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[Intro: Logic]
Yeah, yeah
This that J Dilla right here
Badu, Indica Badu
Yeah, that’s right

[Verse 1: Logic]
Riding ’round the city with my homies blowing trees
Wavy like the seven seas
Living life, let me get it right
Let me give it a minute to get up in it like a beautiful independent woman finna’ make you wait to smash
Come now let me count this cash
Come now let me set this flash
Pockets fat like shorty ass
Jump in the whip gotta get this gas
Put that shit in drive, up live like ammunition
No permission needed
I proceeded to accelerate
Had days with hella’ hate
But gotta let that anger migrate
All this shit that’s on my plate
That food for thought that can’t be bought
But only taught and on the real know

[Chorus: Logic]
I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Nigga like we smoking all weekend
And I roll and smoke when I’m drinkin’
Tell them open that dope but don’t peek in
We be havin’ a OG Kush meetin’
If we smokin’ that dope it’s a reason
I sell love from the chiefin’
I be getting high when I wake up
And roll me one more ‘fore I’m sleeping
Man I be smoking so good that I be forgetting the past
It don’t even come to my house if it ain’t wrapped up in a turkey bag
We roll up the herb and laugh
Kick back, blowing zip
Take it on a plane, know I smoke the same when I’m on a trip
Niggas like me always got weed on ’em
Try to tell me that she don’t smoke later on she joinin’
Ain’t no point, no I’m back, keep going in
You been rolling with cats, you boring
I be bringing them stacks enormous
Section always in the back important
Bad bitch gorgeous, pack imported

[Chorus: Logic]
I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher

[Verse 3: Logic]
Uh
Yeah I’m finna get up in the feeling
Independent feeling like a boss
Roll a little something, smoke a little smoothing
Kick back and then floss
Chiefin’ that Indica in the cut
Tell my anxiety to get lost
Fuck a pill, only numb the pain
You know how much that shit cost?
I ain’t talking ’bout your pocket, no I am only talking about the mind
When the cannabis combine with the brain it be like everything you seen you seen the shine
Smoking that golden state, everything going great
Got a lot on my plate
Lotta city of complaints
Stacking money in the bank
This that RATTPACK and that Taylor Gang
They know the face and they know the name
I’m a married man with a bad wife
Never fuck around unless it’s Mary Jane
Come play the game
Honestly never the same
Just like my flow, got one for every occasion
Living the life so my life is amazing

[Chorus: Logic]
I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, ignite it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher
I’m smoking that fire
Running ’round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can’t get much higher
Word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, ignite it
Use the fire, ignite it I can’t get much higher

[Outro: Logic]
Yeah
And if you don’t know by now, I smoke weed
Hahahahhahaha
How Wiz gonna give me the verse
He ain’t gonna give me the laugh though
Hahaha
That shit iconic
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Indica Badu

[Verse 1]
Let me get up in this bitch like “What’s good, ho?”
Grippin’ this grain, I spit to release the pain
Pimpin’ ain’t a thang, what’s good
Hold up let me get it right
I been contemplating life
I been grindin’ on a fight
I been writin’ on a flight
Roll up on ’em like that Backwood
Better act good or get smacked good
I’m just tryna live life
I’m just tryna get right
Anybody got advice
I know I’m a workaholic but everybody gotta vice
I leave ’em diminished
And I do not know if you know that I am so
Ahead of my time that my whole motherfuckin’ discography’s already finished
The greatest alive, bitch I been it
Now go on your business can I get a witness
Been smoking and drinking a little bit
This level’s to the litness

[Pre-Chorus]
Pull up with that new-new in the driveway
So fast I double park that bitch sideways
When it comes to life I do it my way
Smoked out 180 on the highway
Yeah I’m sitting shotgun
Gotta let my shorty drive
I’m so alive, leave that pussy crucified

[Chorus]
It’s just you and I
You know it’s do or die
It’s just you and I
Girl you know it’s do or die (Made this shit right here for any season)
Do or die (Everybody know that it’s the reason)
It’s do or die (Made this shit right here for any season)
It’s do or die (Everybody know that it’s the reason)
This that right here do or die (Made this shit right here for any season)
(Everybody know that it’s the reason)
It’s do or die (Made this shit right here for any season)
(Everybody know that it’s the reason)

