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[Intro]
Yeah, maybe this should just be the intro, like this
That’s it, squad, bitch

[Verse 1]
All these bad bitches say they love me, I already know
Check the, check the ring that’s on my finger ’cause I’m married, ho
There he go, everybody know that boy pockets is swole
What’s good? That sound familiar, never been here before
Life good, ’cause I just got quoted two hundred a show
Oh no, oh no, two hundred a show
Overnight, all this money that I’ve been makin’, I gave it right back
To all of the people that made me, you know we like that
Don’t know why your bitch wanna date me, but I can’t fight that
Guess you ain’t done shit for her lately, not on the right track
If I think that shit sound good I gotta write that
Weed man knockin’ on the door, I’ll be right back
Pass the shit to 6ix, watch him light that
Hit the studio, record the shit, then mix the shit, then master it
And then we do the show and they recite that
Bitch, I’m right back, told ’em ’bout my life, told ’em ’bout my life
Told ’em I was broke as fuck too many nights
Now I see my name up on so many lights, but everybody prolly think this shit done happened, happened, happened

[Chorus]
Overnight, people think this how this shit happened, but they never right
Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite
Seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that
Hustlin’ the streets that they trap over–over–overnight
People think this how this shit happened, but they never right
Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that
Hustlin’ the streets like they trappin’ and burnin’ (woo, woo)

[Bridge 1]
Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel
All they ever do is hate the boy, but now they know the name
Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel
All they ever do is hate the boy, but now I run the game
Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel
You can hate now all you want, but shit won’t ever be the same
Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel
You can hate me, but I’m not the reason that your life is lame

[Verse 2]
Tell me, is it really so hard? Really so hard, to be a good person?
Tell me, is it really so hard? Really so hard, to stop acting like a bitch? (woo)
I treated everybody with respect and now I’m rich (woo)
I treated everybody with respect
Maybe you got issues with your daddy, though
Maybe you was bullied back in high school
Maybe you are just a tool

[Bridge 2]
Maybe you’re the reason, you’re the reason
The reason I don’t fuck with nobody, and
Maybe you’re the reason, you’re the reason
The reason I came up with nobody, and
Maybe you’re the reason, you’re the reason
Everybody think this right here happened

[Chorus]
Overnight, people think this how this shit happened, but they never right
Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite
Seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that
Hustlin’ the streets that they trap over–over–overnight
People think this how this shit happened, but they never right
Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that
Hustlin’ the streets like they trappin’ and burnin’ down, shit

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
ILLBLU
You know I party with savages
In the club and I rass up the cannabis
Rass and rass and rass ’em

[Chorus]
I think I lost my mind, I can’t find that shit
I’m reckless in this life I live
I don’t think sometimes
I don’t even know why, baby I just live my life
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
Baby gyal I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna

[Verse 1]
I like to kiss and cuddle and what?
Still a baddaman pon da baddaman block
Big ass jacket in Dubai, don’t ask why
Pass me the keys let me drive
Cah you’ve been smoking too much skunk
Plus I drive better when I’m drunk
I treat the car like a go-kart
Wouldn’t-a bust that red light if I was sober
I don’t respect my olders
I do what I want you can’t tell me no
I said I’m gonna be a star girl I told you so
Don’t be that guy that owes me dough
Send my ‘ooter down there with the chrome-y chrome
She’s like “when are you free?”
Never bitch I cost, if you drop out me
That’s your loss, I switch countries like I switch socks
Pull up, pull up when I drop that gloss

[Chorus]
I think I lost my mind, I can’t find that shit
I’m reckless in this life I live
I don’t think sometimes
I don’t even know why, baby I just live my life
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
Baby gyal I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna

