The Neighbourhood – Softcore Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Even when I’m used for a long time
You get me through every dark night
I’m always gone, out on the go
I’m on the run and you’re home alone
I’m too consumed with my own life
[Pre-Chorus]
Are we too young for this? Feels like I can’t move
[Chorus]
Sharing my heart
It’s tearing me apart
But I know I’d miss you, baby, if I left right now
Doing what I can, tryna be a man
And every time I kiss you, baby
I can hear the sound of breaking down
[Verse 2]
I’ve been confused as of late (yeah)
Watching my youth slip away (yeah)
You’re like the sun, you make me young
But you drain me out if I get too much
I might need you or I’ll break
[Pre-Chorus]
Are we too young for this? Feels like I can’t move
[Chorus]
Sharing my heart
It’s tearing me apart
But I know I’d miss you, baby, if I left right now
Doing what I can, tryna be a man
And every time I kiss you, baby
I can hear the sound of breaking down
[Bridge]
I don’t want to play this part
But I do, I feel young
I don’t want to make this hard
But now I will ’cause I’m still
[Chorus]
Sharing my heart
It’s tearing me apart
But I know I’d miss you, baby, if I left right now
Doing what I can, tryna be a man (be your man)
And every time I kiss you, baby
I can hear the sound of breaking down
[Outro]
Sharing my bed, uh
Sharing my bread, yeah
Sharing my bread
Sharing my head
(I’m breaking down)
Sharing my heart
Sharing my, sharing my
(Breaking down)
Sharing my mind
Sharing my life

Logic – State of Emergency Lyrics

It’s a trap
Bring it right back, I do it all ’cause I like that
You can’t put me in a box, my talent put me in the mansion
Rap without Logic’s like the game with no expansion
Answer, damn I’m feelin’ handsome
I ain’t in the club throwin’ dollars, I’m at GameStop
‘Member used to sell trees on the same block
I went platinum and double platinum then triple platinum
From rappin’, I’m snappin’, I’m snappin’
They wonder what happened
They was hatin’ on me now they clappin’ like yeah, yeah
Bobby got the Grammy this year
Call me Nostradamus, not cocky, I’m honest, well to be honest
I spit the finest of flows, I count cash, you count hoes
You’ll never get, that’s why your shit is counterfeit
This that Reasonable Doubt shit, Jay in his prime
This a state of emergency, now sound the alarm
I’m comin’ for your neck but first I’ma slice off the arm
Of anybody who ever try to bite the hand that fed ’em
I’m too powerful, try to double-cross me and I dead ’em
Kill ’em with kindness, you too weak like 7 x 2
So show some respect when this muscle comes through, woo Goddamn right
No, that ain’t a rapper flex
I just gotta let ’em know that money don’t mean shit without self-respect
Built myself an empire
You can have rap, I’ma set the whole wide world on fire
Rattpack, that’s a fact
How you go from Bobby Tarantino to the boom bap? [Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
2 Chainz
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Okay, I think these niggas is tryin’ me
The irony, I used to iron jeans that had the heavy crease
You know my destiny is somewhere over the catastrophe
You know your majesty
You don’t smoke strong, that’s muscle atrophy
That’s such a tragedy
I see murder like it’s Master P
Drug dealin’ academy, summa cum laude
I made A’s, rarely made a B
Watch in 1080P, cost 80 apiece
I need 80G, verses ADD (tell ’em)
It was me versus the APD (APD)
‘Cause they know I’m ballin’ hard like the ACC
I ride this beat like an ATV
To see me you need HDTV
Bein’ broke is like an allergy
[Verse 2: Logic]
Ballin’ with my homies now
Everybody know me now
But they don’t really know me now
Yeah, this shit is real life
Haters talk shit, but deep down still wonder what it feel like
Yeah, you know I am right
I just signed a 30 million dollar deal
How that feel?