[Verse 2]
Hold up wait a minute bring it right back
Mix that real with that turn up call it BoomTrap
I ain’t heard no shit like this in so long
I don’t know how this right here could go wrong
This is my theme song, me and my team song
I got millions in the bank because my dream’s strong
I don’t sip the syrup, I got friends to lean on
But I get my green on, yes I get my green on
Pull up in this bitch and smoke a O
Like Woah, goddamn, yeah that boy he been on the low
About to blow, about to show
About to show ’em, I don’t know ’em
I don’t know ’em, no I don’t know ’em
I don’t know, I don’t
I vibe with ’em, I ride with ’em
If they down with me you know I die with ’em

[Pre-Chorus]
Pull up with that new-new in the driveway
So fast I double park that bitch sideways
When it comes to life I do it my way
Smoked out 180 on the highway
Yeah I’m sitting shotgun
Gotta let my shorty drive
I’m so alive, leave that pussy crucified

[Chorus]
It’s just you and I
You know it’s do or die
It’s just you and I
Girl you know it’s do or die (Made this shit right here for any season)
Do or die (Everybody know that it’s the reason)
It’s do or die (Made this shit right here for any season)
It’s do or die (Everybody know that it’s the reason)
This that right here do or die (Made this shit right here for any season)
(Everybody know that it’s the reason)
It’s do or die (Made this shit right here for any season)
(Everybody know that it’s the reason)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
The tunes on here? That shit sounds good
Let’s go
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Bitch, I’ve been blowin’ up (bitch, I’ve been blowin’ up)
Everyone showin’ up, where was you in the beginnin’?
I know that they’re showin’ up (know that they’re showin’ up)
Only come around and fuck with me when the boy winnin’
No, you do not know enough (you do not, you do not, you do not)
You do not know a thing about this life that I’m livin’
You’ve never been low enough (never been low enough)
Yeah I was born at the bottom
Everything I’m given now (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I’ve been blowin’ up (bitch, I’ve been blowin’ up)
Everyone showin’ up, where was you in the beginnin’?
I know that they’re showin’ up (know that they’re showin’ up)
Only come around and fuck with me when the boy winnin’
No, you do not know enough (you do not, you do not, you do not)
You do not know a thing about this life that I’m livin’
You’ve never been low enough (never been low)
Yeah I was born at the bottom, everything I’m given now (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Bobby, tell me who really ’bout it
Bitch, I got it, not a single person work harder than Bobby
Just wrote a novel, starrin’ in a movie
Built another business while you at the party
Ain’t one to flex, but yeah I’m finna flex
I just parked that new i8 right next to the Audi
Copped that G-Wagon right there for my shawty
Yeah, now they know the name, yeah, they know Bobby

[Refrain]
Yeah, get it like, get it like, get it like, get it like me, nah
Handout, palm up, you cannot get this shit here for free, nah
Bobby done put in that work, you gon’ pay me a fee, nah
I said Bobby been livin’ that life and you know, I said…

[Chorus]
Bitch, I’ve been blowin’ up (bitch I’ve been blowin’ up)
Everyone showin’ up, where was you in the beginnin’?
I know that they’re showin’ up (know that they’re showin’ up)
Only come around and fuck with me when the boy winnin’
No, you do not know enough (you do not, you do not, you do not)
You do not know a thing about this life that I’m livin’
You’ve never been low enough (never been low enough)
Yeah I was born at the bottom, everything I’m given now (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I’ve been blowin’ up (bitch I’ve been blowin’ up)
Everyone showin’ up, where was you in the beginnin’?
I know that they’re showin’ up (know that they’re showin’ up)
Only come around and fuck with me when the boy winnin’
No, you do not know enough (you do not, you do not, you do not)
You do not know a thing about this life that I’m livin’
You’ve never been low enough (never been low enough)
Yeah I was born at the bottom, everything I’m given now (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Let that bitch breathe
Most of these people can’t never ever comprehend all the shit that I’ve seen
I am polite than a mothafucka, but when I grip that mic I get mean
Come now, you know what I mean
Pepe done got the boy lean
Yeah you could doubt me, say what you want ’bout me
But I am a rappin’ machine
I do this shit for the team
Shit for the squad, I’m livin’ the dream
Yes I am livin’ the dream, hold up, wait up
Just can’t believe
Just can’t believe that my swag is on another level
Yeah, I keep it G
Matter of fact, I keep it, I keep it, I keep it, I keep it M
Turn that shit upside down, now it’s a W
No, no, ain’t nobody fuckin’ with him
Don’t matter who come stand next to me
Once I’m surrounded ain’t nobody fuckin’ with them
I am the best of the best of the best
Of the best of the best of the best like Men In Black
Greatest alive, bitch, I’ve been that
If you don’t agree, you’ll get kidnapped
Bitch slapped, thrown back like woo

