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Logic( Sir Robert Bryson Hall II )



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Logic( Sir Robert Bryson Hall II )

Under Pressure

Work so fucking much, my greatest fear is Imma die alone

Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone

People calling me, asking me for money, man

The only thing Imma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone


Flashbacks of a youngin' sipping that purple Kool Aid

Skipping school with my homies and chiefing reefer for two days

Running from the law, living how I'm living, fuck 'em all

Bumping Triple Six

Hennessy in my cup, driving through the sticks

Who the bitch, riding with me?

Man, the devil tryna get me

Motivated, undereducated, and hated

But finally getting cake like a happy belated

Bitch I made it, we on

Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it, write it, record it, mix it, master it, press it up, unveil it

Feel like I've been waiting forever, forever to inherit

This is war, I declare it

Time is money, I can't spare it

Futuristic, so simplistic

Please decipher my linguistics

Slow it down, Robitussin

I'm the king, ain't no discussion

And now we blowing up like spontaneous human combustion

My consumption is the illest

Section eight, I know you feel this

On the come up, where they run up on you for nothing at all

Brighter than eleven suns, this the first, where my funds?

EBT, that's the card

I thank God, I thank God, but it's hard, but it's hard


Work so fucking much, my greatest fear is Imma die alone

Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone

People calling me, asking me for money, man

The only thing Imma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone


God damn, god damn, we at it again

Me and my homies that know me blowing up like the Taliban

Yeah, my stress up, but I'm blessed up

Fuck around and get messed up

When I murder the rhyme, I'm living divine

You know that I'm one of a kind

Lemme get it right now, ho

Draped up and I'm dripped out

Right now, ho

Caked up 'til I cash out
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And I got em all wondering how, so

On the down low, haters drown slow

On the down low, haters drown slow

Oh God, my God, we got it all right

Oh God, my God, we gotta get it right

These fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right?

I said these fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right?

Tell me that they love me, know damn well that they don't give a fuck

I be on that finger flipping killing shit up in the cut, that's what's up

All these bitches out here tryna gas it up

This is everything I ever wanted, I can't pass it up

Life changed in a year, couldn't happen fast enough

'Can I do it like you do it?' That's what they be asking us

White benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up

Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting up

Live it up, hold on to your dream, don't ever give it up

Finally had my share of success, and shit, I can't get enough

Now they know my name through the nation

Cause my single like that good shit, man, always in rotation

Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations

Stacking profit on profit, from this music I'm making

Even Jesus had haters, so when you feeling forsaken

Tell 'em jealous Judas is who this is, and man, that'll break 'em

And Bitch I'm still the same

Dash of auto tune so y'all can feel the pain

Broke as fuck, back in that basement, not a dollar to my name

Chasing fame, chasing glory, 'til the day we make a story

Positive that life ain't mine, bitch you can take that shit to Maury


Work so fucking much, my greatest fear is Imma die alone

Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone

People calling me, asking me for money, man

The only thing Imma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone


(Hello, no one is available to take your call)


I been working hard, I been searching for God

I been working hard, I been searching for God

Please leave a message after the tone

Little brother, this is your sister, you're busy, I getcha

But I insist you call me back cause I miss you

I wish you well

Well, I wish you would call

Cause lately you feel like I'm just not your sister at all, all...