Logic

First off Rest In Peace Neighborhood Nip, I ain’t crip but I’m on that neighborhood shit,

Build business that’s black owned, if you Hustle better hustle till your pack gone, if you work, better work till yo back hurt, and if you rap make it better than your last verse. Yea, Mo Lyrics Give em Mo lyrics, if the trap booming now then real **** gone feel this....Cold world no moose knuckle, I was just 18 with a few scuffle , now a **** 28 with and my mood doubled. What a feeling what a feeling when your crew love you.! Big dawg I got the bite and the tail wang. I ain’t drop a song in months and they still mad. Damn it’s bout to be a cold summer. And when you stack bread you the man, no wonder

Damn it’s bout to be a cold summer. And when you stack bread you the man, no wonder

Word is bond I’m speaking the Dunn language, like I’m out Queensbridge, but I’m from the homi...No Dej Loaf so foes shall not try me.....killing MCs for hobby-dem people don’t want war-you with it we all out-They say that got the respect, but really it’s all clout....Where I’m from only your pockets getting double tapped. If you got what I want homie your running that. Running laps- but at moments we gotta doubleback. We the ones, Nu eleven, you gotta double that-double dutching yahs shorty is up to something oh she wanna see the kid and I bust it & give her nutting. Wordplay, yah heard meh, it’s too ear-ly...yah team on the rise, I’m like we’re they?.. -Cole we doing it big just like Shirley.. New Orleans with the women, they like whoadie. Long living, good writtens, I’m in the kitchen. Cooking up, shooken up, you get to bitches.....you the one living lie. I just spit the truth, they get the feeling inside-and I’m gone! Sullivan