was homeless
Girl I ain’t mad at ya you know I love you the same
Cause all I did was light the fire to break up in this game
I had a girl for a while, she was the love of my life
Thought we’d have a couple kids, she’d be my lover, my wife
Til she felt it wasn’t working so I asked what was next
She said nothing and left me with that goodbye sex
That was 2010 felt like I would die then
Til I packed up the mics and fuck it all and fully dived in
Fast forward a couple years my flow is fully infectious
Up in your system like Tetanus, close to your heart like a necklace
In private events, Kevin Liles and John Gotti
Trey Songz and even Trey’s mom what a party
This the life that I’m livin, can’t forget where I came
Maryland just like Monroe man all of y’all know the name
It’s been a long time comin, and this music all I got
And even though I knew I’d always make it still who woulda thought
Def Jam, goddamn, but you know we keep it visionary
V’s up, til we on top like missionary
Conversations while the Empire State in the backdrop
Spittin bars with Nas on the Manhattan rooftop
Talkin business and predicting what quarter the tape will drop
15, writing rhymes, inspired by Illmatic
I’m still at it, every record I record leave the record shattered
Cause I’ll be in the lab for a month
Searchin for inner peace through meditation like a monk
I’ll be, makin that music, makin, makin that music that
Resonates from the birds to the hood
I remember wishin Yeezy would sign me to GOOD
But now we on the same label so the shit’s all good
And to be honest I’m glad that I did it myself
Cause I know what’s in store like I stock the shelf
All the hip hop fans, they gotta wait through the commercial
But they know the feature presentation gon be universal
That rehearsal thinkin bout my life
And how you know I refuse to be blinded by the light
And everything is all right
RattPack, Visionary all day it’s Logic
I’ll be spittin this never written ridiculous goddamn off the top of the dome
I’m murderin every single one of they chromosomes
I’m reppin Maryland to the fullest, push us but never pull us you know the deal
This is how we do it all the time, we keep it real
It’s that RattPack, hit you with a gat, crack crack
Like that never slack goddamn now can you feel it
Can I ride wit ya, paint this picture like I got it so ridiculous
I got it like that, ain’t no need for grippin the gat
Keep it ratt, never slack, motivation attack
Goddamn I could feel it this is strictly off the top
It’s never written cause that shit is forbidden
I’m never kiddin like the miss that’s on that birth control
Goddamn, the second that I feel the vibe
And yes I’m fuckin up so that’s how you know that this shit is so goddamn real
Tell me how you feel, how you feel, never squealed like that
Blat, hit you with a gat, sike nah
NYC to MD the L-O-G-I-C I’m reppin in
Yes I gotta get it, second that we steppin in
It’s strictly off the top
I could feel the energy, I ain’t talkin E-N-E-R-G-Y
I mean inner G, that’s the shit they never see
But I’ll hold supremacy, number one I bet I’ll be
Bitch I said I better be
Tryin to take my kindness for weakness
Get the better of me, fuck that
Never stop with that
This is how we doin, pack it back then I hit that
Ridiculous, understand it’s ridicule’less
You can never top this, you can never stop this
Hundred thousand first week, album when I drop this
Goddamn can you feel it that’s the man
Said it’s Logic

 

[fox69]

"Shine On"

"Shine On"


[Hook: x4]
We should shine a light on, a light on
And the book of right-on's right on, it was right on

[Verse:]
They lost and I found it, we leave 'em astounded
Asking me how you so fly, yet you still so grounded?
I replied, I died inside, resurrected a beast
Leave 'em deceased, music's in my genes like a crease
Got it capiche, hungry as hell trying to eat now
Success is the only thing that can't complete us
Grinding to free us, the beat knocking like a fetus
Close your eyes, open up your ears so you can see this
Now I've accepted I'm not from the hood
Cause selling crack and busting gats don't make my raps good
See this is me, L.O.G.I.C. repping MD to the fullest
Push us to the limit but never pull us now
I can't wait 'til I see my name in neon
That fly shit I be on flowing for eons
Every day I take chances, Celine Dion
Said every day I take chances, Celine Dion (let's get it)
I'm a diamond in a rough, but I shine like discos
Surrounded by greasy people like I doused them in Crisco
I haven't shined yet, so tell me where does the rest go
Up a million percent until they finally hear this though
Bumping up in they city like, Oh my God this go
My business getting better every year like fiscal
Fuck a pad and a pen, a mic my only utensil
I'm o-riginal, see, but they trace like stencil
I stain in the game, but you fade like pencil
Biting off of my rhymes, that ain't even an insult
Cause you couldn't produce, and in the end that shit's your fault
It takes 3 millions years for a diamond to shine
I did it in 21, see I'm ahead of my time
Cause when I flow the crowd never roll cause I rock
On the road to success, haters in my blind spot
Cause I got no time to bullshit

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Slave"

"Slave"


Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-ey-oh
Hey-oh, hey, that hey-oh, hey-oh, hey
Hey-oh, hey-oh (Let's go)
Hey-oh (Alright)
Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey (Alright, let's go)
Hey-oh, hey-oh (Let's go)

East side, west side, we ride, we die all for this
Oh my, my, I know why I can't fall for this
All my life I tried, I cried, got pride in this
All my life I'd hide, I stayed inside for this

Tell me what you know about forty days, forty nights
No lights, all for this
Tell me what you know about sleeping outside, no ride in the wintertime all for this
Tell me what you know about commas in the bank
Lookin' in the mirror, yeah, I did all of this
Tell me what you know about family never there but swear they deserve all of this
Tell me what you know about people tryna test you
Don't wanna get involved with this
X you out, you get solved with this
Never, but I gotta evolve with this
Like bitch I bet I be at the place I said I'd be
Legendary like No I.D
You know I be duckin' every ho I see
Cause I'm out of this world, and I know I be like...

East side, west side, we ride, we die all for this
Oh my, my, I know why I can't fall for this
All my life I tried, I cried, got pride in this
All my life I'd hide, I stayed inside for this

Living as a black man, in the skin of the white man
Everybody wanna fight man, and I put it on my right hand
Goddamn, it's all for this
I just wanna make the world a better place
Fuck race and the shade in my face
Looking for the sun but the shade in my face
Best in my field, I'm a slave to the race
Black motherfucker, white motherfucker
I don't give a damn what you is, can you write motherfucker?
Said I couldn't do it, said I wouldn't do it
I just made a million in a month, aight motherfucker?
I did everything I said I'd ever do and to you I still ain't shit?
Alright motherfucker
Runnin' around the world yelling P-L-P
But as a last resort, we gon' fight motherfucker like

East side, west side, we ride, we die all for this
Oh my, my, I know why I can't fall for this
All my life I tried, I cried, got pride in this
All my life I'd hide, I stayed inside for this