Logic - A Third Person Story lyrics

Damn right! Son
Son!

He was a class clown, loved by all around
He was kinda goofy
Make you feel good when you're down
But one day he disappeared
And never came back at 17 got kicked out by
His mother just like that
He moved in with his father that
He never grew up with
But we're not gon' get into that
Like cocaine we gon' cut it
He loved music, but never had the time
'Cause he was working two jobs
And they both was overtime
His girlfriend always told him that
He was destined to shine
He smiled, said "really?"
But really paid it no mind
And when he was of age
The situation was shitty
So he packed up all his stuff and
Then he moved across the city
Rented a room from his homie's mom and dad
They saw the situation and they felt so bad
They let him live with 'em
And he was doing good
Working at the street fixing
Cars under their hood
He got up with his mentor
That he knew for a while
He met him back when he was a youngin'
Only a child
A real good guy that gave him some equipment
And then he sent him packing
Like a UPS shipment
He said "lay some tracks
And maybe we can get it"
So then he quit his job and
He moved in with his sister
They lived together as children so
Yes he really missed her
But then he got another job
Still working on music
Tryna find a style and figure
Out how to use it
But one day he got it, yes, he's so excited
But then he stopped
Said I got a way to go on top
They gon' find me
Such a long journey like I'm walking I90
Three thousand miles leaving the
Haters behind me
Along his path, he ran into a wise man
Said "please tell me how I
Let 'em know I'm great"
Wise man then said "drop a mixtape
But not just the regular
Shit that everyone doin'
You gotta let 'em know you
Forreal in what you're pursuing"
Then he was gone, just as quick as he came
After this encounter he would
Never be the same
'Bout 100 miles and runnin'
He started feelin' something what's that?
Maturity
Every single night, sacrifice rest to write
Dusk 'till dawn
He be rappin' 'till the sun up
Call him Super Mario he always get the one up
Finally dropping tracks
Now the mixtape is completed
His appetite for perfection
Was seriously needed then it dropped
He would, sell it for twenty but his
Country in recession so
Take it for ten homie consider it a blessing
Yes he a rookie
But you know they respect him
That Botox flow, so whenever he inject 'em
Them haters tighten up their game but
Now it don't affect him
'Cause if they step out of line yeah
You know he finna check 'em
He grew up on the bottom
But dreamt about the top
He finally found out that until he
Reach it he won't stop
He's headed to the summit
Where everybody plummet
The game need change and Logic
Can break a hunnit
The consul to the game so you know we run it
Nah, that last line was, over dramatic
But he coming for that ass and
He gon' let 'em have it