[Verse 2]
I saw this gyal at the zebra crossing
Black and white girl man it felt like a zebra crossing (yo shawty)
She said “can I get a lift?”
My girl with the lisp, said can I get a kiss
Indian gyal said I’m a bloody ghost
‘Cause all I do is hola then I adiós
Hit the Caribbean store for some curry goat
She said my meat taste good so she sucked the bone
I’m with a white girl, dancing with some stamina
She a wine to bashment while I’m grabbing her
She be moving like she’s got some black in her
That was before I put my black in her
I’m living so single and free
I sit comfy, knowing no-one’s cheating on me
My gyal even put her arms around me
She so comfy, she even fart around me

[Chorus]
I think I lost my mind, I can’t find that shit
I’m reckless in this life I live
I don’t think sometimes
I don’t even know why, baby I just live my life
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
Baby gyal I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna

[Bridge]
I could pull up in the car if I want to (I just do it, do it)
Car if I want to (I just do it, do it)
Take a girl yard if I want to (I just do it, do it)
Go hard if I want to (I just do it, do it)
I’m a hustler, I thought you knew that
I could sell a Biggie Smalls album to 2Pac
I’m a hustler, I thought you knew that
I could sell a Biggie Smalls album to 2Pac

[Outro]
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
ILLBLU
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna

[Chorus]
Gettin’ texts from my ex, I think she knows I’m up next
Yeah, they hate when I flex, it don’t really makes sense
Yeah, I got a lot of enemies, I don’t want to make amends (nah)
I don’t want to make friends (nah), I just wanna make M’s (yeah)

[Verse]
My house is a big crib, shit, I just threw a party here
Had your girl gettin’ out here, no regrets, no sorrys here
2K on a jacket, and my wrist on Cartier
What I’m saying, they don’t wanna hear
All the haters would got me here
Ayy, yeah, who talking shit? I’ma let ’em know
You had the juice but you let it go
All that hating is gettin’ old
You put that girl on the pedestal, I hit her once and I let her go
Switching my hoes like I’m switching clothes
I’m covered in ice like I’m made of snow
Girl, you know I’m from the trap (trap)
Face look like a rat (damn)
Came straight out of LV, now LV’s on the bag (Louis)
Keep bragging ’bout you getting money
But the label taking half, ayy
Add it up, quick maths, ayy
You just broke and you sad
Little girl, I don’t know what you wanna beef about
You are not what you tweet about
You are just a rat looking girl who Twitter just made a meme about
If you got money bring it out
Ghost writer, just bring him out
What happened with YoungBoy?
You weren’t a bitch you wanna keep around
Guess you really couldn’t keep him down
How the fuck are you 14 with rumors that you sleep around?
Shout out to the Eagles, shout out Philly
Yeah, we need Meek around
But just like your dad, you not a girl I wanna be around
Rollie on me, it’s a big boy
With the gang, smoking big doinks
I just started to invest, now this fit on me cost a Bitcoin
You ain’t getting no checks, record label taken all the big coins
You can’t hit 100 mill’, little bitch, I’m making big noise
Little girl with a attitude, you’re a meme, we just laugh at you
I ain’t even really mad at you, honestly, I feel bad for you
All you ever do is chase the clout
Too bad you had to run your mouth
Coulda been in the fucking gang
Coulda lived in the fucking house
She a troll, she is not for real
Little ratchet ass poppin’ pills
You ain’t make it on your own, you made it ’cause of Dr. Phil
Hold up Iggy, yeah I got the kill, she ain’t really want the drama still
I remember I was really down, I was broke, yeah I had to plot for real, now I got a mill’

[Chorus]
Gettin’ texts from my ex, I think she knows I’m up next
Yeah, they hate when I flex, it don’t really makes sense
Yeah, I got a lot of enemies, I don’t want to make amends (nah)
I don’t want to make friends (nah), I just wanna make M’s (yeah)

[Intro]
(Damian Lemar Hudson singing)

[Verse 1]: Damian Lemar Hudson
Do you hear my sound
It’s blowing like away
I brease into your town
Taking my oxygen
You know you can’t pretend
Your ears I appreciate

