Gang Related Logic

[Intro]
Yeah, uh (Sinatra), yeah

[Verse 1]
Livin' life like this
Gotta paint a picture when I write like this
Tales from my hood, not a sight like this
Where they up to no good on a night like this
And they murder motherfuckers just 'cause
Type of shit I see, you probably wonder where I was
I was in the crib, just sittin' on the rug
Baseheads comin' through, lookin' for the plug, now (Logic)
Born and raised in my area
Beautiful by day, by night, it's hysteria
Fuck around and bury ya tonight
Ridin' with my homies on sight
Momma tell me to come in at night
Now I really gotta go, but they never know
Livin' life to the fullest, I gotta blow
Po-po finna bust in the door, we got blow in the crib
In the kitchen over there next to the baby with the bib
Goddamn, what it feel like, middle of the night
Wakin' up, scared for my life, never had the heat
Just a knife, when the gat go blat like that
Guarantee you it's a wrap, finna put you on your back like that
Just breathe while their mama grieve
Bullet to the dome like an Aleve
Gotta leave for the premises to murder my nemesis
No, no, uh, uh, just stop, stop, stop
'Fore they even call the cops
Do it for the money and the bitches and the drugs and the props
Tell me why another body even gotta drop
Get shot off top for some shit that was gang related