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Logic

Stewie Griffin

 

Stewie Griffin

(álbum: Young Sinatra - 2011)


[Stewie Griffin (Brian Griffin) {Girl}:]
{Logic taught me}
"So, uh... it's been twenty-four hours. Got my money?"
("Oh... uh, you know what, just give me 'til next Friday. I'll have it for you.")
"Oh-oh, uh, that's funny. I could've sworn I said 'Have it today'?"
("Yeah... I don't have it, sorry.")
"Oh. Well alright then...
Yeah, that's what happens man!"

[Logic:]
I'm Stewie Griffin
And this game is Brian
Beating the hell out of em'
Trying, to get this money
Check the statistics
The chances of me blowing up are far from realistic
Fuck it, I'll risk it
To have a chance at fame, I'd never miss it
I know I'm gonna be famous 'cause my friends and family insisted
Been on the low, concealing my shit just like a biscuit
But it's time to let off, set off, break this bread off
Bitches I'm coming and I ain't finna pull out
All I do is get this money
Cut these records and cool out
My favorite night of the week to perform is Friday
But I kinda see it as Louis Vuitton day
'Cause when I step up on the stage
I'm snatching mics like Kanye
Too swift to book me for the night
That's Andre
Three stacks, I do it big
Take no relax, I'm spitting the facts
Catch me in the booth, dropping tracks
Yeah they talking 'bout me
Yeah, I know they talking 'bout me
Yeah I know they talking 'bout me but
Never face to face, they evade it
By rappers I'm hated
Because I'm fly, while they just levitated
As the hating escalated
My flow, it just elevated
Bitches I made it

Young Jedi, all I do is stack bread
I said I be in the crib bumping Red Hot Chili Peppers
This right here for all my city reppers
Fly talker, sky walker, get gritty reppers
Follow your dreams, this life ain't what it seems
They used to tell me I'd never make it
Now my flow streams
Across the world, spit lyrics, let them unfurl
Poetic rhetoric my girl
Got my mind playing tricks on me
My eyes is closed, the ice is froze, I got it
Hip-hop was never dead, but it was falling
And I caught it
The way I process chips, you think my brain's robotic
Fucking with bitches overseas 'cause the pussy's exotic
I went from switching lanes in the rain
To switching planes with dames
Popping champagne, spitting game, and getting brain

[Stewie Griffin:]
"Don't bring that trash in here. This is my house!"

feito

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