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Logic - Bobby Tarantino Album Lyrics



Logic - Bobby Tarantino Lyrics






illuminatro

[Reversed Speech:]
Is short
I am, ah
Currently on my
World tour
For The Incredible True Story
Uh, don't think too much into this shit man
Just have fun with it
It's that simple
It's crazy to think I'm currently on this tour
I'm working on two albums
The first of which that you will hear
Just know that
After this turn up shit, after this fun shit
Yo, man, you're in store for something special
Don't think too much man, just shut the f*ck up and enjoy it

[Singing:]
Ahhh bro
It's been a hell of a ride out
It's been a hell of a ride out
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Writer: ROBERT BRYSON HALL II
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC,






Flexicution

Yeah
I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Bitch I run the game y'all just commentate from the side
I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Everything I do you know I do it for the squad
I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Bitch I run the game y'all just commentate from the side
I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Everything I do you know I do it for the squad
I'm like

This-this-this-this-this the type of shit they said they really wanted
So I gave them this right here, now go get blunted
Check my last album all y'all know I run it
Flip the script just 'cause I couldn't f*cking stunt it
This-this-this-this-this the type of shit my life is all about
Check the Forbes list, you know I'm balling now
They say "Logic, you too humble boy, just let it out"
F*ck 'em all then, I'mma dead it now
Like oh, I think I know, I think I know
This flow, this super flow, out of control
Like woah, this shit like woah, I think I know
Like woah, like like woah, like like

Like this that flexicution
This is what the people say they wanted from the
Young boy, from the, from the, from the God
This that flexicution
This is what the people say they wanted
From the rap God, from the, from the, from the God

I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Bitch I run the game y'all just commentate from the side
I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Everything I do you know I do it for the squad
I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Bitch I run the game y'all just commentate from the side
I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Everything I do you know I do it for the squad
I'm like

Hold on let me bring it back
Everybody know I'm bringing the facts
And they wonder why I got it like that
'Cause I put everything right on the track
And you know I'mma f*ck around and let it go
I been living like woah I been living you already know
And these motherf*ckers wanna take up on every mistake
And I'm showing where I'm going
And I'm knowing what I'm doing
Intuition never switching
On a mission, motherf*cker why is you bitching?
Why is you bitching?
Like God damn I'm like (Oh God)
Hold up wait a minute they ain't ready for the hook
It's another day, another book
I feel like Indiana in Atlanta hotter than Havana
Coming with the stamina
Bitch put down your camera
And live in the moment
This shit right here everybody gon' want it
So what up with it?
Any and everybody talk about that boy changing
Y'all can just shut up with it 'cause I know
Ain't none of y'all getting the flow

Boy this that flexicution
This is what the people say they wanted from the
Young boy, from the, from the, from the God
This that flexicution
This is what the people say they wanted
From the rap God, from the, from the, from the God

I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Bitch I run the game y'all just commentate from the side
I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Everything I do you know I do it for the squad
I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Bitch I run the game y'all just commentate from the side
I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Everything I do you know I do it

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
It's been a hell of a ride up (It's been a hell of a ride up)
Hell of a ride up (It's been a hell of a ride up)
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
That I've been M.I.A, but I was tied up
'Til I heard you talking shit, now I'm fired up
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Writer: ROBERT BRYSON HALL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






The Jam

Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha!

What the f*ck you mean you ain't know my name?
Only thing I changed, I ain't got no change
Still me and my homies and we all the same
Still me and my homies, screamin', "f*ck the fame"
W-W-W-W-What the f*ck you mean you ain't know my name?
Only thing I changed, I ain't got no change
Still me and my homies and we all the same
Still me and my homies, screamin', "f*ck the fame"

Sellin' records on a major label
But I'm still movin' like I'm independent
Still respected like I'm independent
I'm just talkin' my shit so don't get offended
Bitch I been invented this real
Been the same since my deal
If you try to say that I'm changin'
Wait for the album, see how you feel
My third album, my Graduation like Kanye
Music on another level
Yeah, I'm tryna take this shit further beyond Ye
I just might f*ck around and drop this shit on 'em by surprise like I'm Beyoncé
Got a couple million in the bank right now but I want my zeros beyond Jay
Counting money like Rothenberg, VC
Paid a price to be me
Ain't it nice to be me, ain't it nice to be free?
Do what you want when you wanna do it
On the real, it ain't nothin' to it
Young man on his Alan Watts
In a bookstore with my pocket watch
Wifey, goin' hard with the squats
Life good so they take shots
That's childish, I hate shots
I've been at it, Rat Pack, get that shit tatted
F*ck with me on Snapchat
Talk shit and get clapped back
Only carry-on is my backpack
When I jetset like a war vet
What up

