Andy Mineo, Wordsplayed - LEGEND lyrics

I get it, I see you're sucking wind i see it
You prolly wanna quit now, don't cha?
Come on go home to your mammy's house
Binge watch a little Bachelor
Reach in the fridge
Cut yourself a portionable slice
Of lemon meringue oh my God
Well life ain't like that boy! It's not!
And if you want the glory, you gotta sweat!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, 2 AM my oh my
I think Logic just crashed
I'ma make it happen, ain't waitin' any longer
Anyone coverin' this session? Think about it
Magic and Bird
Read the fine print, I'm untouchable
Andy and Words aim high think about it

Lookin' at my past, back to the future
Worried 'bout the weight
Who the biggest loser?
Lo-fi comin', hallelujah, promise
It's funny when you bein' honest like, oh
That's what you get for bein' honest?
They gettin' wild in the comments
All I wanna know is who sayin'
And if you talk about my lady
I'll go Hussein
I'm just sayin' the hipsters gonna
Play me in the Goodwill
And if they don't, the hood will
California Love, I just hit the three wheel
In-N-Out, double double, and the refill
One week, four planes
Crunch time, 'Bron James
Light work, four games
They disappear, David Blaine

My conversations are deep
Read the fine print
I'ma make it happen, ain't waitin' any longer
No time to rest when you tryna be a legend
My conversations are deep
Read the fine print aim high
Gettin' closer to God in
A tight situation now

Yeah, uh how long will this all last?
Early 20's are in my past
I gave my life to rap
Ain't no diplomas for that
The closest thing you get is a
Vote for the freshman class
Or pray you drop a classic that'll
Play till after you pass
My focus clearer than ever
You only good as your team
And you should see the star
Lineup that we put together
Varsity letter jackets with the "ML"
Got a letter from my pen pal
He said that I am well
For those that love Him
This is the art of bussin'
And Will Smith '99, I made it without cussin'
Everybody leanin' and druggin'
But, I'm buggin'
I told 'em they should lean on God
But, I'm buggin'? Rap said don't love these
(ho) but I'm buggin'?
I fell in love, got married young
Yeah I'm buggin' hold up
Schula i'm all about gettin' loot
Sometimes you get money
Sometimes it gets you
If I ever sell my soul
Write on that price tag "Gimme God
You can take everything that I ever had"
What's money without peace
Love without trust
Success without friends, a crib
With nobody in it, huh?

My conversations are deep
Read the fine print
I'ma make it happen, ain't waitin' any longer
No time to rest when you tryna be a legend

Donald took oath new presidente
Type 'a news make you need a Presidente
And if we go to war with Korea, don't worry
Me and Kylie'll bring the Pepsi, ayy
Shoutout to my ex
Gotta say thanks for the stress
If not, I would never left
Then never been blessed with my next, ayy
Looks don't count for much
You can pull it off with the confidence
It's just me and my confidants
Got the bear skin rug for the ambiance, yeah
Mira, I wanted this since 12
When I used to beatbox like a Rahzel
When Dipset was ringtone on my Nextel
And NORE had the Astro
Jersey with Pharrell sayin'
"Uhh, watchu wanna do?"
If ya do what you gotta
You can do what you wanna
I got two terms, word to Obama
No complainin' and no drama, mamba out

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I asked Bellion what it's
Like winnin' Grammy's
He told me that it's fool's
Gold if you losin' family
I wanna care for 'em but I need the lettuce
Catch 22 like I'm tryna tackle Emmitt
Box logo hoodie
But, I'm thinkin' out the box
I know they say they kings but
I feel like Rick Fox
Sleepin' on the 6 train, missin' my stops
Gettin' woke up by cops
Like, man, they prolly thought I was schemin'
Headphones in, I was dreamin'
Of the team inside the fortress
And the verses paid the mortgage
For life, life, life, life, life

Gettin' closer to God in
A tight situation now
Ain't no time to rest when
You tryna be a legend
My conversations are deep
Read the fine print aim high
Gettin' closer to God in
A tight situation now
Think about, think about, do you ever? Ever
Ever think about it
No time to rest when you tryna be a legend

I want to smell it
I want to smell that hard work
I want to smell it, I want to
I want to taste it
Come here, come here, come here!
What's this on your face? Nothing!
Where the sweat boy!
Oh, you're lucky Coach Boomer didn't
Give ya the salt lick!