Logic – Midnight Lyrics

Fuck around and bomb a hater
My flow greater, heart darker than Darth Vader
Check the data, matter of fact check the state of mind
After I’m finished, these rappers ain’t in a state to rhyme
Straight to your mind now
Feel this shit like it’s some Braille
Way too heavy for the scale
All I know about is bars like I couldn’t make the bail
It ain’t never room to fail
Only growing and prevail
When my anxiety rise and I feel like I’m in hell
Take a moment and inhale
Count to five then exhale
Then we run that motherfucker like a marathon
Hits, motherfucker, hits, yeah we ’bout that Barry Bonds
Brace yourself, you can’t retain me
All that shit you talkin’ out your mouth just won’t sustain me
Logic pickin’ up the slack like denim
Spit it with venom
Never pretend to be somethin’ that I’m not
And you ain’t shit when you stand next to me
No kiddin’ like vasectomy
Step to me, throw disrespect to me and I’ll rearrange your trajectory
Black and white like a piano and I am proud to be
And fuck whoever tell me that I’m not allowed to be
I am me, I’m a man
Can I live? [Part I]
[Intro]
Everybody know I be
Everybody know I be (yeah)
Yeah
[Chorus 1]
Everybody know I be, in the club VIP (sike not me)
Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine
I’ma give her that D
Out with the homies, I be
Sippin’ on somethin’, oh shit, I might need an IV
Permanently, permanently
Ayy, goddamn these bitches is thirsty
They see a rapper but they ignore the band
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout musicians you stupid bitch
Talkin’ about what’s on my hand
Bitch I been addin’ it for a minute
This all been a part of my plan
Sold millions of records before the radio
Damn, it feel good to be the man
[Chorus 1]
Ayy, everybody know I be, in the club VIP (sike not me)
Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine
I’ma give her that D
Out with the homies, I be
Sippin’ on somethin’, oh shit, I might need an IV
Permanently, permanently
Goddamn these bitches is thirsty
They see a rapper but they ignore the band
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout musicians you stupid bitch
Talkin’ about what’s on my hand
Bitch I been addin’ it for a minute
This all been a part of my plan
Sold millions of records before the radio
Damn, it feel good to be the man
[Chorus 2]
Everybody know I be, in the club VIP (sike not me)
Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine
I’ma give her that D
Out with the homies, I be
Sippin’ on somethin’, oh shit, I might need an IV
Permanently, permanently
[Part II]
[Chorus 3]
Oh no Bobby, don’t do ’em like that
You gon’ fuck around and leave ’em ruined like that
RattPack the gang, they all on my back
RattPack the gang, we do it like that
No, don’t do ’em like that
You gon’ fuck around and leave ’em ruined like that
RattPack the gang, they all on my back
RattPack the gang, we do it like that
[Verse]
The illest that bring it the realest
Bitch, I came to kill this
They can never bear me just the homies and me
Now we the Grammy family
You made a couple million, that’s it, it’s gross
My net is 30, my record clean, my flow is dirty
Right, real G’s move in silence like
Who the common denominator? Goddamn
Yeah, I guess this shit right here is just all a part of the plan
Haters gon’ hate, that’s the motherfuckin’ sayin’
So much plaque on my wall I need a dentist
From Maryland to Venice, this shit is worldwide
Step up to the mic and it’s a homicide
[Chorus 3]
Oh no Bobby, don’t do ’em like that
You gon’ fuck around and leave ’em ruined like that
RattPack the gang, they all on my back
RattPack the gang, we do it like that
No, don’t do ’em like that
You gon’ fuck around and leave ’em ruined like that
RattPack the gang, they all on my back
RattPack the gang, we do it like that

Logic – Indica Badu Lyrics

[Intro: Logic]
Yeah, yeah
This that J Dilla right here
Badu, Indica Badu
Yeah, that’s right
[Verse 1: Logic]
Riding ’round the city with my homies blowing trees
Wavy like the seven seas
Living life, let me get it right
Let me give it a minute to get up in it like a beautiful independent woman finna’ make you wait to smash
Come now let me count this cash
Come now let me set this flash
Pockets fat like shorty ass
Jump in the whip gotta get this gas
Put that shit in drive, up live like ammunition
No permission needed
I proceeded to accelerate
Had days with hella’ hate
But gotta let that anger migrate
All this shit that’s on my plate
That food for thought that can’t be bought
But only taught and on the real know
[Chorus: Logic]
I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Nigga like we smoking all weekend
And I roll and smoke when I’m drinkin’
Tell them open that dope but don’t peek in
We be havin’ a OG Kush meetin’
If we smokin’ that dope it’s a reason
I sell love from the chiefin’
I be getting high when I wake up
And roll me one more ‘fore I’m sleeping
Man I be smoking so good that I be forgetting the past
It don’t even come to my house if it ain’t wrapped up in a turkey bag
We roll up the herb and laugh
Kick back, blowing zip
Take it on a plane, know I smoke the same when I’m on a trip
Niggas like me always got weed on ’em
Try to tell me that she don’t smoke later on she joinin’
Ain’t no point, no I’m back, keep going in
You been rolling with cats, you boring
I be bringing them stacks enormous
Section always in the back important
Bad bitch gorgeous, pack imported
[Chorus: Logic]
I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher
[Verse 3: Logic]
Uh
Yeah I’m finna get up in the feeling
Independent feeling like a boss
Roll a little something, smoke a little smoothing
Kick back and then floss
Chiefin’ that Indica in the cut
Tell my anxiety to get lost
Fuck a pill, only numb the pain
You know how much that shit cost? I ain’t talking ’bout your pocket, no I am only talking about the mind
When the cannabis combine with the brain it be like everything you seen you seen the shine
Smoking that golden state, everything going great
Got a lot on my plate
Lotta city of complaints
Stacking money in the bank
This that RATTPACK and that Taylor Gang
They know the face and they know the name
I’m a married man with a bad wife
Never fuck around unless it’s Mary Jane
Come play the game
Honestly never the same
Just like my flow, got one for every occasion
Living the life so my life is amazing
[Chorus: Logic]
I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, ignite it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, ignite it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher
[Outro: Logic]
Yeah
And if you don’t know by now, I smoke weed
Hahahahhahaha
How Wiz gonna give me the verse
He ain’t gonna give me the laugh though
Hahaha
That shit iconic
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Indica Badu

