logic – young sinatra iii lyrics
various listeners is wishing this death
don’t give a d-mn, i’m reppin’ young sinatra till my last breath
easily my darkest confession is lyrical agression
through indiscretion that triggers anti-depression
when addressin’ my profession in every session
the fact that i’m alive is such a blessing
sippin’ wine while these honeys undressin’
what i’m about to say is highly confidential
and in the music industry today, very essential
so bust out your pencil,
you can do it on your own
stop thinking that these labels is the ones that put you on
let’s change the topic,
who’s your favorite rapper?
i’m the top pick, ha
the flow is elegant, never irrelevant
how many times must i say this?
c-ck back and spray this, never delay this
i pray this, reaches the m-sses
and spread like cancer on they -sses
now, allow me to catch wreck, bust rhymes like tech
put me in your box and i destroy the deck
(life’s a b-tch and then you die
i used to bust tables, now i bust rhymes
life’s a b-tch and then you die
swear to god i’m the reincarnated young sinatra)
(uh, uh, uh yeah, yo)
whipin’ through cabo
in a
murcielago
dodging paparazzi with the finest dime i met in chicago
the baddest bobby soxer that you ever seen, reppin’ my team
real all the time
, so my squad keen, bing
dave, it’s me sinatra and my boy dean
the way we (winning) i can’t believe there isn’t a sheen
and pregnant women listen and they give birth to a fiend
i spit narcotic epidemic all up in your genes
in layman’s terms i disperse your verse
, you never seen
-ss-ssinate rappers the moment that they intervene
while you in the alley playing dice
i’m in the yacht contemplating plans for the next diamond heist
art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
i study every part of they mind and make my rhyme better than yours
elevated by being hated,
sleeping on the brother like they heavily sedated
some say i’m one in a million, i say i’m one of a kind
only c-cky when i rhyme,
i’m muhammad in his prime
[hook x2]
(life’s a b-tch and then you die
i used to bust tables, now i bust rhymes
life’s a b-tch and then you die
swear to god i’m the reincarnated young sinatra)
[verse 3]
yo, address the mic and start spillin’ like i hit the vein
back in the day they used to sleep on me like tryptophan
touchdown now the city screamin’ my name
i flow gunshots and break fingers just to shift the pane
the weather, hate em’, i levitate em’ like david blaine
black ops state of mind
play the game like campaign
b-mpin’ santana in a finest copacabana
in havana with a honey by the name of hannah
wearing nothing but a bandana
p-ssy wetter than louisiana
you know the deal, piece the milk bone, i keep it real
flyer than a man of steel,
motherf-cker how you feel, it’s logic
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