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Ha, man, ha, hahaha (Funkmaster Flex) Dark This 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'ma combat 'em We independent, pick up the mic and I'ma vent it If I said it, I meant it Came from the bottom and I sent it Now I think I'm a good father figure 'cause I was sonnin' rappers before I was a father, go figure My cryptocurrency is in the seven figures If you talkin' shit I roll up on you with like elevеn of my niggas, ready to come and get us Fuck with us, it's mе 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, baskin' in the rays of the sun on 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" Comin' up in' 'bout ten years ago, I felt so out of place Shit was different, if you had beef, you did face to face Letras de cancionesCheck the pace, years fly like drum and bass I've been whippin' that Bronko bumpin' that "Murder was the Case" Now I'm givin' 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 From Letras Mania