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Logic( Sir Robert Bryson Hall II )

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Logic( Sir Robert Bryson Hall II )

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Yeah, livin' life like this

Gotta paint a picture when I write like this

Tales from my hood, not a sight like this

Where they up to no good on a night like this

And they murder motherfuckers just cause

Type of shit I see and probably wonder what it was

I was in the crib, just sitting on the rug

Basedheads coming through looking for the plug

Now, born and raised in my area

Beautiful body by night, that's hysteria

Fuck around and bury ya tonight

Ridin' with my homies on sight

Momma told me to come in at night

Now I really gotta go, but they never know

Living life to the fullest, I got to blow

Po-po finna bust in the door, we got blow in the crib

In the kitchen over there next to the baby with the bib

God damn, what it feel like, middle of the night

Waking up, scared for my life

Never had the heat, just a knife and the gat

Going blat like that

Guarantee you it's a wrap, put you on your back

Run it back like that

Just breathe, why did mama grieve

Bullet to the dome making her leave

Got to leave for the premises, to murder my nemesis

No, no, uh, uh

Just stop, stop, stop

'fore they even call the cops

Do it for the money and the bitches and the drugs and the props

Tell me why another body even got to drop

Get shot off top for some shit that was gang related

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Living life like this, hope little Bobby never fight like this

Slap a motherfucker with a knife like this

All about the money on a night like this

Run up in the crib, put a bullet in your rib

Got a lot to give but I never had the chance

Never had the chance, yeah

Stay strapped, but I hate it when I take it out

If you want it Imma lay it out

Hope my little brother make it out

Every night what I pray about

What I pray about, check it uh yeah

Got a son on the way

But I cling to the streets even though I want to run away

I imagine a better life

Where I never had a debt in life

Hit you with the- in the dead of night

Selling crack to my own pops

Pushing this weight on my own block

If I sell a brick I can buy a house

If they find a key they might lock me up

But I take the chance cause I need that shit and don't give a fuck

Take the chance cause I need that shit and don't give a fuck

Get down, lay down

Hit you with the Beretta and you better stay down

Straight shots on the playground

Living how I'm living with the life that I'm given

Anybody that's riding with me, I'm riding with them

Show me the enemy and Imma hit em

The second I bit em I get em and hit em with the venom

Ain't no need to pretend Imma never do it

I knew it, all ready been through it

I do it for the street, for the fam, for the life

Anybody that's gang related

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