Logic - Tim Westwood Freestyle lyrics

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Logic - Tim Westwood Freestyle lyrics

[Intro:Logic] RattPack V's up Check it out listen up [Verse 1: Logic] One day, I woke up, and said I'm 'bout do this for the rest of my life No question is right Waiting for the bus at a stop light looking at the cop right in front of my eyes Living in a world of lies Where the truth dies and hatred multiplies, mu-mu-mu-multiplies I said I can't take it I remember wondering if I would ever make it But as I reminisce I realize it was all irrelevant, it's evident I'm Getting money for the hell of it Never f** around until the flow celibate Speaking for the people like a delegate and when the situation's delicate I execute it with the proper etiquette Everybody wanna get ahead of it no I can't take the time to stop It ain't all about the money so I'm headed to the top But I'm still getting gwap never stop unless a body drop Metaphorical motherf**er to get it in While the whole world spin for the dividend But I'm in another system Everybody hate till he dead then they miss 'em Why can't we relax and listen Stop spending money on things that glisten From the east coast, but we chillin it out Cali Cause your boy got drive like valet Poppin' bottles of that bubbly, Caillat Leaving motherf**ers on their toes like ballet White girls doing lines of white And they be down to f** if the time is right Marry anybody if the diamonds right And yeah we don't give a f** what they.. Bad b**hes on they dick but I can't fade Cause they in love with the fact that I'm getting paid Make a motherf**er wanna roll up Cracka hold up in a drop top, on the west coast Shout out to my homies up in LA from the East Coast G's Up Hoes down when we come around V's up, muf**a from the underground And I made it to the mainstream With the same team On another level but you on the same thing Lyrical fiend and I flip it up with the same scheme Rattpack till the casket Flowin' no quicker then when the gas lit When it comes to impeccable flow will leave em mastered Getting money left and right I pancake Got stacks like iHop can't fake On the road to riches so there ain't no need to break So common homie tell me what it is Never in another brother biz Up in West Deer Park listening to Wiz Getting money from every direction No question, living is a blessing Rest in peace to the homies that ain't here today Cause in the pack I ain't got nothing to fear today Reppin MD, near DC, out VA, up NYC Chillin in a whip like, like, like Visionary [Verse 2: Logic] And all these spanish women watching me like a novella And even when we in the crib I still need an umbrella Cause im getting her wetter than a letterman in the rain We at the club hundreds and fifties I'm making it rain (Sike Nah) All of y'all know I'm kidding like the rubber broke Getting money and b**hes but really that's another note And all these haters they can s** my dick Cause honestly that's the only way you'll ever s**-ceed Got what you need cause I sweat and I bleed Did it all on my own didn't beg didn't plead Everybody talk about logic, don't sell out b**h I had a deal for a year before it fell out Doing sh** that rappers never do you know I'm on that So why don't I start by telling you what was in my contract Make the type of music that I want (Check) Work with whoever the hell I want (check) Keep it visionary to the d**h (yeah) Cause I'm doing it for the music, not just to get a check V's up, whaddup you know I'm on point I be chilling with your b**h while she rollin up a joint Making a k**ing for a living like a hitman Rappers hear my new records and be like aw sh** man! Black Power, Black Card, White fist Ain't no way a mixed brother didn't write this And everybody talking sh** man, screw it Cus if you can do it better than me then you do it ! Where we going, really there's no tellin' Lyrical c**aine, narcotics is what I'm sellin' God damn, got bars like a felon And we getting C-notes like my homie Jon Bellion Logic

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