Logic – BoomTrap Protocol Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Let me get up in this bitch like “What’s good, ho?”
Grippin’ this grain, I spit to release the pain
Pimpin’ ain’t a thang, what’s good
Hold up let me get it right
I been contemplating life
I been grindin’ on a fight
I been writin’ on a flight
Roll up on ’em like that Backwood
Better act good or get smacked good
I’m just tryna live life
I’m just tryna get right
Anybody got advice
I know I’m a workaholic but everybody gotta vice
I leave ’em diminished
And I do not know if you know that I am so
Ahead of my time that my whole motherfuckin’ discography’s already finished
The greatest alive, bitch I been it
Now go on your business can I get a witness
Been smoking and drinking a little bit
This level’s to the litness
[Pre-Chorus]
Pull up with that new-new in the driveway
So fast I double park that bitch sideways
When it comes to life I do it my way
Smoked out 180 on the highway
Yeah I’m sitting shotgun
Gotta let my shorty drive
I’m so alive, leave that pussy crucified
[Chorus]
It’s just you and I
You know it’s do or die
It’s just you and I
Girl you know it’s do or die (Made this shit right here for any season)
Do or die (Everybody know that it’s the reason)
It’s do or die (Made this shit right here for any season)
It’s do or die (Everybody know that it’s the reason)
This that right here do or die (Made this shit right here for any season)
(Everybody know that it’s the reason)
It’s do or die (Made this shit right here for any season)
(Everybody know that it’s the reason)
[Verse 2]
Hold up wait a minute bring it right back
Mix that real with that turn up call it BoomTrap
I ain’t heard no shit like this in so long
I don’t know how this right here could go wrong
This is my theme song, me and my team song
I got millions in the bank because my dream’s strong
I don’t sip the syrup, I got friends to lean on
But I get my green on, yes I get my green on
Pull up in this bitch and smoke a O
Like Woah, goddamn, yeah that boy he been on the low
About to blow, about to show
About to show ’em, I don’t know ’em
I don’t know ’em, no I don’t know ’em
I don’t know, I don’t
I vibe with ’em, I ride with ’em
If they down with me you know I die with ’em
[Pre-Chorus]
Pull up with that new-new in the driveway
So fast I double park that bitch sideways
When it comes to life I do it my way
Smoked out 180 on the highway
Yeah I’m sitting shotgun
Gotta let my shorty drive
I’m so alive, leave that pussy crucified
[Chorus]
It’s just you and I
You know it’s do or die
It’s just you and I
Girl you know it’s do or die (Made this shit right here for any season)
Do or die (Everybody know that it’s the reason)
It’s do or die (Made this shit right here for any season)
It’s do or die (Everybody know that it’s the reason)
This that right here do or die (Made this shit right here for any season)
(Everybody know that it’s the reason)
It’s do or die (Made this shit right here for any season)
(Everybody know that it’s the reason)