W-W-W-W-What the f*ck you mean you ain't know my name?
Only thing I changed, I ain't got no change
Still me and my homies and we all the same
Still me and my homies, screamin', "f*ck the fame"
W-W-W-W-What the f*ck you mean you ain't know my name?
Only thing I changed, I ain't got no change
Still me and my homies and we all the same
Still me and my homies, screamin', "f*ck the fame"

Everybody know I've been at it with this rap shit
F*ck around with this trap shit
But this next album is a wrap, shit
My third album, my Graduation like Kanye
Music on another level, yeah I'm tryna take this shit further beyond Ye
I just might f*ck around and drop this shit on 'em by surprise like I'm Beyoncé
Got a couple million in the bank right now but I want my zeros beyond Jay
I want my zeros beyond
I want my zeros beyond Jay
That shit they talkin' beyond fake
'Fact, him right now, he beyond fake
Uh, I'ma take a minute and get in it so you know I'm in it
This right here is my house, you the tenant
Everything that happens, I intend it
Every word that you hear, I invented
I've been living like a king
I ain't worried 'bout a thing
I've just been bumpin' that, this why your girl on a sling
That's the type of shit I bring
I'm doin' this for the fans, so they can turn up in my absence
Started a channel, already made a hundred grand off of AdSense
I ain't do it for the money though
I don't do it for the money though
Shout out to Kid Cudi though
That's the homie, you already know

W-W-W-W-What the f*ck you mean you ain't know my name?
Only thing I changed, I ain't got no change
Still me and my homies and we all the same
Still me and my homies, screamin', "f*ck the fame"
W-W-W-W-What the f*ck you mean you ain't know my name?
Only thing I changed, I ain't got no change
Still me and my homies and we all the same
Still me and my homies, screamin', "f*ck the fame"

I don't give a damn, I know who I am
Tell 'em, I don't give a damn, I know who I am
Yeah, they talkin', but I'm gettin' money for me and my fam'
This shit ain't that super deep
Nah this right here just the jam
This right here the jam
This right here just the jam
This shit right here, jam
This my jam
This shit here the jam

Five-O Triple-O
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Writer: ROBERT BRYSON HALL II
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Slave II

East side, west side, we ride, we die, everyone knows
Everyone knows, everyone knows
East side, west side, we ride, we die, everyone knows
Everyone knows, everyone knows

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
Ex you out, get solved with this... everybody know I...

I'm a slave
I'm a slave
You a slave
You a slave
I'm a slave for this shit
I'm a slave
You a slave
I'm a slave
You got to slave for this shit

Walk inside of Def Jam
Step on the president table and dap 'em up with the left hand
Cause I'm countin' money with the right
In a different city every night
And I'm sellin' records like it's white
It's another day, another flight
Paris in the morning, what elegant night
What a beautiful sight
Now tell me who be f*ckin' with me, alright?
Everybody know I'm livin' this life
Everyone know that I got the baddest wife
This shit right here, everybody gonna like
Hold up, I know, I know what I like
Tell me why everybody in the pipe
Cause I'm the only one doin' it right
I'm a Rap Genius like Rob Markman
Spent a couple of million on my new apartment
Down in Manhattan, that's a multi-million dollar view
And I got it from rappin'
Damn near everyone nabbin' on the boy, heh, shit
I'm not a mad rapper, but what?
I'm angrier than Kanye
Angrier than Kanye when he talkin' about clothes
That's a fashion line
And my last album went number one
So what that mean?
I did better than you, you, you
Sold way more than that pop bitch
And I dare Def Jam to drop this
I just drop hits
Check the Instagram fam
I got fifty-thousand people in the crowd, singin' out loud
Every word, that's every lyric
You can hate, shit, just stop actin' like you don't hear it
This shit right here for the party
That album that comin', that's shit for the spirit, woo!

