Logic, AZ - Carnival lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
AZ [Anthony Cruz]
[Logic, AZ - Carnival lyrics]
Yeah, I like this
It's like, like creepin' up on 'em
What makes a MC left raise his entry?
For me, once a brace left Daise in a frenzy
Faces envy with the grace of Pimp C
It's never complicated, the basics been me
From straight with ten Gs to racin' Bentleys
Cool from the junk to lacin' Jet Li
Convince me, who cooler out in Aruba?
Blowin' ounces with Buddha
I know the rouse the manoeuvre
Pursue or let's speak about it
I keep a stylist from here to Falice
To fornicatin' at Caesar's palace
Balance both feet on the concrete
Calmin' me
Throw that heater in my own reach
From Palms Beach to the pretty
Sands in the Turks
Fifty grand disperse
Never plan for the worst
Let me work
(Haha) , I wrote it just how I quote it
It's hopeless tryin' to decode it
The Moses not for the moment
Yeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that
Guns drum, where the loot at?
Chillin' at the crib bumpin'
Lupe and Lute Pack
Rhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick
Shinin' with my eyes while it's
Shut like it's clockwork
Four metal jackets got you walkin' awkward
Rather this away
Your life? All this money just a fur coat
Bezerk on the beat, machine work
'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk
Wanna know my net worth?
Motherfucker got ten milli', that's cute
You ain't in my network
My money Oceans Eleven
Y'all snatchin' a purse
Black and white like clerks
Take 'em to church
With the verse
Choppin' samples with Doc
In another universe
It's God level, the rebel nobody could revel
I'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson
You fuckin' pebble
Presidential with the bezel
Never one to embezzle
My dick big, my money gross
Let's toast to excess
Peep the success, bitch
I'm in the middle of Little Italy
Literally, no way you could ever
Get rid of me
'Cause I started from the
Bottom, the basement
The fuckin' garbage
Now I'm on top and you
Talkin' shit, hell, nah
Bitch
You mad that I'm rich
You mad that I made it
I rub it in your face and paint it
In your blood just to illustrate it
Leave these pussies castrated
And faces exacerbated
Spend all day talkin' about me
You fascinated
I rip your intestines out of
Your abdomen through your asshole
And choke you with 'em
I'm sicker than Venom
I'll murder you like OGs in prison do
To child molesters and rapists of women
I'ma be the shark that grew
Legs and evolved from swimmin'
You know I started from the bottom, flows
I got 'em
Bars, I got 'em, yeah
You know I fuckin' got 'em
Leave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit
Out like Joe Biden
Ridin' in the whip with the homies
On some m.A.A.d city shit
This that gritty shit, Brooklyn 9-5
New York City shit
You can hate me now, P. Diddy shit
I start up from the bottom, man, I really did
And everything they say is true
When you get really big
I made it
Woo hoo hoo
Amazing, I hate it, I see it
Logic, that's a verse
That is a verse, that-, wow
Woah
It's like, like creepin' up on 'em
What makes a MC left raise his entry?
For me, once a brace left Daise in a frenzy
Faces envy with the grace of Pimp C
It's never complicated, the basics been me
From straight with ten Gs to racin' Bentleys
Cool from the junk to lacin' Jet Li
Convince me, who cooler out in Aruba?
Blowin' ounces with Buddha
I know the rouse the manoeuvre
Pursue or let's speak about it
I keep a stylist from here to Falice
To fornicatin' at Caesar's palace
Balance both feet on the concrete
Calmin' me
Throw that heater in my own reach
From Palms Beach to the pretty
Sands in the Turks
Fifty grand disperse
Never plan for the worst
Let me work
(Haha) , I wrote it just how I quote it
It's hopeless tryin' to decode it
The Moses not for the moment
Yeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that
Guns drum, where the loot at?
Chillin' at the crib bumpin'
Lupe and Lute Pack
Rhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick
Shinin' with my eyes while it's
Shut like it's clockwork
Four metal jackets got you walkin' awkward
Rather this away
Your life? All this money just a fur coat
Bezerk on the beat, machine work
'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk
Wanna know my net worth?
Motherfucker got ten milli', that's cute
You ain't in my network
My money Oceans Eleven
Y'all snatchin' a purse
Black and white like clerks
Take 'em to church
With the verse
Choppin' samples with Doc
In another universe
It's God level, the rebel nobody could revel
I'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson
You fuckin' pebble
Presidential with the bezel
Never one to embezzle
My dick big, my money gross
Let's toast to excess
Peep the success, bitch
I'm in the middle of Little Italy
Literally, no way you could ever
Get rid of me
'Cause I started from the
Bottom, the basement
The fuckin' garbage
Now I'm on top and you
Talkin' shit, hell, nah
Bitch
You mad that I'm rich
You mad that I made it
I rub it in your face and paint it
In your blood just to illustrate it
Leave these pussies castrated
And faces exacerbated
Spend all day talkin' about me
You fascinated
I rip your intestines out of
Your abdomen through your asshole
And choke you with 'em
I'm sicker than Venom
I'll murder you like OGs in prison do
To child molesters and rapists of women
I'ma be the shark that grew
Legs and evolved from swimmin'
You know I started from the bottom, flows
I got 'em
Bars, I got 'em, yeah
You know I fuckin' got 'em
Leave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit
Out like Joe Biden
Ridin' in the whip with the homies
On some m.A.A.d city shit
This that gritty shit, Brooklyn 9-5
New York City shit
You can hate me now, P. Diddy shit
I start up from the bottom, man, I really did
And everything they say is true
When you get really big
I made it
Woo hoo hoo
Amazing, I hate it, I see it
Logic, that's a verse
That is a verse, that-, wow
Woah