Logic - Favela [Official Audio]

Ultra 85 out now: logic.lnk.to/Ultra85 Follow Logic: Instagram: http://www.Instagram.com/logic Twitter: https://twitter.com/Logic301 TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@logic Logic Merch: http://LogicMerch.com Lyrics: Okay, okay Take 113 I was gonna say, yeah This is crazy Right Okay, this is, uh, starting on line one with Thomas Fifth of October Here we go Heavy is the neck that wears the chain Gripping the grain, trying to maintain Filling this weed through the blood to my brain Writing these lyrics in my head In the back of the train Tryna sustain through the pain Been smokin and drinkin 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 gap bust We get bread, you get crust Love is a must, where we livin is fucked up Switch the position on another mission I'll peep the diction, it's far from fiction Far from accessible Want beef, end up a vegetable 150,000 people is at the festival Black proud and louder than decibels Bullshit, no I'm not susceptible It’s not acceptable The bitch in me is undetectable I'm too respectable, conceptual My albums’s beat in the studio till round about three Never paid a fee, you fuckin with me? Get it for free, now let it breathe Murderin it with ease Pete the Prestige I spend degrees, your shit freeze If I had a penny for my thoughts Then I'd be Elon Musk Rappin from dawn till dusk You know when Dilla we trust Hits never went to my head I was never concussed Givin no fucks, bumpin bust the Genesis Waitin for the first of the month and all of its benefits Life been a bitch, chillin with metal level trynna get rich I'd rather get rich than fuck the paper talking big I'm picture comin to get ya Now let me hit ya with 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 go to 20, fuck all the money I'm doin how I been doin ain't nobody takin it from me Grew up 515 miles from 7 Mile but this beat got me feelin slummy, dummy Ay, listen, I never passed 10th grade But I still get the rent paid You fake, I be real like Cypress Hill You fake motherfuckers I can see through you My game's strong Y'all weak like 5 plus 2 Bust the door then rush through Gettin it spread cause the people fuck with it Your whole shit stale wouldn't feed ducks with it I make firm decisions like a legislator My briefcase Italian leather My loafers is alligator My bank account is greater But none of them numbers define me Fuck rap, put it behind me Don't try me, y'all too grimy Smokin cigs after dark, we call that Nick at night Spark the blunt, watch the pic at night Fuck your life, think you could buy to me? Bitch, you couldn't even lend me Smokin dope like a chimney, I bend me Listen up, listen up, yeah, uh Listen up, listen up, uh Dilla we trust Dilla we trust #logic #favela #ultra85