6ix/Logic - 44 Bars (Logic Remix) lyrics

Thinking i don't really give a damn about a bling (boy, think it through…) What a year, 2016, second semester.. Still working on demos. and till the proper beat comes I'll keep my favorite verse and bars inside my pocket It's all about the perfect timing, make it like an investment And on September i quit my day job Dead broke, but now i only do the things i really care about Began to meditate in early morning, start to read a lot Make twenty sixteen bars a week, can't wait for them to check it out Thinking i don't really give a damn about a bling.... Writing on beautiful beats like it's a hobby Hopefully, my pa**ion could turn into a career Write everything i feel, and still try to keep it real Should i stacking money just to get a thousand dollar chain? Are you considered jobless if you don't make money for your pa**ion? Do you gon' wait for destiny, or just take action? Maybe this is meant to be, support me or say i'm just a junkie to vocabulary and syllable counts Loving the things i know my parents may laugh about Homies who believe in me say i should never stop And while people on my back, they gon keep plotting how to keep me quiet I rock the mic in and move a crowd since 2009... Done a lot i can't forget The good, the bad, the ugly, the homies Grew up on Jacobs in the trunk, doing tours from medan to bali That sh** nostalgic, It became a part of me & played a part to my identity... I'm just so grateful for the beautiful memories, We argued a lot but still aiming for the top, And I'll never forget the times when i cried & said goodbye.. And i kept thinking i should probably just fly out to Bali... Something i thought about everyday, maybe I don't belong in this prison, living behind bars already… But home is where the homie is, homie If talk is cheap, i'll put my money on my mouth and Drop first demo, drowning in sea of rap sh** Shook the game up, Make Jakarta feel the tremble Real motherf**ers, ain't no f**ing with the pretenders Tough talk, we dreaming it big, but do it tender Chasing something i consider matter.. I'm separated cause i run too fast when i'm on a track I look around and wonder will they run with me to get to finish line... I wrote these quickly and hope it come across to you Hope that i don't overdo my words so you could listen to what i say and believe that we can monetize our talent To fill the void to the game and put our gold to the hall of fame (thinking i don't really give a damn about a bling Boy think it through..) (stacking money just to get a thousand dollar chain? Boy think it through…)