Logic – Contra Lyrics

I know that they’re showin’ up (know that they’re showin’ up)
Only come around and fuck with me when the boy winnin’
No, you do not know enough (you do not, you do not, you do not)
You do not know a thing about this life that I’m livin’
You’ve never been low enough (never been low enough)
Yeah I was born at the bottom, everything I’m given now (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Let that bitch breathe
Most of these people can’t never ever comprehend all the shit that I’ve seen
I am polite than a mothafucka, but when I grip that mic I get mean
Come now, you know what I mean
Pepe done got the boy lean
Yeah you could doubt me, say what you want ’bout me
But I am a rappin’ machine
I do this shit for the team
Shit for the squad, I’m livin’ the dream
Yes I am livin’ the dream, hold up, wait up
Just can’t believe
Just can’t believe that my swag is on another level
Yeah, I keep it G
Matter of fact, I keep it, I keep it, I keep it, I keep it M
Turn that shit upside down, now it’s a W
No, no, ain’t nobody fuckin’ with him
Don’t matter who come stand next to me
Once I’m surrounded ain’t nobody fuckin’ with them
I am the best of the best of the best
Of the best of the best of the best like Men In Black
Greatest alive, bitch, I’ve been that
If you don’t agree, you’ll get kidnapped
Bitch slapped, thrown back like woo
[Refrain]
Yeah, get it like, get it like, get it like, get it like me, nah
Handout, palm up, you cannot get this shit here for free, nah
Bobby done put in that work, you gon’ pay me a fee, nah
I said Bobby been livin’ that life and you know, I said…
[Chorus]
Bitch, I’ve been blowin’ up (bitch I’ve been blowin’ up)
Everyone showin’ up, where was you in the beginnin’? [Intro]
Yeah, yeah
The tunes on here? I know that they’re showin’ up (know that they’re showin’ up)
Only come around and fuck with me when the boy winnin’
No, you do not know enough (you do not, you do not, you do not)
You do not know a thing about this life that I’m livin’
You’ve never been low enough (never been low enough)
Yeah I was born at the bottom, everything I’m given now (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I’ve been blowin’ up (bitch I’ve been blowin’ up)
Everyone showin’ up, where was you in the beginnin’? I know that they’re showin’ up (know that they’re showin’ up)
Only come around and fuck with me when the boy winnin’
No, you do not know enough (you do not, you do not, you do not)
You do not know a thing about this life that I’m livin’
You’ve never been low enough (never been low enough)
Yeah I was born at the bottom
Everything I’m given now (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I’ve been blowin’ up (bitch, I’ve been blowin’ up)
Everyone showin’ up, where was you in the beginnin’? I know that they’re showin’ up (know that they’re showin’ up)
Only come around and fuck with me when the boy winnin’
No, you do not know enough (you do not, you do not, you do not)
You do not know a thing about this life that I’m livin’
You’ve never been low enough (never been low enough)
Yeah I was born at the bottom, everything I’m given now (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I’ve been blowin’ up (bitch I’ve been blowin’ up)
Everyone showin’ up, where was you in the beginnin’? I know that they’re showin’ up (know that they’re showin’ up)
Only come around and fuck with me when the boy winnin’
No, you do not know enough (you do not, you do not, you do not)
You do not know a thing about this life that I’m livin’
You’ve never been low enough (never been low)
Yeah I was born at the bottom, everything I’m given now (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Bobby, tell me who really ’bout it
Bitch, I got it, not a single person work harder than Bobby
Just wrote a novel, starrin’ in a movie
Built another business while you at the party
Ain’t one to flex, but yeah I’m finna flex
I just parked that new i8 right next to the Audi
Copped that G-Wagon right there for my shawty
Yeah, now they know the name, yeah, they know Bobby
[Refrain]
Yeah, get it like, get it like, get it like, get it like me, nah
Handout, palm up, you cannot get this shit here for free, nah
Bobby done put in that work, you gon’ pay me a fee, nah
I said Bobby been livin’ that life and you know, I said…
[Chorus]
Bitch, I’ve been blowin’ up (bitch I’ve been blowin’ up)
Everyone showin’ up, where was you in the beginnin’? I know that they’re showin’ up (know that they’re showin’ up)
Only come around and fuck with me when the boy winnin’
No, you do not know enough (you do not, you do not, you do not)
You do not know a thing about this life that I’m livin’
You’ve never been low enough (never been low enough)
Yeah I was born at the bottom, everything I’m given now (yeah, yeah, yeah) That shit sounds good
Let’s go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Bitch, I’ve been blowin’ up (bitch, I’ve been blowin’ up)
Everyone showin’ up, where was you in the beginnin’?

