Logic, C Dot Castro, Big Lenbo - 38.9897 °N, 76.9378 °W lyrics

Y'all youngsters don't know
Nothin' about Logic
Back in my day, motherfucker
He was that motherfuckin' nigga
It was Logic, Michael Jackson, Prince
James Brown logic be walkin' out on stage
In a white blouse
With two tigers next to him
And dolphins behind him

Overnight, we ain't make it overnight
I had plenty sober nights
Why you think I sip at night?
O O Over Overnight
We ain't make it overnight
I had plenty sober nights
Why you think I sip at night?
Watch the Bic ignite, open up, bitch
I'm loaded up
Loaded up, what the fuck? Always in the cut
Eyes never shut


Let the pen bleed, fuck the feed
Hopin' they all remember me
Enemies, we all got 'em
Only ones that are from the bottom
Who I love, place no one above, none above
If you was there when I was starvin'
You can pull up to grub

Over Overnight, we ain't make it overnight
I had plenty sober nights
Why you think I sip at night?
Watch the Bic ignite, this
Life is not enough
You've really made it tough
This life is not enough
You've really made it tough

Can't say that I ain't never had doubts
I remember them days, it was trapped out
I remember them days, no place to stay
Fast forward, the crib got a back house
I remember them girls that went back out
Fast forward, I'm blowin' they back out
Fast forward, I'm throwin' these racks out
'Cause, I know that I'ma get it back now, uh
From the cage to the stage
They don't know the songs, can tell
By the way that they rage, uh
I'm faced by the shade they throwin'
I'm knowin' that no one can block the rays
Uh through all of the years
The growin' kept goin', like
How are you not amazed?
Uh, through all of the years
Bein' broke as fuck, we finally got a break
Castro, Lenny, and Bobby, the energy godly
They lovin' the crew like it was the motley
6ix on the beat like he switch with Tommy

Over Overnight, we ain't make it overnight
I had plenty sober nights
Why you think I sip at night?
Watch the Bic ignite, this
Life is not enough
You've really made it tough
This life is not enough
You've really made it tough (Uh)

Went from bein' around the block, bitch
To travelin' the planet
Took the treasure with the
Tragic, up and down, it's mathematics
Matthew CP
Never knew that we were makin' history
Just did it for the love
The future's such a mystery
Real all the time, be real to the grind
Never knew we'd make it through
Them dark days and shine, ha

Takin' it in, rakin' it in, money
We makin' again
Payin' the rent, now allow me to vent
Now allow me to vent
Now allow me to light this straight
But shit can get so bad
Like time and space, feelin' interstellar
Feelin' high as a propeller
Like I'm in a novella, like I am in a screen
I'm ready to scream
Feel like I'm in between this world
And the next, it's so complex
I'm talkin' 'bout virtual space
I know my lyrics is all over the place
I'm writin' my raps in a different
Way, from back in the day, not

Overnight, we ain't make it overnight
I had plenty sober nights
Why you think I sip at night?
O O Over Overnight
We ain't make it overnight
I had plenty sober nights
Why you think I sip at night?
Watch the Bic ignite, open up, bitch
I'm loaded up
Loaded up, what the fuck? Always in the cut
Eyes never shut
Let the pen bleed, fuck the feed
Hopin' they all remember me
Enemies, we all got 'em
Only ones that are from the bottom
Who I love, place no one above, none above
If you was there when I was starvin'
You can pull up to grub

Damn, it's cold as shit
Where are we goin' in from?
Boss said he'd let us in through this door
Well, where is he? He knows we're here
So he should come out any second
You boys ready? Hell, yeah
(What's up, fellas, how y'all doin'?)
Hey, Boss, man, how you doin'?
(What up, Boss? Hey, yo, what up, Boss?)
(Alright, GRVTY's got the camera set up)
(And everybody's good to go, y'all ready?)
Man, hell, yeah
(Alright, the stage is literally to
The right of this door)
(So I'll go in and announce you
Here's your mic) thanks a lot, bro
(Ayy, you alright, bro?)
Yeah, nah, I'm just I'm just nervous
And still a little high
But, I'm fuckin' hyped, man
This is gonna be crazy
(Alright, it's go time, baby, let's do this)
Yo, Logic, you got this shit, kill that shit
Yo, it's fuckin' crackin' in here
Man, that bitch is bad as shit
(Alright, y'all, the moment is finally here)
(They call me DJBossPlayer)
(If you came out here to turn up)
(Make some motherfuckin' noise right now)
(So, now, without further ado)
(I want y'all to make
Some motherfuckin' noise)
(For the spitter from Gaithersburg, Maryland)
(Make some noise for my boy, Logic)