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Logic

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Intro 1

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Verse 1

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Everybody

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know I be

Everybody know I be (yeah)

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Yeah

Verse 2
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Everybody know I be,
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in the club VIP (sike not me)
Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine
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I'ma give her that D
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Out   with the homies, I be
Sippin' on somethin', oh shit,
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I might need an IV
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E E 
 
Permanently, permanently
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Ayy, goddamn these bitches is thirsty
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They see a rapper but they ignore the band
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I  ain't talkin' 'bout musicians
you stupid bitch
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Talkin' about what's on my hand
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Bitch I been at it, in it for a minute
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This all been a part of my plan
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Sold millions of records before the radio
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Damn, it feel good to be the man

Verse 3
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Ay, everybody know I be,
E E 
 
D D 
 
in the club VIP (sike not me)
Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine
E E 
 
I'ma give her that D
F#m F#m 
 
Out   with the homies, I be
Sippin' on somethin', oh shit,
E E 
 
I might need an IV
D D 
 
E E 
 
Permanently, permanently
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Goddamn these bitches is thirsty
E E 
 
They see a rapper but they ignore the band
D D 
 
I  ain't talkin' 'bout musicians,
you stupid bitch
E E 
 
Talkin' about what's on my hand
F#m F#m 
 
Bitch I been at it, in it for a minute
E E 
 
This all been a part of my plan
D D 
 
Sold millions of records before the radio
E E 
 
F#m F#m 
 
Damn, it feel good to be the man

Verse 4
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Everybody know I be,
E E 
 
D D 
 
in the club VIP (sike not me)
Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine
E E 
 
I'ma give her that D
F#m F#m 
 
Out with the homies, I be
Sippin' on somethin', oh shit,
E E 
 
I might need an IV
D D 
 
Permanently,

Interlude 1

permanently

Verse 5
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Oh  no Bobby,
don't do 'em like that
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You gon' fuck around and leave
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'em ruined like that
RattPack the gang,
they all on my back
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RattPack the gang, we do it like that
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No, don't do 'em like that
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You gon' fuck around and leave
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'em ruined like that
RattPack the gang,
they all on my back
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RattPack the gang,
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we do it like that (yeah, uh)
The illest that bring it the realest Bitch, I came to kill this

Verse 6
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They can
never bear me just
the homies and me
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Now we the Grammyfamily
You made a couple million,
that's it, it's gross
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My net is  30, my record clean,
my flow is dirty
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Right, real G's move in silence like
Who the common denominator?
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Fuck around and bomb a hater
My flow greater,
heart darker than Darth Vader
Check the data,
matter of fact check the state of mind
After I'm finished,
these rappers ain't in a state to rhyme
Straight to your mind now
Feel this shit like it's some Braille
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Way too heavy for the scale
All I know about is bars like
I couldn't make the bail
It ain't never room to fail
Only growing and prevail
When my anxiety rise and I
feel like I'm in hell
Take a moment and inhale
Count to five then exhale
Then we run that motherfucker
like a marathon
Hits, motherfucker, hits,
yeah we 'bout that Barry Bonds
Brace yourself, you can't retain me
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All that shit you talkin' out your mouth
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just won't sus tain me
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Logic pickin' up the slack like denim
Spit it with venom
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Never pretend to be somethin'
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that I'm not
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And you ain't shit when you stand
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next to me
No kiddin' like vasectomy
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Step to me, throw dis respect to me and
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I'll rearrange your trajectory
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Black and white like a piano
and I am proud to be
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And fuck whoever tell me that
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I'm not allowed to be
I am me, I'm a man
Can I live? Goddamn
Yeah, I guess this shit right here
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is just all a part of the plan
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Haters gon' hate,
that's the motherfuckin' sayin'
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So much plaque up on
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my wall I need a dentist
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From Maryland to Venice,
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this shit is worldwide
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Step up to the mic and it's a homicide

Verse 7
Eb Eb 
 
Oh  no Bobby,
don't do 'em like that
Gm Gm 
 
You gon' fuck around and leave
Eb Eb 
 
'em ruined like that
RattPack the gang,
they all on my back
Gm Gm 
 
RattPack the gang, we do it like that
Eb Eb 
 
No, don't do 'em like that
Gm Gm 
 
You gon' fuck around and leave
Eb Eb 
 
'em ruined like that
RattPack the gang, they all on my back
Gm Gm 
 
RattPack the gang,
Eb Eb 
 
we do it like that