This Is The Way Logic

[Intro]
Uh uh, uh, yeah
Alright, we finna get it like this on this bitch one time
6ix, I see you in the control room (Nine)

[Verse 1]
Getting down, sipping brown almost every night, thinking if I go pop, then I could get right
I went pop then I got left, listening to demon days, I ain't got nothing left
Memories at 15 I'm cooking like I'm a chef
Open mic in December, chiefing reefer, now peep the breath
Rhyming with crack dealers, first time in the studio when I'm hoping that they feel us
Spittin' 15 minutes up on the track, no hook, just bars, and there's that
Chilling with my homie Josh, you know hе got the gat
Finna rob a couple cats that robbed him a couplе days back
We all black, yeah, we rob 'em in all black
I ain't even, fuck em, bitch don't want to die, now picture that
I'd rather rap, I'd rather illustrate iller than any of 'em
Master for ceremony? Nah nah, many of them
I supply that shit that they cooking, open them ovens
Never had no one love me, never had no one love me
Now I learn how to love me, I had to learn how to love me
Used to put demons above me, never that nowadays
I got it, I got it, I got it, I'm sitting sideways

[Chorus]
Get it right, tryna get it right
Don't overthink it, right, don't overthink it
Just do it homie, you've been right
You know you been right, you always had the sight
You always had it, oh had the vision to make it right
Tryna get it right, don't overthink it, right?
Don't overthink it, just do it homie, you been right
You know you been right, you always had the sight
You always had it, oh had the vision to make it right