Freestyle Fridays Vol. 1 – Logic (feat. John Lindahl)
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[Logic:] Think about kids, think about bills Think about how to maintain these meals Think about youth on drugs and pills Tryna’ remember just how that shit feel Broke as hell and try to get a deal But now that I made it, it don’t feel real Like it’s gon’ fall away, and I’ma wake up homeless in the Holloway Growing up never ever had a holiday, now I’m like Halliday From “Ready Player One” son How I used to think about it, how you used to think son Think about hoes, think about clothes Wish that I had like six zero’s Hit up the club through belly does Dollar, dollar bills and bank loans Wanna’ be loved, just wanna’ be celebrated If I elevated they would never hate it I’m a renegade it So they love me, so they want me, so they bump me in they whip Imma’ go platinum from rapping You hear me, I’m snapping and killin’ this shit Murder em’ all, some villainous shit Murder em’ all, some villainous shit Like, Like, Like
[John Lindahl & Logic:] What you doing, what you thinking, what’s been on yo mind Are you grinding, are you rhyming Spending all your time In the studio they don’t know what you feelin’ inside Gotta’ get it all of your chest What you doing, what you thinking, what’s been on yo mind Are you grinding, are you rhyming