Logic – Wassup Lyrics

I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like
I’m like Wassup hoe? Oh no! Who let ’em in? What you know about? [Chorus: Logic]
I’m like Wassup hoe? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like
I’m like Wassup hoe? Where you been? I got so much in the bank
That I just called my lawyer to work on my will
Hold up, wait a second, chill
Hold up, wait a second, chill
Ugh, I’m into Maryland, DC, Virginia
Where J. Who let ’em in? Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like
[Verse 2: Logic]
I’m finna tell it like it is
Game in a headlock like Stizz
Everybody know the deal
Yeah that boy, he keep it real
Higher than ever with no pill
I just updated my old deal
Told Def Jam no less than 20 mil’ And they cut that shit
Yeah, I been at it like “Wassup, bitch”
Put ya’ favorite rapper deep in a ditch
Ya’ favorite producer get murdered by 6ix
We touring the world from Japan to the six
Tryna get paid in full
Call me Syre, like Jaden, fool
Yeah, that’s the power of will (Woo!)
Yeah, that’s the power I feel! Where you been? Oh no! Who let ’em in? Who let ’em in? Where you been? What you know about? Cole he needed a ‘Ville
Don’t do this shit for the thrill
Ugh, I am coming for the kill
Tell me how you want it
Got the pedal to the metal
I’m a gunner like a semi-automatic
I’m bringin’ the static
I had it, I had to get a unhooked like an addict
And yeah, I’m glad that it went through the way it did
Never thought the radio would play the kid
They never care, till you make it big
Now they say triple platinum
Finger fuck the people said that never would happen
Came a long way from the trap
Where they was cookin’ up crack
I’m still here Rattpack, keep it real here
Big boy money, Uncle Phil here
Only “Fresh Prints” in my pocket
I came from nothin’ no hater can stop it
Only the illest
You know that I got it
Sound of the Logic
[Chorus: Logic]
I’m like Wassup hoe? Oh no! What you know about? Oh no! Who let ’em in? So blessed I might just make a whole gospel album
Perform at Sun Daze, till it’s time to rapture
Sean Don and Logic, instant classic
[Chorus: Logic]
I’m like Wassup hoe? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like Where you been? What you know about? Oh no! None! Where you been? What you know about? What you know about? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Bitch I’m the one I consistently prove
I stuck to the code like a finishing move
I hit a groove, that they can’t undo
And over the years all I did was improve (All I did)
Don Life, toss dice
On on my off night, I left the doubts and now I’m alright
I’m a new me, they haven’t seen this shit
Like Vader wearing all white
Like I detonate
You hold it down, I levitate
I like a woman that’s all-natural
I give her good energy and let it reciprocate
A young nigga that’s tryna innovate
As many ways as Em and Jay did Renegade
You niggas hold up, don’t get no closer
I try and told ya’ bitch, we the closest
High powers chose us, we never froze up
You lucky if you get to see us close up (Straight)
‘Cause people depending on me like (Ugh)
Tryna put a hit out on me, nah (Ugh)
How many times that shit went? Where you been? Oh no! I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like
I’m like Wassup hoe?

Logic – Warm It Up Lyrics

(aye!)
Yeah, y’all don’t really know where I come from (come now)
Talkin’ that shit, I’ma come for ’em (what’s good?)
Tell me what you really know about me right now
Anything I want, I get it somehow
[Outro]
You
You, you
You
You, you, you, you, you
You, you
You
You
You, you, you, you, you
You
You, you, you, you, you
You, you
You
You
You, you, you, you, you Listen, yeah—I’m visualizing the realism of life in actuality
Sense in me, fatality, yeah, this shit is my galaxy
I am who the baddest be
I’d rather be at academia
Killers, I’m be glad to be me
Magnify the shit like bifocal
Motherfuckers talk on the Internet
But in person they never vocal
Come to the hood and fuck you up if you prefer to be local
I’m local from Noho to Soho
Getting Gs like I’m Frodo, you know, hoe, I’m–
Blessed like Sunday, flyer than a runway
Lil’ Bobby never second-guessed that he gon’ make it one day
One–way or another, my brother, word to your mother
They should give me a badge ’cause I’m always under covers
Goddamn! (aye!)
Yeah, y’all don’t really know where I come from (come now)
Talkin’ that shit, I’ma come for ’em (what’s good?)
Tell me what you really know about me right now
Anything I want, I get it somehow
[Verse 2]
Fuck that trap shit, this that rap shit
Give me the hand like John the Baptist
Ready to rip it, I hope in the captives
Greatest alive like I’m Cassius
I put ’em all in they caskets, they can’t see me get past it
I’m a bastard that mastered the flow
And none of y’all ready for this massacre, though
Fuck with Logic—yeah, that’s a no
Matter of fact, it’s not impossible, just highly improbable
Like, saying the police isn’t robbable
But I’m liable to walk up in the station in blue face
Like, “fuck the police!” Blue lives ain’t a race
Fuck whoever said this rap shit was never a race
This shit a marathon
Murder you motherfuckers and carry on
Claimin’ that you really ’bout this shit
You got your Jim Carrey on Liar Liar
I might crucify ya’
Number one ’til I die, will never retire
I am the messiah, I am the god of this shit
This is how we do it—yeah, I started this shit
Yes, I started this shit like–
[Chorus]
Fuck that rap shit, this that trap shit (Bobby!)
This world is my contraption (Bobby!)
I was born and raised in the trap, son (Bobby!)
Talk shit, get kidnapped, son (Bobby!)
I don’t really know why I rap, son (aye!)
Money in the bank, yeah, I got some (aye!)
Couple sports cars, yeah, I bought some (aye!)
Logic never flex, Bobby get it done! You know I get, I get it, I get it, I get it
The Young Sinatra spit it, rewind it, and rip it
I could murder your whole album with a 30-second snippet
Pass the Mary Jane like I’m runnin’ a train with Peter Parker
Until I have more sex in the city than Sarah Jessica Parker
The deeper and deeper I go, it get darker
They say they want the old me, they want the Young Sinatra back
The one that murder it, rip it up, no, never givin’ up on the almanac
Yeah, I’m all of that, fall back, like September again
Baskin’ these rappers so hard they won’t remember again
When it comes to hip-hop, bitch, I’m indigenous to this
It’s apparent I’m bearin’ down like a parent
When the beef is at stake, I’m Astros
My god-level lyricism surpass flows, I’m much more than fast flows
Money, talk, cash, hoes, greatest of levels–I’ve past those
[Chorus]
Fuck that rap shit, this that trap shit (Bobby!)
This world is my contraption (Bobby!)
I was born and raised in the trap, son (Bobby!)
Talk shit, get kidnapped, son (Bobby!)
I don’t really know why I rap, son (aye!)
Money in the bank, yeah, I got some (aye!)
Couple sports cars, yeah, I bought some (aye!)
Logic never flex, Bobby get it done! I’m a miraculous man! [Intro]
Warm it up, warm it up
Warm it up, warm it up, warm it up
Warm it up, warm it up
Warm it up, warm it up, warm it up
[Verse 1]
It’s that Young Sinatra shit
Yeah, this that Young Sinatra shit
Shut the fuck up and listen whenever Young Sinatra spit
Yeah, your girl fine as hell
But she a Young Sinatra chick
Hey Bobby, how can you tell? She on the Young Sinatra dick
All these rappers wack as fuck
Make the Young Sinatra sick
RattPack be the squad, that’s that Young Sinatra clique
Goddamn, said this the Young Sinatra clique, goddamn!