5-Oh-triple-Oh
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Writer: ROBERT BRYSON HALL II
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC,






A Word From Our Sponsor

[Phone Intro - Logic (Marty Randolph) & Logic (Female Voice):]
Let's see here, uh, (301) 776-4308
This motherf*cker better pick up the God damn phone this time, Jesus Christ
Thank you for calling RattPack Industries
Yes hel...
Where we don't f*ck with anybody
Someone will be with you momentarily
Jesus man, seriously? Jesus bro, f*ck bro...
Current wait time is 1 minute
F*ck man, f*ckers better not have me waiting all God damn day in here-Jesus...
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[Skit - YaLocalWhiteBoy, Logic (Marty Randolph) & Logic (Female Voice):]
Y'know, it's crazy cause it's two types of motherf*ckers
It's one motherf*cker talking 'bout:
"Oh Logic's so slept on, he's so lowkey..."
Knowing damn well this motherf*cker did 135K first week
First f*cking week!
Then it's other motherf*ckers talking 'bout:
"Oh, Logic's blowing up, he's getting so big now. I don't want him to blow up on me. Oh, Logic's changing..."
Cause he made a turnt ass mixtape!
We're going to be bumping this shit the whole summer!
The f*ck?!
Current wait time is 36 minutes...
36 minutes? It was just a minu-it was just one minute!
What the f*ck?!
And do y'all not listen to lyrics?
He's making a whole other concept album
That's f*cking insane!
This man dropped a project every year for six years
I mean, I'm not complaining though but-
Current wait time is 1 hour, 40 minutes...
1 hou-WHAT THE F-?! This, this-this is gotta be hands down the f*cking worst customer service of all time
You can just-I can't-
This motherf*cker made a number one album!
What?
Made a mixtape after...
Oh my God-
And then he's making another concept album...
This is f*cking bullshit...
Like his first shit didn't already go Number 1?!
Nobody cares...
This motherf*cker's on a role!
NOBODY CARES!
This motherf*cker's like butter, he's on a roll motherf*cker!
Current wait time is...
Okay God, thank God!
16 hours
What the...? WHAT THE F*CK?!
And it's peace, love and positivity
Logic is the only rap concert you can go to
And not get shot in the face
Like this motherf*cker actually loves his fans
You name it: YouTube videos, Periscope, Vlogs, Q&A's
This motherf*cker does it all!
You name it, he does it! The f*ck?
WHAT F*CKING RAPPER DOES THAT?!
Current wait time is...
Okay...?
Go f*ck yourself
Go-go f*ck? WHAT?!
And this motherf*cker can solve up to seven Rubix Cubes in a minute...
WHO THE F*CK DO YOU KNOW CAN DO THAT?!
This is ridiculous!
No one is available at this time
WHAT?! I'm gonna let this motherf*cker have it!
Please leave a message after the tone...

[Spoken Message - Logic (Marty Randolph):]
Oh, hey-hi, Logic...
Hey, how's it going?
My name's Mar-Rick-
My name's Randy Mardoff
Definitely never spoken before...
I was calling just to say, uh
Just wanted to wish you lots of, suc-success...
And uh, maybe we can have some lunch
I don't know if this is a direct line to you
But yeah, once again this is, uh, uhm-Randy Mardoff
Never spoken before...
You can call me back at any time, m'kay
Alright bye

[Outro - Logic (Marty Randolph):]
Oh shit... f*ck! I didn't leave my number! I gotta f*cking call back and deal with this shit again?!
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Writer: ROBERT BRYSON HALL II
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC,






Wrist

[Logic:]
Yeah I've been killin' this shit
Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they f*ckin' with this
Yeah I've been killin' this shit
Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they f*ckin' with this
Yeah I've been, yeah I've been killin' this, killin' this shit
Yeah I've been flickin' that, flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've been killin' this, cookin' that
Killin' this, flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've killin' this shit
Yeah I've hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I've flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've cookin' that shit, now they f*ckin' with this

[Logic (Pusha T):]
Let me tell you 'bout the young man
Matter of fact, I'm a let Push tell that
Tell you 'bout the old man
Had a change of heart and then fell back
Old man lived a long life
Walked around with a long knife
You ain't cut the white like Jesus
That Colombiana, that's me and models like (YUGH)
Look at the flick of that wrist
I'm feelin' like Leonardo
Let me paint a picture, I might need a bottle
On the road to success like I feel the throttle
That Michaelangelo, hundreds in the envelope
Tight shit when I write shit
And that old man had a change of heart
Wrist, they knew it back from the start like goddamn
Looked around, seen his wife on the ground
Military bussin' bullets all over the whole compound
Soon as he seen it, I swear it, I mean it, my members go quicker than vamonos
He dead, she dead, he in jail
Everyone fallin' like dominoes

