Biography:
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II (born January 22, 1990), known by his stage name Logic, is an American rapper, singer, songwriter, and record producer. Raised in Gaithersburg, Maryland, Logic developed an interest in music as a teenager, and ventured into a musical career in early 2009 releasing Logic: The Mixtape under the name "Psychological", and releasing a mixtape titled Young, Broke & Infamous in 2010. He signed with Visionary Music Group, before releasing three more mixtapes over three years.
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[Intro]
Bm
[Verse]
Bm
Ayy, bitch, I've been goin' and goin' like the Energizer
Bm
Yeah, I'm supplyin' the wood like Elijah
Bm
In the cut, smokin' on indica
Might fuck around and compartmentalize ya
Bm
They say, they say life is a bitch
And if that is the case then I'm finna surprise her
Bm
No, I am not an adviser, but I do advise ya
Bm
To pay attention, never need to mention
Bm
I'm that motherfucker bustin' heads
Bm
Finna push it to the ledge
Bm
Yeah, I been smokin' my meds
Bm
Ain't got no love for the feds
Bm
Can't let fame go to yo head
Bm
Fuck with me, watch where you tread
Bm
I'm finna kill it instead
Bm
I'm finna, I'm finna, I'm finna
Bm
Do—do—do it like I never done it
Bm
And I wanna run it and I wanna keep it goin' and goin'
Bm Bm
Like infinity, be the only entity to ever rip it apart
Bm
From the start like this, from the heart like this
Bm
Finna murder it, a million miles a minute, no nitrous
Doin' righteous
Bm Bm
I-I been, I-I-I been down this road before
Bm
Everybody think that they do but they don't
Swear to God that they would but they won't
Bm
Spittin' riddles in the middle of a past-time
Bm
Me in my mind, feelin' divine, like yeah
Bm
Finna get it like yeah—yeah
Bm
Like yeah, like yeah (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Bm N.C.
I done made 20 million dollars (preach)
Bm N.C.
I don't flex to be acknowledged (preach)
Bm N.C.
At this point it's common knowledge (preach)
Bm N.C.
All you haters been abolished (preach)
N.C. Bm
You in the club throwin' dollars, but I'm savin' mine so my kids go to college (preach)
Bm
Or maybe whatever they wanna do (preach)
Bm
Just as long as they never say (preach)
Bm
"Daddy blew 20 million dollars (ayy)
Bm
He had to flex to be acknowledged (ayy)
He in the club throwin' dollars
Bm N.C.
And now cannot afford to send me to college (ayy)
Daddy just wanna be loved
Bm
Just like everybody wanna be accepted (ayy)
Bm
But somehow he had neglected
Bm
Me and my momma for all of this rap shit" (ayy)
N.C.
No, I cannot fuck with that shit (ayy)
N.C.
No, I cannot fuck with that
Bm
Who you know dropped an album
Bm
Back to back to back to back to back to back again?
I'm back again to snap again
Bm
And goddamnit, it ain't no other way around it
Yeah, it's happenin', 'cause I've been livin' in a world on my own
Bm
Leave me alone, I'm in the zone
Where I've been prone to destroy shit
Bm
You cannot avoid this, whack mothafuckas have annoyed this
Yes, you know I enjoy this
Bm
Preach, mothafuckin' preach
Yeah, I'm tryna reach everybody in the streets
Bm
Writin' words to the beats
Bm
Each one teach one, yeah, I'm tryna reach one
Who the beast one?
Bm
That be me, on the top to the East one
Tell me how you really wanna do it right now, time to murder this
Bm
Shout out everybody, no fuckin' around, ain't heard of this
Heard of us, we ain't goin' nowhere, it's a herd of us
Bm
Hold up, roll up
Bm
Levitated like I'm David Blaine
Bm
Livin' a dream like I'm David Aames
Bm
Talk all you want, we are not the same
Bm
Step in the spot, now they know the name
Bm
Sold more albums my first week than Harry Styles and Katy Perry
Bm
That ain't a sign of the times
Bm
Then I don't know what is, man this shit is scary
Bm
'Cause bitch, I've been blowin' up like C-4
And I'm 3 for 3 like a free throw
Bm
Anybody hatin' on the boy, take a step back and then deep-throat
Bm
Now my phone blowin' up like ring
Bm
Like ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring!