Logic – Yuck Lyrics

[Intro]
My name is Paul Rothenberg, attorney of law
And I hereby ratify and confirm that Logic is motherfucking paid
[Chorus]
Can’t nothing stop me, I’m on a roll
Always on time ’cause my eyes is on my Rollie-olex
I don’t trust nobody, oh no (no, no, no!)
I don’t trust nobody, put my homies on the payroll
Fuck with me now or you’ll never know (never know!)
If you weren’t with me, in the beginning, you get no love
My name Bobby Tarantino (Tarantino!)
Logic ain’t here right now, leave a message if you want, hoe
[Verse]
Hold bring it back, uh, I’ma call you back, uh
Too busy countin’ stacks, uh, pickin’ up the slack (slack!)
I was born in the trap (trap!), chains on, cooked crack
Logic never wanna flex, but Bobby finna bring the facts
Put my city on the map, fuck with the gang get attacked
It ain’t a thing, RattPack, nobody know about that
Bitch, I been gunnin’, comin’ for the throne and I know that they talking, can’t fuck with the tone
Talkin’ shit ’bout Logic, I never respond
I’ll let success talk, ’cause a word of advice:
More achievements for yourself and less talk
Cats beef with Logic, yeah, they prayin’ I respond
If I ever did I dead you in this game with no respawn
Peace, Love, and Positivity that’s all I want with you
But you push the issue ’cause I give you more press than your publicist could ever get you
Hell nah, fuck rap, fuck beef, anyone that hate me, I wish you success
I wish you look in the mirror and ask yourself why you surpressed
If feelings of self-hatred that you wan’ project on me
Bet if I never picked up the mic then we might be homies
But you jealous, you look at my life and you feel envy
Constantly comparing yourself to me and feel empty
Most people that don’t fuck with me ain’t ever shook my hand
I’m a good man, yeah, I love myself
I know who I am, yeah, I love myself
They don’t understand, but no matter what happen you know that–
[Chorus]
Can’t nothing stop me, I’m on a roll
Always on time ’cause my eyes is on my Rollie-olex
I don’t trust nobody, oh no (no, no, no!)
I don’t trust nobody, put my homies on the payroll
Fuck with me now or you’ll never know (never know!)
If you weren’t with me in the beginning you get no love
My name Bobby Tarantino (Tarantino!)
Logic ain’t here right now, leave a message if you want, hoe
[Outro]
Hi! It’s Elton John calling you, um. I hope you don’t mind me getting you on your mobile–or not getting on your mobile, but I was just, uh–congratulating you first of all on your performance at the Grammys and then I was asking you–I was gonna ask you if you’d like to do something for me, and I will ring you back later and see–and talk about it, thanks! It’s uh–Logic, hi, sorry.

The Neighbourhood – Too Serious Lyrics

‘Cause
[Chorus]
Now I feel like I’m broken
Now I feel like I’m choking
How I wish I was joking with you
[Bridge]
I’m way too serious
But I’ve always been that way
Too serious
I never found time to play
And now, it’s bringing me down
It’s bringing you down too
Way too serious, I’m way too serious
You know, you know, you know
[Chorus]
Now I feel like I’m broken
Now I feel like I’m choking
How I wish I was joking with you [Verse 1]
If I could change your mind
Then I would for sure, no doubt
If I could take back time
Then I would reverse it now
I never asked to be here
But it ended up that way
When I look in the mirror
I can see you stare at me, mhm
[Chorus]
Now I feel like I’m broken
Now I feel like I’m choking
How I wish I was joking with you
[Verse 2]
If I could laugh through more
I know that it’d be good for me
It’s such a task to ignore
All the things that they try to feed me
Every day, no escape
So much faith
Where’s the shame? Will this chain ever break?