[Bridge]: Damian Lemar Hudson
Drift away I found
Drift away I’m bound
Drift away I found
Drift Away I’m bound
Drift away I found
Drift away I’m bound
Drift away I found
Drift Away I’m bound
Drift away I found
Drift Away I’m bound

[Hook]: Logic
Will I be remembered by the fans
For bringing the music they rocking in the stands
I guess it really are the fans
‘Cause everything they want, yeah we got it in demand
Will I be remembered by the fans
For bringing the music they rocking in the stands
I guess it really are the fans
‘Cause everything they want, yeah we got it in demand
See I got it all day
So will I drift away?
Or Am I here to stay?
You know I’m cool with either way

[Verse 2]: Logic
Alot of ya all is current must stop without a clue
So catch up to the flow even know we gon’ rhyme through
When hearing up the other
That’s worth to your mother
Will my lyrics pass down like R.I.P to grand-mother?
And will they be forgot like crack addicted brother?
This is matrimony
Logic, massive to sale mony
As I can duck these fake rappers
I call this assimphony
‘Cause I keep it movie real
I see the bigger picture and hit ya with that switcher
Fuckin’ with the voida
Logic comming to get ya
So tell me when I’ll shine? (Shine…)
Or die
And later be the fine with my rhymes
Will you remember me for who I am
Or will I fade away and remembered how I was?
A kid with rap star potential
But no buzz
To infinity beyond
That’s the shit that I’m on
I’m hungry in this game
And every day is ramadan
This is Logic verse’s that the LH
Give us the creddy
We keeping the aim staydy like Michedy
Slicing like Freddy
Willing and ready to take over the game
But if I succeed, will they remember my name?
Never drift away, but I proclaim
I’m changing every day
No my heart will stay the same
So will I be remembered?
So will I be remembered?

[Hook]: Logic
Will I be remembered by the fans
For bringing the music they rocking in the stands
I guess it really are the fans
‘Cause everything they want, yeah we got it in demand
Will I be remembered by the fans
For bringing the music they rocking in the stands
I guess it really are the fans
‘Cause everything they want, yeah we got it in demand
See I got it all day
So will I drift away?
Or Am I here to stay?
You know I’m cool with either way

[Outro]
(Damian Lemar Hudson singing)

[Hook: Ashley All Day]
I got real way, I got real plays, bitch
Crime pays, I might get you paid
Road runnin’ on the E way, we way, ain’t no leeway
I let the semi spray each way, in broad day
You end up in a hallway
You peewee, this AR long way, it go the long way
E street, trappin’ E street, don’t go the wrong way
My bitch sing, that Nina sing, she sound just like Sade
My bitch sing, that Nina sing, she sound just like Sade
She sound just like Sade, she sound just like Sade
E street, trappin’ E street, don’t go the wrong way
My bitch sing, that Nina sing, she sound just like Sade

[Verse 1: Ashley All Day]
I got big bags, bitch you big mad
45 make it click clack, it smoke like a zigzag, uh
Gucci bag filled with them racks, face hella pretty with tatts
Yeah I be pushin’ them packs, hit a stain and I go relax
Oh, these lil’ bitches still wanna be me
20/20 vision and they still can’t see me
I might pull up with the gang, window down, let it bang
Hoggin’ lanes, cherry paint, get the fuck up out my way
I been sippin’ Bombay all day, smooth off a Rita like I’m Sade, gang gang

[Hook: Ashley All Day]
I got real way, I got real plays, bitch
Crime pays, I might get you paid
Road runnin’ on the E way, we way, ain’t no leeway
I let the semi spray each way, in broad day
You end up in a hallway
You peewee, this AR long way, it go the long way
E street, trappin’ E street, don’t go the wrong way
My bitch sing, that Nina sing, she sound just like Sade
My bitch sing, that Nina sing, she sound just like Sade
She sound just like Sade, she sound just like Sade
E street, trappin’ E street, don’t go the wrong way
My bitch sing, that Nina sing, she sound just like Sade