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("Dead Presidents III," not to be confused with "Growing Pains III") "Logic this," "Logic that," "Logic sick," "Logic wack" Logic just don't give a fuck RattPack So many people think that rap is they calling, stop it, just cease Got it, capiche? This is my house, you fuckers just lease Waitin' on a record deal that's never coming like a priest Black and white like a nun These up-and-comers our sun like the break of dawn So follow your father like an apostle Paint pictures like a Picasso while bitches uncover my fossil Never knowing what's gon' follow However we never wallow in our sorrow Just pray for tomorrow At times my heart could be hollow Emotions forced to be swallowed While neighborhood cats blast off gats like the Apollo This is just a simple reminder as my lyrics force you to ponder Life's a bitch and I heard she'll fuck you So I'm trying to find her One moment she'll love you then swallow You whole like an anaconda The bitch is kinky, kind of so with the lift of a pinky I'ma dominate the world like my name is Brain Letras de cancionesSpit flame like propane Bitches I overcame you know the name Ink in my veins, in flames, and spew on the page To numb the pain like Novocaine, motherfucker I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me Allow me to kill it off the brake like no traffic Murderin' every demographic Paint a picture using only blood to make sure that it's graphic Rip the mic to set the example While all these muh-fuckers testin my patience like blood samples Constant thoughts of suicide, we live in an era that's do or die Society expects us to fail, I'm talking about you and I But we persevere force feed enemies truth serum We want, nothing but peace and if not we leave em deceased In your central nervous system like heroin reppin' Maryland to the fullest Bustin like bullets that travel through chambers ignited by triggers don't pull it I get from point A to point B by keeping it G Ain't no killer but don't push me If you grab the heat, you a pussy Knuckle up and tell me how you feel, forget the steel I have not a single enemy Only evil entities that have some how befriended me, in they mind 'Cause I am just a mortal man of peace that can rhyme And when it comes to dames I catch planes They catch feelings Haters keep my name in they mouth like fillings High as the ceiling Y'all really don't know who your dealing with now Visions of livin' until my flesh is perished and my spirit is risen Thankful for every breath I'm givin' Fuck social division On the road to success and there ain't no time for collision People ask "how you get your flow so amazing" To which I reply "I have yet to scratch the surface like abrasions" Haters takin' shots but they never graze him Now if pro is the opposite of con What's the opposite of progress? I love my country but that shit a mess Grew up on section 8, I can attest And now they wonder why I claim that I'm the fucking best I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me Now if I don't believe it y'all won't perceive it Now run it back and retrieve it Till you receive it in your motherfuckin' mind Only 22 but I feel like I'm 99 Back in 1999, that's when I began to rhyme Surrounded by narcotics and crime but you know I shine Daddy was smoking crack, I was raised by a single mom Fasting every night I ain't talking bout no Ramadan I was poor as fuck me and my mama, we didn't have a dime At 16, the school system dismissed him and wished him well But my mama never fought it, how the fuck could I prevail? So I focused on this music and used it to create a life of my own I left home at 17 Shortly after my mama got stabbed by fucking around in the streets But she still breathin' which gives me a reason to believe in a higher power instead of grieving So many rappers biting me you would think they was teething And now you know this is just a sugar coated version within a fraction of a percentage that was taken from just a piece of my story From Letras Mania