[Logic:]
Yeah I've been killin' this shit
Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they f*ckin' with this
Yeah I've been killin' this shit
Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they f*ckin' with this
Yeah I've been, yeah I've been killin' this, killin' this shit
Yeah I've been flickin' that, flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've been killin' this, cookin' that
Killin' this, flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've killin' this shit
Yeah I've hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I've flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've cookin' that shit, now they f*ckin' with this

[Pusha T:]
Simple Logic
Clockwise, counterclockwise
Realest nigga in the top five
Other four ain't rap niggas
I'm just reppin' for the blow side
Yeah, that's coastlines
Panama for the boat rides
Worth billions, and we ain't even need Showtime
Just money counters and kitchenwear
Condo with a bitch in there
Two scales and baggies, we got rich in there, woo!
The Rollie's been the trophy
Since Hawaiian Sophie
Curry over Kobe, we shootin' niggas
Splash brothers with the [?]
Add in baking soda
Goodfellas to my niggas
[?] already owed us
Shades of blue, I aim at you
Let the sky fall, let it rain on you

[Logic:]
Yeah I've been killin' this shit
Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they f*ckin' with this
Yeah I've been killin' this shit
Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they f*ckin' with this
Yeah I've been, yeah I've been killin' this, killin' this shit
Yeah I've been flickin' that, flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've been killin' this, cookin' that
Killin' this, flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've killin' this shit
Yeah I've hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I've flickin' that wrist
Yeah I've cookin' that shit, now they f*ckin' with this
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Writer: TERRENCE THORTON, ROBERT BRYSON HALL
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






Super Mario World

Lemme shout out Bobby cause, 6ix in there like
"Oh my goodness"
Nah, I just did that for the adlib-keep that (Squad!)
Yeah, oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my God!
Yeah, keep all that shit and this...
I'm like, oh my goodness, oh my-
And this, here we go, here we GO!
Yeah, Yeah!

I'm like, oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my God
I'm coming with the goodness
Acting like I ain't been in it, like I ain't been pushing my limit
Hold up, wait up, get your weight up!
We all people, f*ck around get the fade up
They shit is made up, straight up!

Call me Bobby Tarantino living on the level
And I'm prophesizing everything we know
Because of the internet I made a million and another million
That's word to Gambino
He one of the realest, I swear he the realest
But anyway, back to the subject at hand
I just performed for an hour, performed for an hour
And made myself a hundred grand like...

Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Wooh! That's lit, that's lit
That's gonna be the hook right there!
Yeah! I'm like...
Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness
Oh my goodness, oh my God
I'm like...
Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness
Oh my goodness, oh my God
I just beat that Uncharted 4, lit

Bitch, I been at it
RattPack if you live it, you die by that shit-get it tatted
I think I done had it now, hold up, wait up, leave 'em laid up
This for every single night that I stayed up
Real all the time, nah this shit never made up
No it's never made up, no it's, no it's straight up!
Straight up, bitch!

I'm like, oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my God
I'm coming with the goodness
Acting like I ain't been in it, like I ain't been pushing my limit
Hold up, wait up, get your weight up!
We all people, f*ck around get the fade up
They shit is made up, straight up!

Yeah, it's that Flexicution, I want retribution
Ya'll gone f*ck around and make me wake up Lucian
And I don't think ya'll ready for the revolution
Boy your shit is pollution, Logic got the solution
Motherf*ckers used to hate us
Now they sayin' that they made us
Everyone know I'm the greatest
Tell 'em, "Title your album, A Fish Outta Water"
Cause that shit be floppin'
You f*ckin' suck...
Number 1 my shit droppin'
Love it and hate it, they know the name
They know the name cause it's poppin'
Dropped 2 million on my new crib
Not nobody but God can stop us!

Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness
Oh my goodness, oh my God
I'm like...
Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness
Oh my goodness, oh my God
I'm like...
Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness
Oh my goodness, oh my God
F*ck, Jurassic Park... lit
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Writer: ROBERT BRYSON HALL II
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC,






Studio Ambience At Night: Malibu

Yeah
I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Bitch I run the game y'all just commentate from the side
I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Everything I do you know I do it for the squad
I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Bitch I run the game y'all just commentate from the side
I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Everything I do you know I do it for the squad
I'm like

This-this-this-this-this the type of shit they said they really wanted
So I gave them this right here, now go get blunted
Check my last album y'all know I run it
Flip the script just cause I couldn't f*cking stunt it
This-this-this-this-this the type of shit my life is all about
Check the Forbes list, you know I'm balling now
They say "Logic, you too humble boy, just let it out"
F*ck 'em all then, I'm a dead it now
Like oh, I think I know, I think I know
This flow, this super flow, out of control
Like woah, this shit like woah, I think I know
Like woah, like like woah, like like

