Rogue One

(album: Vinyl Days - 2022)

Ha, ha, hahaha
Dark
That's what we gon' do
When I say go, we gon' go
Huh (Yeah), go

Ready to kick it, give a fuck about a bitch
Was with 'em for a decade, now we off without a hitch
I don't give a fuck if your shit went platinum
You can't fathom how in the fuck I'mma combat 'em
We independent, pick up the mic and I'ma vent it
If I said, I meant it
Came from the bottom and I sent it
Now I think I'm a good father sending 'cause I was sonning rappers
Before I was a father, go figure
My cryptocurrency is in the seven figures
If you talking shit I roll up on you with like eleven my niggas
Ready to come and get us, fuck with us, it's me and all my hitters
Made a couple pop songs, made a hundred million, gross
Made a life for myself, for every night I need a toast
I was doing the most, said fuck rap, watch me ghost
I been raising my son, blazing for fun, basking in the rays of the sun in my face
Took a step back, damn, I think I finally found my happy place
They say it's not a sprint, I say "It's not a race"
Coming upping 'bout ten years ago, I felt so out of place
Shit was different, if you had beef, you did face to face
Check the pace, years fly like drum and bass
I've been whipping that Bronko bumping that "Murder was the Case"
Now I'm giving it up for the real motherfuckers that love rap, no cap
Retired for a minute, now I'm back, it's Logic

Logic
Oh-ha-ha
Oh-ha-ha
Oh-ha-ha
Ha, now back to that part, that other part, Logic
That part, right here, right here