N.C. Bm
That Kevin Durant, I'm a champion
Bm
Check the numbers, I'm a champion
Can't sleep on the boy anymore
Bm
But the haters that love to hate gon' pop an Ambien
Bm
Star Lord, champion
Know the name, now they know the alias, that's for sure
Bm
Gave 'em 44, now here's 44 more
Bm
[Verse]
Bm
Ayy, bitch, I've been goin' and goin' like the Energizer
Bm
Yeah, I'm supplyin' the wood like Elijah
Bm
In the cut, smokin' on indica
Might fuck around and compartmentalize ya
Bm
They say, they say life is a bitch
And if that is the case then I'm finna surprise her
Bm
No, I am not an adviser, but I do advise ya
Bm
To pay attention, never need to mention
Bm
I'm that motherfucker bustin' heads
Bm
Finna push it to the ledge
Bm
Yeah, I been smokin' my meds
Bm
Ain't got no love for the feds
Bm
Can't let fame go to yo head
Bm
Fuck with me, watch where you tread
Bm
I'm finna kill it instead
Bm
I'm finna, I'm finna, I'm finna
Bm
Do—do—do it like I never done it
Bm
And I wanna run it and I wanna keep it goin' and goin'
Bm Bm
Like infinity, be the only entity to ever rip it apart
Bm
From the start like this, from the heart like this
Bm
Finna murder it, a million miles a minute, no nitrous
Doin' righteous
Bm Bm
I-I been, I-I-I been down this road before
Bm
Everybody think that they do but they don't
Swear to God that they would but they won't
Bm
Spittin' riddles in the middle of a past-time
Bm
Me in my mind, feelin' divine, like yeah
Bm
Finna get it like yeah—yeah
Bm
Like yeah, like yeah (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Bm N.C.
I done made 20 million dollars (preach)
Bm N.C.
I don't flex to be acknowledged (preach)
Bm N.C.
At this point it's common knowledge (preach)
Bm N.C.
All you haters been abolished (preach)
N.C. Bm
You in the club throwin' dollars, but I'm savin' mine so my kids go to college (preach)
Bm
Or maybe whatever they wanna do (preach)
Bm
Just as long as they never say (preach)
Bm
"Daddy blew 20 million dollars (ayy)
Bm
He had to flex to be acknowledged (ayy)
He in the club throwin' dollars
Bm N.C.
And now cannot afford to send me to college (ayy)
Daddy just wanna be loved
Bm
Just like everybody wanna be accepted (ayy)
Bm
But somehow he had neglected
Bm
Me and my momma for all of this rap shit" (ayy)
N.C.
No, I cannot fuck with that shit (ayy)
N.C.
No, I cannot fuck with that
Bm
Who you know dropped an album
Bm
Back to back to back to back to back to back again?
I'm back again to snap again
Bm
And goddamnit, it ain't no other way around it
Yeah, it's happenin', 'cause I've been livin' in a world on my own
Bm
Leave me alone, I'm in the zone
Where I've been prone to destroy shit
Bm
You cannot avoid this, whack mothafuckas have annoyed this
Yes, you know I enjoy this
Bm
Preach, mothafuckin' preach
Yeah, I'm tryna reach everybody in the streets
Bm
Writin' words to the beats
Bm
Each one teach one, yeah, I'm tryna reach one
Who the beast one?
Bm
That be me, on the top to the East one
Tell me how you really wanna do it right now, time to murder this
Bm
Shout out everybody, no fuckin' around, ain't heard of this
Heard of us, we ain't goin' nowhere, it's a herd of us
Bm
Hold up, roll up
Bm
Levitated like I'm David Blaine
Bm
Livin' a dream like I'm David Aames
Bm
Talk all you want, we are not the same
Bm
Step in the spot, now they know the name
Bm
Sold more albums my first week than Harry Styles and Katy Perry
Bm
That ain't a sign of the times
Bm
Then I don't know what is, man this shit is scary
Bm
'Cause bitch, I've been blowin' up like C-4
And I'm 3 for 3 like a free throw
Bm
Anybody hatin' on the boy, take a step back and then deep-throat
Bm
Now my phone blowin' up like ring
Bm
Like ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring!
N.C. Bm
That Kevin Durant, I'm a champion
Bm
Check the numbers, I'm a champion
Can't sleep on the boy anymore
Bm
But the haters that love to hate gon' pop an Ambien
Bm
Star Lord, champion
Know the name, now they know the alias, that's for sure
Bm
Gave 'em 44, now here's 44 more
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Loli Molina
Lolita Flores
Lomepal
London Grammar