Young Jedi Logic (Ft. Dizzy Wright)

[Intro: Logic]
Real talk, just RattPack, besides that, nobody I trust

[Verse 1: Logic]
Back again like I never left, Young Sinatra, that’s to the death
We turnt up ’til we go deaf, rep RattPack ’til my last breath
I cut records like Kid Cudi, day and night, that’s all the time
From the underground to the mainstream, my same team get all the shine
They wanted beef but I never knew, I just keep the peace and get revenue
Stay true, they never do, cut all ties, I sever you
These rappers like women, that's off of their pill, we keeping it real but they flow is irregular
Grab the mic and I murder on the regular while these bitches hit me up on my cellular
I can’t take the time that I take to rhyme and just bullshit, man, that blow my mind
I’m 23 like MJ, that’s no rest like overtime
Writing rhymes on the tour bus, we stay real to the core of us
They talk shit ’bout RattPack but every day, man, there’s more of us
That money come and that money go, but this music shit, man, that’s all I know
I been broke and I got paid, like a Goodfella that got made
I’m draped up and I’m dripped out, went to school, got kicked out
Told my mama, she flipped out, said “fuck it all” and I dipped out
But I’m back though, whole time, fuck bitches, I just rhyme
Brand new state of mind, my lifestyle is so divine
'Cause I’ve lived and I’ve learned, now I hustle and earn
Cause once you in the limelight, everybody concerned
With your wellbeing, and if you feel okay
Bitch, you wasn’t here a year ago, why are you here today?
I got professor paper, your money need an extension
I’m selling success, save up and pay attention
Money can’t buy happiness, but that shit can support it
'Cause what’s a family of five if you can’t even afford it?
Sinatra