Logic, C Dot Castro, Sylvan LaCue, Jon Bellion - 24 Freestyle lyrics

Feeling this villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling this villainous vibe
(Fight)

Uh chip on my shoulder, fuck is you sayin'?
Swear to God our fathers were
Playing nigga relay the message
Breathless, every morning was forced
To skip on breakfast
Mama told me don't let these peasants
Throw rocks at a king
Pawns tend to carry on with no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit
Verbal
Fucker wanna know Biggie was making certain
While niggas was getting iffy
Heart is bigger than derrières
Of Vicky and Nicki
But fuck up and diss me, this shit will 360
And must I mention my body count?
It's murderous to be humble


Murder is to be humble?
Ever heard of me stumble?
I was born in the jungle
Where niggas belly's will rumble
Get checked for thinking or mumble
But y'all still stuck on rap fuck all that
I do this in my slumber, merely ventilation
Tryna stay afloat beyond the bullshit
I swear that I'm lost inside of the
Spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I felt stifle
Street's disciple my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs for myyou get the picture
I was raised in Miami
Niggas'll smack your coofie
Just for acting coochie
Your goofy actions will never move me
No sir, needy no
All my homies is ready to roll
Never the matter the chitter and chatter
I did it 'cause I can machete the flow
And comeback, here's a fun fact
I'm not a dumb act, run that
Little punk rat, fuck it, Pun's back
In the middle of Little Havana
Holding a hammer outside with pajamas
Better watch your grammar around me
These haters surround me
I swear it's unnecessary
Gambino, you childish niggas could never see
The shit that I do vMG, yes nigga VMG
Only competition that we see is TDE

Feeling this villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling this villainous vibe

Happy birthday to my nigga doe (Fight)

I'ma be the guy that rap slow, sike nah
Dictating bitches and smoking Cubans
I'm Castro my life is like a movie
And I be the director
And just to get a small role
Got bitches acting extra
I wrote this verse in one minute 'cause
Bobby said that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from
Bitches that's dumb fine
Got punchlines like prom with the
World on my palm
I knew that we would blow up 'cause bitch
We be the bomb
RattPack out to get the cheese, drop a verse
Get fifty Gs
Hit the studio drunk as fuck but
Still drop a verse with ease
I don't give a fuck
Bitch you know the flow is second nature
With no pen and paper break
It down disintegrate a hater, wassup

Feeling this villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling this villainous vibe
(Fight)

Yeah let's have a money conversation
Four hundred thousand from Eminem
That's a payment
Kennedy Reagans presidential arrangement
Please don't let this Pop kid take
You back to the basement
I'm still here screaming Beautiful Mind
Sick of the noodles of rhyming
On my cubical grind
So I just grew and decided to
Put true in your spine
Ooodles and boodles of blue
Bags from Louis Vuitton
Getting money with lawyers we have
A Jew of a time
With liquor in a Poland Spring
Like I'm Junior at prom
Yes I chose the pop charts
I'm doing the crime
And that just means I'm fucking dope
To you and your mom
Uh working in the summer, AC on freezing
Working in the winter like I got no heaters
Uh spring rolls at the damn four seasons
In the Red Octobers screaming
Thank you Yeezus

Feeling this villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling this villainous vibe
(Sinatra, Finish him)

Uh feeling this villainous vibe
Chilling with me and my Tribe
Gotta spit this to survive
How long have I been alive?
Twenty-four years and counting not
Including my mama womb i'm here in the lab
And I'll be here until the tomb
Album coming soon, watch the RattPack consume
Ayo, yeah i've been on that real shit
That fun shit spit artillery, like a gunship
V's up we run shit
Don't come around with that
Dumb shit it's scandalous
In the studio in Los Angeles
At No ID spot hit you
With the heat rock goddamn
With Bobby on the board
Everybody on the floor
Hold up let me take a breath here come more
This a freestyle let me redirect my intellect
Drop this shit just for fun
It's all over the internet
'Cause bitch I'm in effect
Wait hold up, y'all ain't get the Memo?
You Lumbergh rappers is Initech
Bitch I've been a fact
Hit you like Hiroshima then intercept
(Logic) check it, yo, see
Now all the real fans know
The album goin be crazy
Spit it off the top and
Get dirty like Pat Swayze
From the cover of XXL
Fuck around and then propel
Tour coming soon man I know
The tickets finna sell
Really, coming for everybody's Achilles
Put my own money into this album
Like half a milli it's Logic
Coming for their neck no disrespect
I did this shit in two minutes or less
Spent a year on the album
Who knows what to expect (Sinatra)
Spent a year on the album
Who knows what to expect this is Logic

(Flawless Victory)
Happy birthday to me motherfucker
It's my birthday!

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Feeling, feeling this villainous vibe