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letra de favela - logic

[intro]
ok
take 113
also i wanna say yeah this is crazy
right
okay this is starting on line 1 with thomas on 5th of october here we go

[verse]
heavy is the neck that wears the chain
gripping this grain
tryna maintain
feeling this weed through the blood to my brain
writing these lyrics in the back of the train
tryna sustain
through the pain
been smoking and drinking a little more than i should
and i would do better but i’m human
eyes on me like i’m truman
escape through the page
contemplating my age
poetic justice
for those who trust us
i ain’t tryna beat em no we just us
watch the gat bust
we get bread you get crust
love is a must
world wе live in is f-cked up
switch the position
on anothеr mission
now peep diction
it’s far from fiction
far from accessible
want beef? end up like a vegetable
a hundred and fifty thousand people is at the festival
black proud and louder than decibels
bullsh-t no i’m not susceptible
it’s not acceptable
the b-tch in me is undetectable
i’m too respectable
conceptual my albums be
in the studio til round about three
never paid a fee
you f-ckin with me? get it for free
now let it breathe
murdering it with ease
peep the prestige
i spit degrees
your sh-t freeze

rappin’ from dawn ’til dusk, you know in dilla we trust
hits never went to my head, i was never concussed
givin’ no f-cks, bumpin’ busta genesis
waitin’ for the first of the month and all of its benefits
life been a b-tch, chillin’ with mad eleven, tryna get richer
rather get richer, f-ck the paper talkin’, bigger picture
comin’ to get ya, now let me hit ya wit’ that throwback
the illest memories, ps3 when grenades was gettin’ thrown back
modern warfare 2 at the favela
was my escape when i wasn’t scrubbin’ floors like cinderella
no glass slipper, pass me the mic, i go jack the ripper
i’m sicker than covid-20, f-ck all the money
i’m doin’ it how i’ve been doin’ it, ain’t n0body takin’ it from me
i grew up five hundred and fifteen miles from seven mile
but this beat got me feelin’ slummy, dummy, ay listen
i never passed 10th grade but i still get the rent paid

bust through the door then rush through
gettin’ this bread ’cause the people f-ck with it
your whole sh-t’s stale, wouldn’t feed ducks with it
i make firm decisions like a legend stater
my briefcase italian leather, my loafers is alligator
my bank account is greater but none of them numbers define me
f-ck rap, put it behind me, don’t try me, y’all too grimy
smokin’ cigs after dark, we call it nic at night
spark the blunt, watch the bic ignite, f-ck your life
think you could body me, b-tch?
you couldn’t even limb me, i’m smokin’ dope like a chimney
i been me

- logic

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