[Refrain]
Yeah, get it like, get it like, get it like, get it like me, nah
Handout, palm up, you cannot get this shit here for free, nah
Bobby done put in that work, you gon’ pay me a fee, nah
I said Bobby been livin’ that life and you know, I said…

[Chorus]
Bitch, I’ve been blowin’ up (bitch I’ve been blowin’ up)
Everyone showin’ up, where was you in the beginnin’?
I know that they’re showin’ up (know that they’re showin’ up)
Only come around and fuck with me when the boy winnin’
No, you do not know enough (you do not, you do not, you do not)
You do not know a thing about this life that I’m livin’
You’ve never been low enough (never been low enough)
Yeah I was born at the bottom, everything I’m given now (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I’ve been blowin’ up (bitch I’ve been blowin’ up)
Everyone showin’ up, where was you in the beginnin’?
I know that they’re showin’ up (know that they’re showin’ up)
Only come around and fuck with me when the boy winnin’
No, you do not know enough (you do not, you do not, you do not)
You do not know a thing about this life that I’m livin’
You’ve never been low enough (never been low enough)
Yeah I was born at the bottom, everything I’m given now (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Logic]
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Bitch I’m the one I consistently prove
I stuck to the code like a finishing move
I hit a groove, that they can’t undo
And over the years all I did was improve (All I did)
Don Life, toss dice
On on my off night, I left the doubts and now I’m alright
I’m a new me, they haven’t seen this shit
Like Vader wearing all white
Like I detonate
You hold it down, I levitate
I like a woman that’s all-natural
I give her good energy and let it reciprocate
A young nigga that’s tryna innovate
As many ways as Em and Jay did Renegade
You niggas hold up, don’t get no closer
I try and told ya’ bitch, we the closest
High powers chose us, we never froze up
You lucky if you get to see us close up (Straight)
‘Cause people depending on me like (Ugh)
Tryna put a hit out on me, nah (Ugh)
How many times that shit went? None!
So blessed I might just make a whole gospel album
Perform at Sun Daze, till it’s time to rapture
Sean Don and Logic, instant classic

[Chorus: Logic]
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like

[Verse 2: Logic]
I’m finna tell it like it is
Game in a headlock like Stizz
Everybody know the deal
Yeah that boy, he keep it real
Higher than ever with no pill
I just updated my old deal
Told Def Jam no less than 20 mil’ And they cut that shit
Yeah, I been at it like “Wassup, bitch”
Put ya’ favorite rapper deep in a ditch
Ya’ favorite producer get murdered by 6ix
We touring the world from Japan to the six
Tryna get paid in full
Call me Syre, like Jaden, fool
Yeah, that’s the power of will (Woo!)
Yeah, that’s the power I feel!
I got so much in the bank
That I just called my lawyer to work on my will
Hold up, wait a second, chill
Hold up, wait a second, chill
Ugh, I’m into Maryland, DC, Virginia
Where J. Cole he needed a ‘Ville
Don’t do this shit for the thrill
Ugh, I am coming for the kill
Tell me how you want it
Got the pedal to the metal
I’m a gunner like a semi-automatic
I’m bringin’ the static
I had it, I had to get a unhooked like an addict
And yeah, I’m glad that it went through the way it did
Never thought the radio would play the kid
They never care, till you make it big
Now they say triple platinum
Finger fuck the people said that never would happen
Came a long way from the trap
Where they was cookin’ up crack
I’m still here Rattpack, keep it real here
Big boy money, Uncle Phil here
Only “Fresh Prints” in my pocket
I came from nothin’ no hater can stop it
Only the illest
You know that I got it
Sound of the Logic

[Chorus: Logic]
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like

[Intro]
Warm it up, warm it up
Warm it up, warm it up, warm it up
Warm it up, warm it up
Warm it up, warm it up, warm it up

