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Y'all youngsters don't know nothin' about Logic Back in my day, motherfucker, he was that motherfuckin' nigga It was Logic, Michael Jackson, Prince, James Brown Logic be walkin' out on stage in a white blouse With two tigers next to him and dolphins behind him Overnight, we ain't make it overnight I had plenty sober nights, why you think I sip at night? O—, O—, Over—, Overnight, we ain't make it overnight I had plenty sober nights, why you think I sip at night? Watch the pen ignite Open up, bitch, I'm loaded up, loaded up, what the fuck? Always in the cut, eyes never shut Let the pen bleed, fuck the feed, hopin' they all remember me Enemies, we all got 'em, only ones that are from the bottom Who I love, place no one above, none above If you was there when I was starvin', you can pull up the grub Over—, Overnight, we ain't make it overnight I had plenty sober nights, why you think I sip at night? Watch the pen ignite This life is not enough, you've really made it tough This life is not enough, you've really made it tough Can't say that I ain't never had doubts I remember them days, it was trapped out I remember them days, no place to stay Letras de cancionesFast forward, the crib got a back-house I remember them girls that went back out Fast forward, I'm blowin' their back out Fast forward, I'm throwin' these racks out 'Cause I know that I'ma get it back now, uh From the cage of the stage They don't know the songs, can tell by the way that they rage, uh I'm faced by the shade they throwin' I'm knowin' that no one can block the race, uh Through all of the years The growin' kept goin', like, how are you not amazed? Uh, through all of the years Bein' broke as fuck, we finally got a break Castro, Lenny, and Bobby, the energy godly They lovin' the crew, like it was the motley 6ix on the beat, like he switch with Tommy Over—, Overnight, we ain't make it overnight I had plenty sober nights, why you think I sip at night? Watch the pen ignite This life is not enough, you've really made it tough This life is not enough, you've really made it tough (Uh) Went from bein' around the block, bitch, to travellin' the planet Took the treasure with the tragic, up and down this mathematics Matthew C.P., never knew that we were makin' history Just did it for the love, the future's such a mystery Real all the time, be real to the grind Never knew we'd make it through them dark days and shine, haha Takin' it in, rakin' it in, money, we makin' again Payin' the rent, now allow me to vent, now allow me to vent Now allow me to light this straight, but shit can get so bad Like time and space, feelin' interstellar, feelin' high as a propeller Like I'm in a novella, like I am in a screen I'm ready to scream, feel like I'm in between this world And the next, it's so complex I'm talkin' 'bout virtual space, I know my lyrics is all over the place I'm writin' my raps in a different way, from back in the day, not— Overnight, we ain't make it overnight I had plenty sober nights, why you think I sip at night? O—, O—, Over—, Overnight, we ain't make it overnight I had plenty sober nights, why you think I sip at night? Watch the pen ignite Open up, bitch, I'm loaded up, loaded up, what the fuck? Always in the cut, eyes never shut Let the pen bleed, fuck the feed, hopin' they all remember me Enemies, we all got 'em, only ones that are from the bottom Who I love, place no one above, none above If you was there when I was starvin', you can pull up the grub Damn, it's cold as shit Where are we goin' in from? Boss said he'd let us in through this door Well, where is he? He knows we're here, so he should come out any second You boys ready? Hell, yeah (What's up, fellas, how y'all doin'?) Hey, Boss, man, how you doin'? What up, Boss? Hey, yo, what up, Boss? (Alright, Gravity's got the camera set up) (And everybody's good to go, y'all ready?) Man, hell, yeah (Alright, the stage is literally to the right of this door) (So I'll go in and announce you, here's your mic') Thanks a lot, bro (Ayy, you alright, bro?) Yeah, nah, I'm just—, I'm just nervous, and still a little high But I'm fuckin' hyped, man, this is gonna be crazy (Alright, it's go time, baby, let's do this) Yo, Logic, you got this shit, kill that shit Yo, it's fuckin' crack in here Man, that bitch is bad as shit (Alright, y'all, the moment is finally here) (They call me DJBossPlayer) (If you came out here to turn up) (Make some motherfuckin' noise right now) (So, now, without further ado) (I want y'all to make some motherfuckin' noise) (For the spitter from Gaithersburg, Maryland) (Make some noice for my boy, Logic) From Letras Mania