Logic, Silas - Celebration lyrics

Ayy, it's a celebration, bitches
Came a long way from bus
Stops and washing dishes
From rags to bitches
Stovetop to Mastro's,  man
This shit is delicious
People denying my past like that
Shit is fictitious i'm Spike Spiegel
But I'm known to be vicious
I get under people's skin like stitches
No strings attached, I just let it dissolve
Give it time and then let it resolve
It's been a minute now
My style feeling infinite now
Used to people pulling me down
It ain't shit to me now
Don't let it get to me now
Threw out my phone, they can't get to me now
Keep it humble, but love to get big head
Bad bitches wanna fuck me
I get money instead
I mean what's rap without
A little braggadocio?
Fuck people telling me to rap
Just how I'm supposed to
Most people wanna tell you what to do
'Cause it's what they wanna do if
They had an opportunity to but too scared
That's why they live vicariously through you
"Logic, what you should do is rap like"
Uh, uh, nah, I'd rather not
That's why I'm in a mansion and
You sleeping on a cot
But you still study everything I drop
Too many people wanna tell you
What you can and cannot
Go to school, get a job
Get married and have kids
People gon' tell you what to do
For long as you live
Break the cycle, and shoot for the stars
Moonwalk like Michael to be a leader, first
You gotta be a disciple

(It's a celebration)
For the beat, the rhymes, the streets
The dimes (It's a celebration, y'all)
You wanna try to eat, motherfucker
This my time (It's a celebration)
For the beat, the rhymes, the streets
The dimes
You wanna try to eat, motherfucker
This my time ayy, it's a celebration, y'all
Celebration now wherever I go in the nation
They celebrating my style
It's a celebration, y'all, celebration now
(yeah) wherever I go in the nation
They celebrate the style

Look i can't front
We was hyped up for some nosebleeds
Now we sitting courtside
Still posted in my white tee
I'm a Golden State Warrior
When I'm spittin' this
Like KD from MD, that's Montrose, so venomous
You know it's me
Silas never jumpin' for your bitch ass
I'm hopping on a plane that's first class
'Member back in the day, we used to fast
Had no money in the bank account
My cousin showed me, pushing weight
Almost stabbed at the transit in
The dead of the night these fucking zombies
But really that's beyond me
Tryna live my dreams from everything that
I seen as a young man
So if you see me rapping
Know I got the upper hand
But on the other hand
You see a couple rubber bands
And now Logic really out here
Makin' dreams come true
Bobby Boy Records spittin' thorough
Every time I grab the mic
I'm paintin' murals
Doing shows in other countries
Coming back with Euros
This that type of flow that
Really make your girl go

I'm marvelous, I'm all of this
That's why your girl all on my dick
I make 'em cum, boy, you make 'em sick
My net worth get the bank grossed out
No ID up on the beat, but 6ix, he kill it
No doubt this a revelation
Memories when I drive the M5
Or the bus station i have evolved
You's a motherfuckin' crustacean
What more can I say? Run it
Back and they hit replay
Bobby Boy Records, yeah
We celebratin' all day

(It's a celebration)
For the beat, the rhymes, the streets
The dimes (It's a celebration, y'all)
You wanna try to eat, motherfucker
This my time (It's a celebration)
For the beat, the rhymes, the streets
The dimes (It's a celebration)
You wanna try to eat, motherfucker
This my time ayy, it's a celebration, y'all
Celebration now wherever I go in the nation
They celebrating my style
It's a celebration, y'all, celebration now
Wherever I go in the nation
They celebrate the style

Logic and his crew played chess
Mercilessly throughout the album's creation