The Neighbourhood – Flowers Lyrics

[Chorus]
Every day you want me to make
Something I hate all for your sake
I’m such a fake, I’m just a doll
I’m a rip-off and it turns you on
[Verse]
Put on your clothes
Then I polish my toes
Then I powder my nose
In case you get close (get too close, baby)
Knock on your door
Then I put on a show
Then I gave you the floor
And you just froze
[Chorus]
Every day you want me to make
Something I hate all for your sake
I’m such a fake, I’m just a doll
I’m a rip-off and it turns you on
[Post-Chorus]
And it turns you on
And it turns you on
And it turns you on
[Bridge]
Someone has to do it (do it)
So I guess I will (me)
You want more than flowers
And I, I can be your fling
I can be your fling
I can be your fling (can I be yours?)
I can be your boy
[Outro]
And it turns you on
And it turns you on
And it turns you on
And it turns you on

Lil Yachty – love me forever Lyrics

[Intro]
Hit ’em with the jab
Buddah Bless this beat
[Chorus]
Love me today
Love me forever
Ride with me, bae
Ridin’ forever
Love me today
Love me forever
Love me to day, love me today, love me today
Love me forever
Ride with me, bae
Ridin’ forever
Love me today, love me today
Will you love me today? Make you fall in love by the time you gone
I’m not tryna play wit’ you, baby, I’m too grown
Gettin’ too much guap
Put diamonds in your watch
Baby girl, you look good in that hotel top
Drop the top on the coupe and do donuts in the lot
Hold it down for me
Baby, watch my back, these niggas plottin’ on me
Both of us are bosses, that’s why you ride with me
[Chorus]
Love me today
Love me forever
Ride with me, bae
Ridin’ forever
Love me to today
Love me forever
Love me to today, love me to today, love me to today
Love me forever
Ride with me, bae
Ridin’ forever
Love me today, love me today
Will you love me today? Love me forever Love me forever
[Verse]
What type of time you want?

Lil Yachty – SELF MADE Lyrics

[Intro: Producer Tag]
Ch-Charlie Shuffler
[Hook]
Made it out my momma crib, then bought my moms a crib (uh)
Bought myself a chain, kept it short ’cause I ain’t Jibbs (uh)
She gon’ let me fuck, she like that “Lil Boat” adlib (Lil Boat!)
And we at Liv (uh), later I’m in her ribs (uh)
I know she your bitch but I’m up first ’cause I called dibs (uh)
Niggas hate on me because I live the way I do (yo)
Hatin’ on a nigga, ain’t gon’ make a better you
Self-made nigga with a self-made crew (yeah)
[Verse]
Take my bitch from D.R. to Peru (uh)
And I’ll take my gang from the county to the moon (uh)
I promise I be ballin’ ’till it’s 2080 in June (yo)
I’ma keep rocking these chains while they keep callin’ me “coon” (uh)
And she ride dick like a broom (uh)
And I drop tops like it’s June’ (yo)
And you keep askin’ “When we gon’ do a song?”
I’ma keep tellin’ you “Soon” (yo)
Big rocks on my wrist, might see a fish dog, it’s real water (Lil Boat!)
Niggas better hide they daughter (uh)
Real raptor, Vince Carter (yo)
[Hook]
Made it out my momma crib, then bought my moms a crib (uh)
Bought myself a chain, kept it short ’cause I ain’t Jibbs (uh)
She gon’ let me fuck, she like that “Lil Boat” adlib (Lil Boat!)
And we at Liv (uh), later I’m in her ribs (uh)
I know she your bitch but I’m up first ’cause I called dibs (uh)
Niggas hate on me because I live the way I do (yo)
Hatin’ on a nigga, ain’t gon’ make a better you
Self-made nigga with a self-made crew (yeah)

