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Yeah, yeah (Funkmaster Flex)
Actually, that, that was pretty dope, man (ayo)
Can't even lie
Ayo, I got game, plenty
Talk shit, reload the semi
Mafia shit with Juicy J sippin' Henny
I got Mastro money, boy, your pockets on Denny's
I hit the beat machine, get cream for the whole team
Supply the fiends
Dollar bills by any means
Average person be committed if they've seen the shit I've seen
It's like my life was written through a murder scene
Even in my early teens
I saw a guy on the corner gettin' high
When a stray bullet from a drive-by blew his brains through his right eye
Some people cautious, but I'm Cassius (yes)
Motherf*ck who rhyme the fastest (woo)
I made it through the light despite how dark my past is, what?
Hip-hop, baby, body rockin', you know what it is
Shit hard
Dark
Haha, you should be concerned
Yeah, yeah, motherf*cker, you know it's me (you should)
Smoking back-to-back Dutches
My finger just inches off the button that'll turn your f*ckin' body into stuffing
Dressed like I'm doing construction
Off one leg, jump through the f*ckin' window of the Hellcat like it's nothing now
At that speed, I can easily be mistaken for Jet Li
Don't interrupt my feng shui
Get left in the fridge where they hang meat
My bitch'll kick you with strange feet
A thousand roses expertly engraved into the handle of the heat
Carved ice and pre-Colombian queens
Jackson Heights, rock Colombia, boo
GUESS jeans, smoke drugs, all mezzanine
Way before a motherf*cker ever turned seventeen
I'll leave you in the heaven scene
Staring at the roof of the chapel, I showed you mercy
Could've been in soup or a taco
My Porsche colder than a bowl of gazpacho
Commemorate me with a statue
F*ck the world, written on the tattoo
Man, I be smokin' mad shit, that's why I'm silly (stupid)
Motherf*cker, you know it's me
Logic - In my lifetime Lyrics
Logic - In my lifetime Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah (Funkmaster Flex)
Actually, that, that was pretty dope, man (ayo)
Can't even lie
Ayo, I got game, plenty
Talk shit, reload the semi
Mafia shit with Juicy J sippin' Henny
I got Mastro money, boy, your pockets on Denny's
I hit the beat machine, get cream for the whole team
Supply the fiends
Dollar bills by any means
Average person be committed if they've seen the shit I've seen
It's like my life was written through a murder scene
Even in my early teens
I saw a guy on the corner gettin' high
When a stray bullet from a drive-by blew his brains through his right eye
Some people cautious, but I'm Cassius (yes)
Motherf*ck who rhyme the fastest (woo)
I made it through the light despite how dark my past is, what?
Hip-hop, baby, body rockin', you know what it is
Shit hard
Dark
Haha, you should be concerned
Yeah, yeah, motherf*cker, you know it's me (you should)
Smoking back-to-back Dutches
My finger just inches off the button that'll turn your f*ckin' body into stuffing
Dressed like I'm doing construction
Off one leg, jump through the f*ckin' window of the Hellcat like it's nothing now
At that speed, I can easily be mistaken for Jet Li
Don't interrupt my feng shui
Get left in the fridge where they hang meat
My bitch'll kick you with strange feet
A thousand roses expertly engraved into the handle of the heat
Carved ice and pre-Colombian queens
Jackson Heights, rock Colombia, boo
GUESS jeans, smoke drugs, all mezzanine
Way before a motherf*cker ever turned seventeen
I'll leave you in the heaven scene
Staring at the roof of the chapel, I showed you mercy
Could've been in soup or a taco
My Porsche colder than a bowl of gazpacho
Commemorate me with a statue
F*ck the world, written on the tattoo
Man, I be smokin' mad shit, that's why I'm silly (stupid)
Motherf*cker, you know it's me
Yeah, yeah (Funkmaster Flex)
Actually, that, that was pretty dope, man (ayo)
Can't even lie
Ayo, I got game, plenty
Talk shit, reload the semi
Mafia shit with Juicy J sippin' Henny
I got Mastro money, boy, your pockets on Denny's
I hit the beat machine, get cream for the whole team
Supply the fiends
Dollar bills by any means
Average person be committed if they've seen the shit I've seen
It's like my life was written through a murder scene
Even in my early teens
I saw a guy on the corner gettin' high
When a stray bullet from a drive-by blew his brains through his right eye
Some people cautious, but I'm Cassius (yes)
Motherf*ck who rhyme the fastest (woo)
I made it through the light despite how dark my past is, what?
Hip-hop, baby, body rockin', you know what it is
Shit hard
Dark
Haha, you should be concerned
Yeah, yeah, motherf*cker, you know it's me (you should)
Smoking back-to-back Dutches
My finger just inches off the button that'll turn your f*ckin' body into stuffing
Dressed like I'm doing construction
Off one leg, jump through the f*ckin' window of the Hellcat like it's nothing now
At that speed, I can easily be mistaken for Jet Li
Don't interrupt my feng shui
Get left in the fridge where they hang meat
My bitch'll kick you with strange feet
A thousand roses expertly engraved into the handle of the heat
Carved ice and pre-Colombian queens
Jackson Heights, rock Colombia, boo
GUESS jeans, smoke drugs, all mezzanine
Way before a motherf*cker ever turned seventeen
I'll leave you in the heaven scene
Staring at the roof of the chapel, I showed you mercy
Could've been in soup or a taco
My Porsche colder than a bowl of gazpacho
Commemorate me with a statue
F*ck the world, written on the tattoo
Man, I be smokin' mad shit, that's why I'm silly (stupid)
Motherf*cker, you know it's me
Writer: Robert Bryson Hall II, Ariyan Arslani, Kourosh Yaghmaei
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group