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warm it up warm it up
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logic as young sinatra
it’s that young sinatra shit yeah that’s that young sinatra shit
shut the fuck up and listen whenever young sinatra spit
yeah your girl fine as hell but she a young sinatra chick
hey bobby how can you tell she on the young sinatra dick
all these rappers wack as fuck make the young sinatra sick
rattpack be the squad that’s that young sinatra clique
goddamn said this the young sinatra clique goddamn
listen yeahim visualizing the realism of life in actuality
step to me fatality yeah this shit is my galaxy
i am who the baddest be i’d rather be at the academy
killers i’m be glad to be me magnify the shit like bifocal
motherfuckers talk on the internet but in person they never vocal
come to the hood and fuck you up if you prefer to be local
i’m loco from noho to soho
gettin’ cheese like a photo you know ho
i’m blessed like sunday flyer than a runway
lil’ bobby never secondguessed that he gon’ make it one day
oneway or another my brother word to your mother
they should give me a badge ’cause i’m always under covers
goddamn i’m a miraculous man
you know i get i get it i get it i get it
the young sinatra spit it rewind it and rip it
i could murder your whole album with a 0second snippet
pass the mary jane like i’m runnin’ a train with peter parker
on tour i have more sex in the city than sarah jessica parker
the deeper and deeper i go it get darker
they say they want the old me they want the young sinatra back
the one that murder it rip it up no never givin’ up ’round the almanac
yeah i’m all of that fall back like september again
bashin’ these rappers so hard they won’t remember again
when it comes to hiphop bitch i’m indigenous to this
it’s apparent i’m bearin’ down like a parent
when the beef is at stake i’m mastro’s
my godlevel lyricism surpass flows i’m much more than fast flows
money talk cash knows greatest of levelsi’ve passed those
logic as bobby tarantino
fuck that rap shit this that trap shit bobby
this world is my contraption bobby
i was born and raised in the trap son bobby
talk shit get kidnapped son bobby
i don’t really know why i rap son ay
money in the bank yeah i got some ay
couple sports cars yeah i bought some ay
logic never flex bobby get it done ay
yeah y’all don’t really know where i come from come now
talkin’ that shit i’ma come for ’em what’s good
tell me what you really know about me right now
anything i want i get it somehow
logic as young sinatra
fuck that trap shit this that rap shit
give me the head like john the baptist
ready to rip it i hope in the captives
greatest alive like i’m cassius
i put ’em all in they caskets they can’t seem to get past it
i’m a bastard that mastered the flow
and none of y’all ready for the massacre though
fuck with logic yeah that’s a no
matter of fact it’s not impossible just highly improbable
like saying the police isn’t robbable
but i’m liable to walk up in the station in blueface
like fuck the policeblue lives ain’t a race
fuck whoever said this rap shit was never a race
this shit a marathon
murder you motherfuckers and carry on
claimin’ that you really ’bout this shit
you got your jim carrey on
liar liar i might crucify ya
number one till i die will never retire
i am the messiah i am the god of this shit
this is how we do ityeah i started this shit
yes i started this shit like
logic as bobby tarantino
fuck that rap shit this that trap shit bobby
this world is my contraption bobby
i was born and raised in the trap son bobby
talk shit get kidnapped son bobby
i don’t really know why i rap son ay
money in the bank yeah i got some ay
couple sports cars yeah i bought some ay
logic never flex bobby get it done ay
yeah y’all don’t really know where i come from come now
talkin’ that shit i’ma come for ’em what’s good
tell me what you really know about me right now
anything i want i get it somehow
youyou you
youyou you you you you
you youyou
youyou you you you you
youyou you you you you
you youyou
youyou you you you you
Artist: Logic Featuring Young Sinatra
Year: 2018
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 471