Like this that flexicution
This is what the people say they wanted from the
Young boy, from the, from the, from the God
This that flexicution
This is what the people say they wanted
From the rap God, from the, from the, from the God

I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Bitch I run the game ya'll just commentate from the side
I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Everything I do you know I do it for the squad
I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Bitch I run the game ya'll just commentate from the side
I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Everything I do you know I do it for the squad
I'm like

Hold on let me bring it back
Everybody know I'm bringing the facts
And they wonder why I got it like that
Cause I put everything right on the track
And you know I'm a f*ck around and let it go
I been living like woah I been living you already know
And these motherf*ckers wanna take up on every mistake
And I'm showing where I'm going
And I'm knowing what I'm doing
Intuition never switching
On a mission, motherf*cker why is you bitching?
Why is you bitching?
Like God damn I'm like (oh God)
Hold up wait a minute they ain't ready for the hook
It's another day, another book
I feel like Indiana in Atlanta hotter than Havana
Coming with the stamina
Bitch put down your camera
And live in the moment
This shit right here everybody gon' want it
So what up with it?
Any and everybody talk about that boy changing
Y'all can just shut up with it cause I know
Ain't none of y'all getting the flow

Boy this that flexicution
This is what the people say they wanted from me
Young boy, from the, from the, from the God
This that flexicution
This is what the people say they wanted
From the rap God, from the, from the, from the God

I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Bitch I run the game ya'll just commentate from the side
I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Everything I do you know I do it for the squad
I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Bitch I run the game ya'll just commentate from the side
I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God
Everything I do you know I do it

[Jess Andrea & Logic:]
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
It's been a hell of a ride up (It's been a hell of a ride up)
Hell of a ride up (It's been a hell of a ride up)
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
That I've been M.I.A, but I was tied up
Till I heard you talking shit, now I'm fired up
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Writer: ROBERT BRYSON HALL II
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC,






44 Bars

If you're dealing war, backwards stay far
We're dealing with truths and rights
Come some more into my sight

Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik 'bout my life and shit
I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit
It's kind of funny how life changed and rearranged
No matter what happens, everything ain't gon' be the same
The incredible album, what an incredible outcome
I grip the mic and then talk to the people like I'm Malcolm
I used to think the fame and money was the motivation
Until I toured the world and met the people face to face and
Understood that the power was harnessed in that basement
It ain't about the money and notoriety
It's about the people and making a difference in society
But don't get it twisted, this life I'm living is like a movie
The Godfather, the Goodfella wielding an Uzi
One with the people, if the people is wondering who's he?
Same level, the same rebel that never settled
Pullin' strings like Geppeto who overcame the ghetto
And I know you wrote me and I still ain't answered
'Cause shit is different now, it's forced upon me
Different stances
I used to spend all my time conversing with you
But now I write this song to let you know I'm hurting with you
Shit is too big, but let's be honest, man
It's kinda bittersweet, besides the shows and meet and greets y'all only see me on the street
And even then, that shit is rare, I just don't go outside
'Cause honestly I don't f*ck with this world, I'd rather hide
That misconception, "Cause I rap, I must be filled with pride"
Shit I ain't perfect, if you heard different then someone lied
People in my ear telling me, "Talk that shit"
Actions speak louder than words, I'd rather walk that shit
Since the first album
I'm one of the highest earners on the label
Within six months I put the second one on they table
I've played sold out shows in parts of the world I can't pronounce
Release the tickets, watch them disappear when we announce
F*ck all that murderous syllable shit right now
Just let me bounce
The mood around me is people smokin' that by the ounce
Leave Friday for the show and come back Monday with a hundred grand
Don't f*ck with checks, so when I bounce I prefer cash in hand
You know my first week looking crazy due to high demand
'Cause people don't buy music in this day and age
They buy the brand
There's ups and downs, don't get me wrong
But back when I ain't have shit
Felt like I would've sold my soul to make it with this rap shit
Thank God he never let Lucifer close enough to ask
Let me attain it by workin' hard and busting my ass
Achieved a lot in life, but what's a lot with more to gain?
At least I don't drink to avoid the hurt, we call that Champagne

Come some more into my sight
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Writer: ARJUN IVATURY, ROBERT HALL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






