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logxn rich - pregame part 2 lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1: logxn]
y’all got that beef sh-t, yeah that’s that cow manure
it is just like ya raps man flowin through the sewer
now i’ma let this go, but here’s a word of advice
don’t run ya mouth if ya crew can’t suffice
see my flow is fire, but i think my lyrics are colder
so i guess you could say that h-ll just froze over
you see i’m kinda clever, and we tighter than some leather
i’m not pressured by the pressure, cause i thrive in cold weather
my friends worried about me, say i’ve got it in the bag
you gotta light the game up if you tryna get a drag
like this my preparation just wait until i’m mad
bout to roast up on em, they some squares like they plaid
they callin me a vulture, say i’m not part of this art
but if you hear out my g*nius, i’ll be sounding like the bard
you just didn’t know me when we were back stealin cars
but i ain’t got no rap sheet, i keep it low, i play it smart
i think i’m claustrophobic, they just put me in a box
they say he’s a white kid, he ain’t gonna never be tha boss
but when ya’ll get my coffee, i’ll make sure to drip some sauce
and if you’re stopped in your tracks, then it’s me you came across
pregame, like pre fame
5 years from now, you’ll say look what he became
i’ll be runnin through the streets with billboards of my name
and i think i’m bout to snap, right now i’m still tame
they don’t even believe me, just wait until i do it
say you’re gonna get famous, well man i’ll beat chu to it
people keep tellin me that they about to shoot it
say they gon end my life, well man f-ckin prove it
i don’t want words, nah i want some f-ckin evidence
i’ll take this sh-t from wayne and just pray that i’m heaven sent
and i’m sorry to the goods, i know my lines just aren’t relevant
this my real life, the hostility so evident
i’m the only rapper in the 501 without respect
so everyday i climb the ladder, workin’ to the top deck
it’s just not workin’ out, i need to do another set
heard my team gettin’ threats? i say men don’t fret
pregamin’ hard, smoke comin out tha trunk
we just revvin’ up the game, drive shaft make a clunk
squad back together, we about to do our thing
we done all grown up but ain’t a d-mn thing change
i want everyone to know i’m tranquility bound
i ain’t lookin for a feud, i say we stay above the ground
i’m still searching for myself, i’m just try a find my sound
but i’m steadily progressing, pretty soon i will astound
i been shouting people out so i’ma keep the streak goin’
wanna be up in tha song, wanna stick a toe-in
they just wanna be a part but don’t have anything to throw in
shoutout nate, well that’s it, f-ck tha rest man, i’m growin
i would rather let it go but have to address
all these fiji f-ckboys somehow think that they the best
man y’all trippin, pickin’ battles across the map
you got some p-ss up in your hair you need to sit the f-ck back
you need to really think it over and just check up on the stats
like exposure is deleted but still beated run it up
january is king of everything, check the plays
you need to focus on your safety and stop dwelling on my name
i need some more emotion, i am so monotone
i got my mom’s laptop, a different borrowed microphone
and if you mad about any of the lines i just spoke
the offer’s still on the table, i’ll beat ya to a pulp

- logxn rich lyrics

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