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LOGIC : 24 Freestyle lyrics

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

LOGIC lyrics : "24 Freestyle"

Featuring: C Dot Castro, Jon Bellion & Quest

[Hook: Logic]

Feeling this villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling this villainous vibe


[Verse 1: QuEst]

Chip on my shoulder, $#&@ is you sayin' ?
Swear to God our fathers were playing ^!$$% relate a message
Breathless, every morning was forced to skip on breakfast

Mama told me don't let these peasants throw rocks at the king
Pawns tend to carry on with no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit, verbal

$#&@er wanna know Biggie was making certain while ^!$$%s was getting iffy
Heart is bigger than derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But $#&@ up and diss me, this %#@! will 360

And must I mention my body count?
It's murderous, to be humble
Murder is to be humble?

Ever heard of me stumble?
I was born in the jungle where ^!$$%s belly's will rumble
Get checked for thinking or mumble

But y'all still stuck on rap
$#&@ all that
I do this in my slumber, merely ventilation

Tryna stay afloat be on a boat %#@!
I swear that I'm lost inside of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I felt stifle, street's disciple

My raps are trifle, I shoot slugs for my...you get the picture
I was raised in Miami, ^!$$%s'll smack your coofie
Just for acting coochie, your goofy actions'll never move me

No sir, needy no ho, my homies ready to roll
Never the matter the chitter and chatter
I did it cause I can machete the flow

And comeback, here's a force fact
I'm not a dumb act, run that
Little punk rat, $#&@ it, Pun's back

In the middle of Little Havana
Holding a hammer outside with pajamas
Better watch your grammar around me

These haters surround me, I swear it's unnecessary
Gambino, you childish ^!$$%s could never see the %#@! that I do
VMG, yes ^!$$% VMG

Only competition that we see is TDE


Happy birthday to my [email protected][email protected] doe

[Verse 2: C Dot Castro]
Imma be the guy that rap slow, sike nah

Dictating (*##$es and smoking Cubans I'm Castro
My life is like the movie, and I'll be the director
And just to get a small role, got (*##$es acting extra

I wrote this verse in one minute cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from (*##$es that's dumb fine
Got punchlines like prom with the, world on my palm

I knew that we would blow up cause (*##$ we be the bomb
Rattpack out to get the cheese, drop a verse get fifty Gs
Hit the studio drunk as $#&@ but still drop a verse with ease

I don't give a $#&@
(*##$ you know the flow is second nature
With no pen and paper break it down disintegrate a hater, wassup



[Verse 3: Jon Bellion]

Let's have a money conversation
Four hundred thousand from Eminem that's a payment
Kennedy Reagans presidential arrangement

Please don't let this Pop kid take it back to the [email protected]&(t
I'm still here screaming Beautiful Mind
Sick of the noodles of rhyme in all my cubical grind
So I just grew and decided to put you in your spot
Ooodles and boodles of blue bags from Louis Vuitton

Getting money with lawyers we have a Jew of a time
With liquor in a Poland Spring like a Junior at prom
Yes I chose to pop charts I'm doing the crime
And that just means I'm $#&@ing dope to you and your mom
Working in the summer, AC on freezing

Working in the winter like I got no heaters
Spring rolls at the damn four seasons
In the red October screaming thank you Yeezus


(Finish him!)

[Verse 4: Logic]
Feeling this villainous vibe

Chilling with me and my Tribe
Gotta spit this to survive
How long have I been alive?
Twenty-four years and counting not including my momma womb
I'm here in the lab, and I'll be here until the tomb
Album coming soon watch the Rattpack consume

I've been on that real %#@!
That fun %#@!
Spit artillery, like a gunship
V's up we run %#@!
Don't come around with that dumb %#@! it's scandalous
In the studio in Los Angeles
At No I.D. spot hit you with the heat rock [email protected]#$

With Bobby on the board everybody on the floor
Hold up let me take a breath here come more
This a freestyle let me redirect my intellect
Drop this %#@! just for fun, it's all over the internet
Cause (*##$ I'm in effect
Wait hold up, y'all did get the Memo?
You Lumbergh rappers is Initech

(*##$ I've been a fact
Hit you like Hiroshima then intercept
Check it yo
See now all the real fans know that the album goin be crazy
Spit it off the top and get dirty like Pat Swayze
From the cover of XXL
$#&@ around and then propel

Tour coming soon man I know the tickets finna sell
Really, coming for everybody's Achilles
Put my own money into this album, like half a millie
It's Logic, coming for their neck no disrespect
I did this %#@! in two minutes or less
Spent a year on the album, who knows what to expect (Sinatra)
Spent a year on the album, who knows what to expect

This is Logic

(Flawless Victory)
Happy birthday to me mother$#&@er
It's my birthday !


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