Logic – 5 hooks

Five hooks, man, man, this shit only got like five hooks on it
All lyricism, ho
I was like yo I’m pickin up that pen
I’m goin fuckin’ crazy, I don’t give a shit, dog
Ayy yo, fuckin’ Rakim

It’s what you all been what I’ve for ain’t it
This no pressure shit kind of got us reacquainted
I’m happy you could join me
In this universe I painted
Such a beautiful feeling, I really can’t explain it
I hit the stage and like a thousand bitches fainted (Nigga, you ain’t shit)
Damn, that boy, he back at it again
Dropping bars when I pick up the pen
So let’s begin, No I.D. my mentor
But it’s time for the story’s end yea
Aye I’m tryna do shit different now
I love this BPM, but this a different style
I never been this happy before
This a different smile
Hey, yeah, this that barbecue music
Life is a blessing and a curse
Depending how you use it
Some days I’m happy, some days I’m fucked up
Some days I tell the voice in my head to
Shut the fuck up-

Motivated by paper and pussy
Always been a passion
Whipping that Chevrolet Impala
My speakers blasting
Hungry like I’m fasting
Who the illest, just ask them
Louis Vuitton rhyme, relevantly old fashion
Like we, like we always do it this time, homie
I go for my homie, I gots to shine homie
All I do is grind homie, All I do is rhyme
I provide for mine homie, y’all know me
I started with just a dollar and a dream
Like Jermaine in ’09, know what I mean?
Fresh on the scene, like a first take
I dropped my first tape and felt the earth shake
But let’s accelerate
Dropped the second tape 2011
And now we elevate
Def Jam wanna sign new it’s time to celebrate
But little did I know, I had so much further to go
Let’s take a trip down memory lane
Logic arrived and he fucked up the game
Simple and plain
Never scared to do it different
No two albums sound the same
I got tracks with Wu Tang and 2 Chainz
Killer Mike and Gucci Mane
Rap shit, trap shit
You know I do it with no shame
Spit the illest yoke or flame
I always go against the grain
I was fly before the fame
Before I could afford a plane
Touch down like Notre Dame
To get as high as my strain
2014 release day, I need morphine
Def Jam wanna shit me, now the CD on the rack
RattPack has to ask them to inbox me back
What the fuck is that
Honestly it sound like a fable
Fast forward 2020, I’m the face of the label and I am
Who gives a fuck about the leak
When you got the well
Watch me excel propel then ghost the fuck out
Like Dave Chappelle
You the illest pray tell, I’m like God before Lucifer fell
I raised hell
Had bars when I was broke because I couldn’t raise bail
But now my bars gold Because I’m Wall Street broker
Money like I sell coca, livin’ La Vida Loca shit
That ain’t a line just to flex
Just to let you know, you next
If you put your mind to it you can do it
Trust me cause I been through it
Now get to it, ain’t nothing to it