[Verse 1]
It’s that Young Sinatra shit
Yeah, this that Young Sinatra shit
Shut the fuck up and listen whenever Young Sinatra spit
Yeah, your girl fine as hell
But she a Young Sinatra chick
Hey Bobby, how can you tell?
She on the Young Sinatra dick
All these rappers wack as fuck
Make the Young Sinatra sick
RattPack be the squad, that’s that Young Sinatra clique
Goddamn, said this the Young Sinatra clique, goddamn!
Listen, yeah—I’m visualizing the realism of life in actuality
Sense in me, fatality, yeah, this shit is my galaxy
I am who the baddest be
I’d rather be at academia
Killers, I’m be glad to be me
Magnify the shit like bifocal
Motherfuckers talk on the Internet
But in person they never vocal
Come to the hood and fuck you up if you prefer to be local
I’m local from Noho to Soho
Getting Gs like I’m Frodo, you know, hoe, I’m–
Blessed like Sunday, flyer than a runway
Lil’ Bobby never second-guessed that he gon’ make it one day
One–way or another, my brother, word to your mother
They should give me a badge ’cause I’m always under covers
Goddamn! I’m a miraculous man!
You know I get, I get it, I get it, I get it
The Young Sinatra spit it, rewind it, and rip it
I could murder your whole album with a 30-second snippet
Pass the Mary Jane like I’m runnin’ a train with Peter Parker
Until I have more sex in the city than Sarah Jessica Parker
The deeper and deeper I go, it get darker
They say they want the old me, they want the Young Sinatra back
The one that murder it, rip it up, no, never givin’ up on the almanac
Yeah, I’m all of that, fall back, like September again
Baskin’ these rappers so hard they won’t remember again
When it comes to hip-hop, bitch, I’m indigenous to this
It’s apparent I’m bearin’ down like a parent
When the beef is at stake, I’m Astros
My god-level lyricism surpass flows, I’m much more than fast flows
Money, talk, cash, hoes, greatest of levels–I’ve past those

[Chorus]
Fuck that rap shit, this that trap shit (Bobby!)
This world is my contraption (Bobby!)
I was born and raised in the trap, son (Bobby!)
Talk shit, get kidnapped, son (Bobby!)
I don’t really know why I rap, son (aye!)
Money in the bank, yeah, I got some (aye!)
Couple sports cars, yeah, I bought some (aye!)
Logic never flex, Bobby get it done! (aye!)
Yeah, y’all don’t really know where I come from (come now)
Talkin’ that shit, I’ma come for ’em (what’s good?)
Tell me what you really know about me right now
Anything I want, I get it somehow

[Verse 2]
Fuck that trap shit, this that rap shit
Give me the hand like John the Baptist
Ready to rip it, I hope in the captives
Greatest alive like I’m Cassius
I put ’em all in they caskets, they can’t see me get past it
I’m a bastard that mastered the flow
And none of y’all ready for this massacre, though
Fuck with Logic—yeah, that’s a no
Matter of fact, it’s not impossible, just highly improbable
Like, saying the police isn’t robbable
But I’m liable to walk up in the station in blue face
Like, “fuck the police!” Blue lives ain’t a race
Fuck whoever said this rap shit was never a race
This shit a marathon
Murder you motherfuckers and carry on
Claimin’ that you really ’bout this shit
You got your Jim Carrey on Liar Liar
I might crucify ya’
Number one ’til I die, will never retire
I am the messiah, I am the god of this shit
This is how we do it—yeah, I started this shit
Yes, I started this shit like–

[Chorus]
Fuck that rap shit, this that trap shit (Bobby!)
This world is my contraption (Bobby!)
I was born and raised in the trap, son (Bobby!)
Talk shit, get kidnapped, son (Bobby!)
I don’t really know why I rap, son (aye!)
Money in the bank, yeah, I got some (aye!)
Couple sports cars, yeah, I bought some (aye!)
Logic never flex, Bobby get it done! (aye!)
Yeah, y’all don’t really know where I come from (come now)
Talkin’ that shit, I’ma come for ’em (what’s good?)
Tell me what you really know about me right now
Anything I want, I get it somehow

[Outro]
You
You, you
You
You, you, you, you, you
You, you
You
You
You, you, you, you, you

You
You, you, you, you, you
You, you
You
You
You, you, you, you, you