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letra de the return - logic

[intro]
satisfied
satisfied
yeah yeah, yeah
satisfied has come to you
sinatra
big pepe
satisfied
oh, you got the studio shoutout
satisfied
you feelin’ good about yourself right now, huh?
satisfied it has come to you (6ix)

[verse 1]
hold up let me get up in it now
b-tch, i’m here to win it now
l-o-g-i-c, i’m feeling free, i’m finna bring it now
if you know the words take a step back and sing it now
never thought i’d have to, but i keep the windows tinted now
like, la-di-da-di, who got the keys to my audi?
last time i said, it went viral, i don’t f-ck with n-body
and i don’t f-ck with you, you, them, her and him too
’cause none of y’all know a f-cking thing ’bout what i been through
and all that superficial sh-t you love i’m just not into
and when it comes to gettin’ deep in this rap sh-t i’ve been to
like the p-ssy, don’t push me
i ain’t no k!ller, but you know the rest
you think i caught the holy spirit how i’m feelin’ blessed
ain’t no contest to all this wack sh-t, it just no test
step and get laid to rest, boy, step and get laid to rest
and ain’t no “s” on my chest but i’m still gunnin’
while half of these motherf-ckers still runnin’
i’ve learned everything i’ve attained and they still ‘front him
like god d-mn, i’m the motherf-ckin’ man
used to call you a hater, you a motherf-ckin’ stan
ain’t n-body built himself a brand like me
i ain’t signed a shoe deal ’cause i’m waitin’ for nike
to recognize all these youngins wanna be just like me
cut the check for 20 million right now and we might see
everybody rockin’ my kicks, preachin’ positivity
i get up, i get up

[chorus]
i get up, when i’m down
had enough, almost drowned, when sh-t rough
i get tough and when i’m beaten to the ground
i get up, i get up
i get up, uh, uh
i get up, uh, uh
i get up, when i’m down
had enough, almost drowned, when sh-t rough
i get tough and when i’m beaten to the ground
i get up, i get up
i get up, uh, uh
i get up, uh, uh
i get up

[verse 2]
never address me as “robert” unless it’s about that dinero
far from a hero, i ain’t never savin’ hoes
i’m not defined by these clothes, and zeros
it don’t matter if you got six dollars or six figures on the creep
’cause in the end we all six feet deep
meanwhile, i’ll be immortalized on the 6ix beat
flashbacks and havin’ visions way back in g’burg
every single one of my homies and me work
cuttin’ had to get up out it, make a hit, forget about it
youngin’ wit’ a dream but n-body gave a sh-t about it
ten years later pick up a pen, write a hit about it
and back then i thought i’d be defined by how good i rhyme
not like these rappers with sh-t flows, but look good online
not made to feel bad for speakin’ bout this sh-t on my mind
or called a f-ggot or n-gg-r or cracker who wish he was blacker
i wish i could face my h-m-phobic, racist attacker and smack the sh-t outta they -ss as peaceful is possible
it’s highly improbable, it’s stoppable
but still, way too many people feel how i feel
that’s on the real, on the real, on the motherf-ckin’ real

[verse 3]
ayo motherf-ckin’ trump said that sh-t on my last alb-m but you wasn’t tapping in
f-ck a mumble let’s make america rap again
industry don’t give a f-ck about rap or what’s happenin’
f-ck a hype beast, b-tch, now who seein’ me?
n-body reports the music, this sh-t, this rap tmz
nowadays everyone divided, so i collided with headlines to preach that
go ‘head now boy and preach that
wash my hands of this negativity, word to three stacks
so fresh, so clean, who the illest on the scene?
wu-tang, get the cream
sinatra ‘gon reign supreme
hoping your mental get out your feelins like dental
this sh-t is consequential, lightin’ a fire to the game
can you rappers fill the flame? nah, this sh-t won’t be the same
f-ck a rap beef, i promise i want all of y’all to prosper
but deep down you know it’s only ‘gon be one mufasa
i’m the king, f-ck the bling, but just might make you kiss the ring
all these rappers i came up on, i surp-ssed on, i know it sting now
don’t try to twist my words and turn that into some sh-t
i love all you motherf-ckers, just want to hear you spit
dropped my last sh-t, the whole wide world applauded it
game still ain’t giving me my credit so i’ma audit it
i’m heartless like kanye in ’08
yeah that’s word to no i.d
now they all know who i be
i’m callin’ out jay-z to jump up on the track with me and smack the whole industry
show ’em what that real rap do
the ball’s in your court, hov
i hope to hear from guru, woo!

- logic

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