Walk On By

Is it still, is it goin'? (Yeah yeah) (Alright) so we gon' do this one like for the RattPack and shit, is it recordin'? Alright for the real hip-hop motherfuckas, you know what I'm sayin? (Yeah yeah) shout out to Bobby, my engineer It's a nice night in L.A We're recordin' this mixtape and shit Workin' on the album at the same time, you know what I'm sayin? Visionary boy (C Sick) Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for '96 (yeah) We gon' do it for hip-hop (yeah, second renaissance type shit, check it) Yeah Who would have thought that paintin' pictures 'bout bein' broke Would get me riches like dealin' coke Like big brother used to do so we could stay afloat I heard them guns outside my window, them gangsters would tote Thought about the life I wanted, picked up the pen and then wrote While they was firin', you could hear sirens From people dialin' and women cryin' in the phone I was in the zone, tryin' to make a livin' Headin' to work in the mornin' Everyday felt like I was mournin', as my dream was deceased Until I quit my job, then my work ethic increased Elevated to levels I ain't ever seen Stackin' this cream, livin' the American dream now I'm goin' crazy, I ain't slept in days Dreamin' of Michael Jordan money like I slept in J's Always shoutin' out my team 'cause I get all the plays But they the ones that motivate me on depressin' days See I'm from Maryland where cats draw gats like animation From the smallest altercation, that can lead to termination With a rapper on every corner, like the rest of the nation Passin' bars back and forth like legal examinations As a youngin' I was runnin' wild Me and my homies skippin' school, puffin' on that loud Doin' shit just to do it, 'cause we wasn't allowed I thought I understood the world, but I was still a child, yeah Now when my mama was at home drinkin', thinkin' 'bout the bills I was dreamin' 'bout the mills, runnin' 'round lookin' for thrills I guess this is how it feels when your memory spills onto the page And paints a picture of another age Back in West Deer Park, chillin' with shorties after dark 'Cause when the sun is down, the police always run us down 'Til we get older and hustle, now they tryna gun us down We just tryin' to make a livin' off of what we've been given, wassup? Walk on by Walk on by Walk, oh, walk on Uh, yeah They call me Logic, yeah that's L-O-G-I-C I ain't wrapped up in them bitches, I just write 'bout shit I see 'Cause these lyrics set me free, fuck the world, let me be And when I feel like I can't write, that's when I hit the MPC My talent limitless, but time limited so listen up If you can't see the shit I see, you better get your vision up I'm the king, watch me reign, born to rule my domain Album ain't even in stores, they tryna sue me for my name Shit insane, so berserk, never complained, I just work Chasin' after my dreams like them highschool skirts Back as a youngin, spittin' game, tryna get the nut in Livin' life to the fullest 'cause them little things ain't nothin' My flow un-killable when I be murderin' syllables But I take my time, slow it down, check the rhyme Perfectionist to the dime, from the womb to the tomb I be rappin' 'til I'm dyin', doin' everything I love That's the life of a don, skippin' school, sippin' liquor Tryna get this money quicker, bad bitches, good weed That's the type of shit I need Lyrics bleed from my mind state Elevate my mind and watch it rise like the crime rate 'Cause sometimes I be high, and sometimes I be low And sometimes I do shit I thought I'd never do before My life is like a movie role that's starrin' me, got these women on me I hit the club with all my homies, and the drinks is on me At the crib with the shorty that I met at the spot Pretty eyes, nice lips, Grey Goose what she sips Both my hands on her hips, 'til she puts them on her tits Freak bitch want the dick, bitin' on her finger tip I only fuck with nice girls, I never do this type of shit I'm thinkin' 'bout hittin' it raw, shit I must be wildin' out But that p***y wet as hell, I think it's time to end the drought Then again she could be burnin', and that's not what I'm about So I dipped out, to live another day and die another night 'Cause when I'm gone that ain't gon' be the song that they recite, what up? Walk on by Walk on by Walk, oh, walk on --- Walk On By - Logic