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Logic

Young Jesus

 

Young Jesus

(Album: The Incredible True Story - 2015)


[Logic (Big Lenbo):]
Yeah yeah, what up Bobby
(Like goddamn, like goddamn)
This that 9-5 shit right here
Take 'em back to the 90s!
(Like goddamn, like goddamn)
Yo yo yo yo yo, yo yo yo

[Logic:]
Okay now take a trip inside my mind like you was off to Venice
It's me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cooking like chemists
Take 'em back to way back when, like Dennis the Menace
Causing mayhem on the come up like a young apprentice
Smoking weed and getting higher than a flight attendant
Hip-hop descendant, gold Jesus on my pendant
Got to pull it out for everyone that's in attendance
Okay, back in the day as a College Park tenant
Still can't believe I didn't get a shorty pregnant
Man, that's the definition of a life sentence
A whole lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce
'Cause I couldn't keep it in my briefs, man that's pathetic
Fuck all that back and forth, this ain't a game of tennis
I'll be in my motherfucking chamber like the senate
Scared to go outside but I know I can't prevent it
I'm, forever alone in my mind (Yeah yeah)
See I'm a self-diagnosed hypochondriac
Either at the crib, or on the tour bus is where you'll find me at
Yeah, I know that I'm living like I got it okay, yeah
But I swear that I'm not that neurotic over here, yeah

Over here, over here
Over here, over here
Over here, over here
Over here, over here

[Big Lenbo (Logic):]
Ayo, fuck all that, it's the fat young Jesus; flow prestigious
Stacking money and playing the field man like Regis
Better believe us or leave us
Grabbing your bitch's cleavage like, "woo-hah"
I went from surveying to Super Saiyan slaying the man
Bitches want an autograph
I sign them titties in crayon, like goddamn!
(It's me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cooking like chemists)
(It's me and B-I, B-I, B-I-G L-N-B-O, L-N-B-O)
Posted in the club in baggy jeans and a beanie
Sipping on a martini, taking my pick at bitches like eenie meenie
I'm unscannable, young cannibal, eat wack MCs like Hannibal
'Cause Joe Pesci's my spirit animal

[Logic:]
Over here, over here
Over here, over here
Over here, over here
Over here, over here

[Logic (Big Lenbo):]
Okay the flow delicious, bounty hunting like Sid Vicious
The young Spiegel, interstellar with my retrieval
Furthest from evil, I throw this shit back like medieval
I spit at it like a Beretta
You know I get better by giving the people
Not a fuck given, check the method, that's how we living
Always been driven, out of sight and yet never hidden
"The Return of the Jedi"
Bitch I bet I do the show and catch a red eye
Ho I said I leave 'em dead, I know I do
This shit is (overdue, pass me the fifth and I'm coming through)
(The B-I-G L-E-N-B-O on the way to Rio)
(Ay dios mio, looking for a Latin Leo)
(To hold a brother down like the white man)
(Fuck that nigga)
Ayo enough's enough, man of my word, I never bluff
Even in a pair of cuffs, know we always keep it real
Like goddamn, don't even step like I ain't the man
I'm just (301 repping, second I step in Maryland)
(I gotta conceal it like a murder weapon)
I kept in the glove, Ratt Pack you know it's all love
We the realest so fuck you if you ain't feel this
Throw a Molotov in your crib
And tell them bitches to bill us, we the illest
Finger fuck a critic
Shit is darker than "The Chronicles of Riddick"
Yes I did it, while they bit it, you know we got it
(Smack you with the palm, save the back for your mom)
(Sound the alarm, you know we got it going on)

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