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[Intro:] |
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Ayo, shout out to Black Diamond |
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I got them Nikes on my feet as we speak, homie |
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Shout out to Mac... Miller |
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[Hook:] |
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All I do is rhyme, all I do is get this money |
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All I do is grind, play shows and chill with honeys |
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All I do is shine, tour the world, ain't it funny? |
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I'm one of a kind |
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[Verse 1:] |
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My name is Logic, if you don't know by now, I'm always on my grind |
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And at this moment in time, I'm on a roll when I write this rhyme |
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Sitting behind Raheem Devaughn while he's passed out |
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'Bout to hit the station 'fore our gas is out |
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Look outside the window, I see shorties with they asses out |
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Oh my, good God you know we fly |
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They dreaming out the window watch how buildings pass me by |
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See I ain't signed but at this point in time |
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I feel like the 3-6-8th |
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Wonder of the world, just might steal your girl |
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All I do is rhyme and get money, that's my repertoire |
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Holla at honeys, "Voulez-vous voucher avec moi, ce soir?" |
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Baby what's the deal, have you ever heard of some shit so real? |
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(Cudi what up?) It's going down, feeling like a millionaire |
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Riding with the top down, while the rest of the world just stare |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2:] |
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This is the joint that when you hear it you like, "That's my shit!" |
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Maybe at a house party while you getting lit |
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Or while you cruising round town riding in a whip |
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One thing's for sure, you better get all of your friends it |
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If a shorty like my music, then she a (bobbysoxer) |
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Got a booty, know how to use it, homie yes I rocks her |
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The second I jump on a stage, I'm rocking it, ain't nobody stopping it |
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Whoever goes on after me, I'm sorry, ain't topping it |
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It's going down, feeling like a millionaire |
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Riding with the top down, while the rest of the world just stare |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3:] |
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Ever since I was a youngin I knew I'd break in the game |
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While you worshipped other rappers that leave you less entertained |
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I was strategizing, before people the knew my name |
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Fame, but I sell it sane on the road to success |
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Bumping Jay in the H.O.V. lane |
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Searching for wisdom in women but only getting brain |
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Yo quiero dormir contigo mi amorcito |
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I know we fight, but that's poquito |
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Unless you do me foul like a free throw, then we're finito |