6ix/Logic - Choice is Yours (Logic Teaser) lyrics

HyBrid Broke spines and every artist tryna spit it like tech nine Q and i chill in the studio relaxed and recline I was never born more designed And listen close and if u can't understand press rewind Cuz I'm rippin the game you nighas slack with every record y'all contract NBA walk on leave ya shot contested Got the children in love with the music so much cops tryna arrest it In this b**h double breasted All the time I spent in the game now it's invested The beat molested now i need consuling More crack verses then 2 chainz in public housing I do it biggie no biggie Out the park like rigley 50/50 chances for survive Church prayers on hiphops revival Bang giggy bang Duwop with the slang Word round tw city hybrid is making it crazy Fat kid big titties act lazy But his verses so mean just ask that Harry potter pictured fat lady He realizing every new artist flow a** lately Bang these nighas Is lame They said I looked like breezy the way I beat the game And beat U the same Fine china dinin u a** wipin vaginas Hangin with my white roots in the woods like moonshiners They said the choice is mine so I'll leave the beat deceased Tie it tight and walk with pressured to leave it creased This that viral vial of the anti suicidal Baby back b**hes sleeping the Satans cradle and spoon feed me ya p**y with a ladle d**h by needle painless and heartless Spit sicker then ur brother rapeing his grandmothers carcus....hahahha o sh** Nigha I go dumb special Ed blue helmet Y'all can't do better by it Qaewin Talk about it Make em talk about it Kendrick cole logic and dumb is melting pot of stylezzz / Lotta y'all can't even touch me pedophiles using styluses / Unemployment ratings shooting who can rank in higher / Than / I'm inspiring reaching higher time and time again / Havin fun with it sh** I'm feeling like I'm nine again / School is so confining tryna find some time to rhyme again and it got my mind in the summer it be mine again / Time again for me and hybrid hypin the ma** (ses) Other rappers trash but self professing a cla** (ic) We spittin filthy still we humbled with facts that we gat a way to go you should feel guilty as crap (sh**) If I offend you / I prolly meant to / Fake thug rappers never draw / But they a stencil - track em backwards to another rapper with exactly the same lines / Anybody with a sane mind play my sh** and raise an eyebrow / And they saying they wanna make it ya constipated dry bowels / Bring a number two meal or direct me to the 5 aisle / Can't ya see that they annoyed and bored Make chump change I'm a coin issuer We leave the beat all moist and sore / Recordin till our voices sore while the noises soar/ But I ain't asking your a fan shot the choice is yours /