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Logic - Rogue One Lyrics



Logic - Rogue One Lyrics
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Ha, man, ha, hahaha
(Funkmaster Flex)
Dark
This what we gon' do
When I say go, we gon' go
Huh (yeah), go

Ready to kick it, give a f*ck about a bitch
Was with 'em for a decade, now we off without a hitch
I don't give a f*ck if your shit went platinum
You can't fathom how in the f*ck I'ma combat 'em
We independent, pick up the mic and I'ma vent it
If I said, I meant it
Came from the bottom and ascended
Now I think I'm a good father figure 'cause I was sonnin' rappers
Before I was a father, go figure
My cryptocurrency is in the seven figures
If you talking shit, I roll up on you with like eleven my niggas
Ready to come and get us, f*ck with us, it's me and all my hitters
Made a couple pop songs, made a hundred million, gross
Made a life for myself, for every night I need a toast
I was doing the most, said f*ck rap, watch me ghost
I been raising my son, blazing for fun, baskin' in the rays of the sun on my face
Took a step back, damn, I think I finally found my happy place
They say it's not a sprint, I say, "It's not a race"
Comin' up and 'bout ten years ago, I felt so out of place
Shit was different, if you had beef, you did face to face
Check the pace, years fly like drum and bass
I've been whippin' that Bronko bumpin' that "Murder was the Case"
Now I'm givin' it up for the real motherf*ckers that love rap, no cap
Retired for a minute, now I'm back, it's Logic

Logic
Oh-ha-ha
Oh-ha-ha
Oh-ha-ha
Ha, now back to that part, that other part, Logic
That part, right here, right here
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Ha, man, ha, hahaha
(Funkmaster Flex)
Dark
This what we gon' do
When I say go, we gon' go
Huh (yeah), go

Ready to kick it, give a f*ck about a bitch
Was with 'em for a decade, now we off without a hitch
I don't give a f*ck if your shit went platinum
You can't fathom how in the f*ck I'ma combat 'em
We independent, pick up the mic and I'ma vent it
If I said, I meant it
Came from the bottom and ascended
Now I think I'm a good father figure 'cause I was sonnin' rappers
Before I was a father, go figure
My cryptocurrency is in the seven figures
If you talking shit, I roll up on you with like eleven my niggas
Ready to come and get us, f*ck with us, it's me and all my hitters
Made a couple pop songs, made a hundred million, gross
Made a life for myself, for every night I need a toast
I was doing the most, said f*ck rap, watch me ghost
I been raising my son, blazing for fun, baskin' in the rays of the sun on my face
Took a step back, damn, I think I finally found my happy place
They say it's not a sprint, I say, "It's not a race"
Comin' up and 'bout ten years ago, I felt so out of place
Shit was different, if you had beef, you did face to face
Check the pace, years fly like drum and bass
I've been whippin' that Bronko bumpin' that "Murder was the Case"
Now I'm givin' it up for the real motherf*ckers that love rap, no cap
Retired for a minute, now I'm back, it's Logic

Logic
Oh-ha-ha
Oh-ha-ha
Oh-ha-ha
Ha, now back to that part, that other part, Logic
That part, right here, right here
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Writer: Clayton C. Gunnels, Clyde Stubblefield, Darrell Jamison, Frank Waddy, James Brown, John Griggs, Phelps Catfish Collins, Robert Hall, Robert Mc Collough, William Earl Collins
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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