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
F*ck 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 motherf*cker, white motherf*cker
I don't give a damn what you is, can you write motherf*cker?
Said I couldn't do it, said I wouldn't do it
I just made a million in a month, aight motherf*cker?
I did everything I said I'd ever do and to you I still ain't shit?
Alright motherf*cker
Runnin' around the world yelling P-L-P
But as a last resort, we gon' fight motherf*cker 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
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Writer: ROBERT BRYSON HALL II
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC,






Deeper Than Money

Yo
People want to talk about what makes them happy
What really makes you happy, tell me what makes you happy
Makes you happy, makes you sad, makes you glad
Tell me what makes you happy
People say it's money, give me the money
All the money (money)

If I could live forever and a day
Know I'd never fade away but my life is not okay, I
I take the bus to my job and one night I got robbed
Life is f*cking up my vibe, I
I wish had a lot of money
Had a lot of dough, had a lot of paper you already know
My life would be so much better with cheddar
Only work as hard as I do for vendetta
'Cause my ninth grade teacher said I wouldn't be shit
Wouldn't be nothing
Working that minimum wage and cooking McMuffins
So I'm puffing on this green
Wishing I had more money than I do
Imagine if I had more money than Erykah Badu, ah!
And so I'm all about my business, is there anyone who witness?
Can a brother get a witness like ah, ooh?
Aah, ooh
Wassup with it come and get it
Tell me now what's on your mind
I ain't talking bout that shit you post up on your timeline
Speak to me in real time, open up and redefine
Open up a motherf*cking book for once and read a line
Somebody tell me now what done happen to society
My happiness is gone and it took with it my sobriety
They say that money cannot make you happy
Do not lie to me, whoever said that shit was never broke and wouldn't try to be
Who is you to try with me?
Why you trying me?
Like aah!

Now I'ma tell 'em what makes me happy
This what makes me happy, right here like this

Jump up on that MPC, like a boss MVP
Cook up shit that make other producers wanna envy me
Master it then set it free, turn it into MP3s
Spin that shit up in Serato, I can feel the energy

This shit is deeper than money, deeper than money, deeper than money
Deeper, deeper than money
This shit is deeper than money, deeper than money, deeper than money
You know it's deeper, deeper honey, this shit
Is deeper than money
Deeper than your money, my money, they money, everybody money
Said, this shit is deeper than money, deeper than money, deeper than money
It's deeper than money

I don't do this shit for nothing but myself
I don't do this shit for nothing but myself
I don't do this shit for nothing but myself
I don't do this shit for nothing but myself
Think I need to focus more on my health, I do, I do
This the shit that I love, this the shit that I love
Comes straight from above
Off the top off the dome
Gotta get it, go home
Hella late, feeling good, got a lot on my plate
What the f*ck is on my mind?
I just, I just want to rhyme
This the type of shit I got to do
Oh my God, what's the time?
Can you feel it right now?
Can you feel the whole style?
It's the type of shit, I gotta get it, gotta get it
I've been vibing out here in Malibu
Would you come through?
Tell me motherf*cker, truly what it do?
L-O-G-I-C, this is who I be
L.A. where I'm at, M.D. what I be
All that, all that, god
I can feel it, I can feel it
I'm a fly on the wall feeling ten feet tall
Right now this the type of shit, this the style
This the motherf*cking style
And so I tell em

This shit is deeper than money, deeper than money, deeper than money
Deeper, deeper than money
This shit is deeper than money, deeper than money, deeper than money
You know it's deeper, deeper honey, this shit
Is deeper than money
Deeper than your money, my money, they money, everybody money
Said, this shit is deeper than money, deeper than money, deeper than money
It's deeper than money
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Writer: ROBERT BRYSON HALL II
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






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Bobby Tarantino is the fifth mixtape by American rapper Logic. It was released on July 1, 2016, through Visionary Music Group and Def Jam Recordings. It was released to various digital platforms without prior announcement. Bobby Tarantino serves as Logic's first mixtape since Young Sinatra: Welcome to Forever (2013). The mixtape and its production was handled primarily by Logic and 6ix, with the duo focusing on a similar style to that of their previous independent projects, working on reinstating previous elements considered missing from Logic's commercial releases.

Bobby Tarantino was preceded by the release of "Flexicution" and "Wrist", released ten days apart from one another. The mixtape received generally positive reviews from critics, with particular attention being drawn to its production and varied nature, as well as Logic's newly found braggadocio. Criticism was directed at basic lyricism and a lack of depth that was associated with Logic's preceding releases. It was labeled the "perfect fill in for his junior album".
Performed By: Logic
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Length: 32:24
Released: July 1st, 2016
Year: 2016

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