YFN Lucci – All I Know Lyrics

(uhh)
You caught a body and you told, they lettin’ rat eat, niggas
I get a whole lotta dough, I can feed 10 fat niggas
I got the drop from ya hoe, you could’ve been wacked nigga (Uhh)
[Chorus]
Swear all I know I get it, plus I’ll never fold
Pops taught me how to flip it a long time ago
Any thing worth sellin’, I can get it sold
Any thing worth tellin’, I’ma let ’em know
All I know it get it, it keep my blood flowin’
Yeah, if it’s about a dollar, you know I’m damn goin’
These niggas don’t know about problem til that money come
These niggas don’t want no violence, they know how we come
[Verse 2]
Aye, what’s yo motivation? [Intro]
We been seein’ a whole lotta of paper lately, you know, real hustler
You know if the money don’t move, I’ma go get it and make that shit move myself, you know
Fly shit, nigga
[Chorus]
Swear all I know I get it, plus I’ll never fold
Pops taught me how to flip it a long time ago
Any thing worth sellin’, I can get it sold
Any thing worth tellin’, I’ma let ’em know
All I know it get it, it keep my blood flowin’
Yeah, if it’s about a dollar, you know I’m damn goin’
These niggas don’t know about problem til that money come
These niggas don’t want no violence, they know how we come
[Verse 1]
Jealousy, envy, and greed, all of ’em
They just sum a nigga don’t really need, around ’em
Act like you gone murder me, get found son (uhh)
They like a fish drownin’ under the water, shit sound dumb (uhh)
Play dumb, alotta of food on the table, say he great son
They like how a make a million with no education (hey)
I got some niggas locked up, they feel like Akon (heyyy)
Look, aye what’s your rap sheet, nigga? Seein’ niggas in that trap
Seein’ ganster toke that strap, seein’ my brothers in them shackles (yeah, yeah, heyyy)
I’m tryna put my hood on the map (yeahh)
It’s a cold world, but I gotta adapt
Every pistol loaded, my car fully loaded
All these scars but everything was worth it, God didn’t make me perfect
I work hard, can’t tell me I don’t deserve it, I’ma break the surface
Play with the God and we handin’ out hearses, to every single person
And that’s on my unborn, we took a whole lotta loses but we won some
It ain’t a thing in this world that I can’t conquer
If anything I’ma legend or king, yeah I’m one of ’em
[Chorus]
Swear all I know I get it, plus I’ll never fold
Pops taught me how to flip it a long time ago
Any thing worth sellin’, I can get it sold
Any thing worth tellin’, I’ma let ’em know
All I know it get it, it keep my blood flowin’
Yeah, if it’s about a dollar, you know I’m damn goin’
These niggas don’t know about problem til that money come
These niggas don’t want no violence, they know how we come

SAINt JHN – Albino Blue Lyrics

Man, I don’t even have an opinion
Well you gotta’ have an opinion
I mean, do you think that god came down from Heaven and stopped…
*gunshot*
What the fuck’s happenin’? [Chorus]
Whole lotta’ gang shit fucking going on
Bad bitch slidin’ on the pole in the dorm
I don’t wanna’ waste your fucking time, whatchu’ want? Niggas this is everything you ever fuckin’ want
Basic
Nigga thats your basic, porsche like a spaceship
Welcome to the Matrix
Liquor, can I taste? Niggas this is everything you ever fuckin’ want
Basic
Nigga thats your basic, porsche like a spaceship
Welcome to the Matrix
Liquor, can I taste? Niggas this is everything you ever fuckin’ want
Basic
Nigga thats your basic, porsche like a spaceship
Welcome to the Matrix
Liquor, can I taste? Jackson]
Marvin, what do you make of all this? [Intro: John Travolta, Phil LaMarr and Samuel L. Spill, a nigga wasted
This is just her basics, show me where her waist is
I might buy your cases
Ask me am i single, and nigga just erase it
You cannot erase, you can never chase this, you can never make this
Nigga [?] this, nigga who a [?]
[Verse 1]
I’m not with the fake shit, I don’t have the patience
I come from the basement, thats my motivation
No imagination, no exaggeration
I think like a German, but I move like a Asian, eyy
[Hook]
Nigga Flames got a fully automatic
Nigga Clinton got a fully automatic
Nigga Solo got a fully automatic
My advice: Don’t be too dramatic
[Chorus]
Whole lotta’ gang shit fucking going on
Bad bitch slidin’ on the pole in the dorm
I don’t wanna’ waste your fucking time, whatchu’ want? Spill, a nigga wasted
This is just her basics, show me where her waist is
I might buy your cases
Ask me am I single, and nigga just erase it
You can not erase, you can never chase this, you can never make this
Nigga [?] this, nigga who a [?], nigga only
[Outro]
Nigga’s on [?] everyday
Been at the trap-house [?] everyday
Nigga’s tryna’ get it every way Spill, a nigga wasted
This is just her basics, show me where her waist is
I might buy your cases
Ask me am i single, and nigga just erase it
You can not erase, you can never chase this, you can never make this
Nigga [?] this, nigga who a [?]
[Verse 2]
I don’t mean to be misogynistic
I don’t like the way you looking, when you wear your lipstick
I like how you dress, and with your dress
I might give you two of these, you can have the best
I am different when im pull up now
I am different when you see me up at up-and-down
When you ask me how my neck [burned out]
I might tell you, “Take it off, show me how it bounce”
[Hook]
Nigga Flames got a fully automatic
Nigga Clinton got a fully automatic
Nigga Solo got a fully automatic
My advice: Don’t be too dramatic
[Chorus]
Whole lotta’ gang shit fucking going on
Bad bitch slidin’ on the pole in the dorm
I don’t wanna’ waste your fucking time, whatchu’ want?