Logic - Gone lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic - Gone lyrics]
And all these Spanish women watchin'
Me like a Novela
And even when we in the crib
I still need an umbrella
'Cause I'm gettin' her wetter than
A letterman in the rain
We at the club, 100s and
50s I'm makin it rain, sike nah
All of y'all know I'm kiddin'
Like the rubber broke
Gettin money and bitches but
Really that's another note
And all these haters they can suck my dick
'Cause honestly that's the only
Way you'll ever succeed
Got what you need 'cause I sweat and I bleed
Did it all on my own, didn't beg
Didn't plead everybody talkin' 'bout "Logic
Don't sell out!" bitch I had a deal for
Years before it fell out
Doing shit that rappers'll never do
You know I'm on that
So why don't I start by telling
You what was in my contract?
Make the type of music that I want, check
Work with whoever the hell I want, check
Keep it visionary 'til the death, yep
'Cause I'm doing it for the music
Not just to get a check
V's up, what up, you know I'm on point
I be chillin' witcha bitch while
She rollin' up a joint
Making a killing for a living like a hitman
Rappers hear my new records and
Be like "aw shit man"
Black card, black power, white fist
Ain't no way in hell a
Mixed brother didn't write this
And everybody talking shit man screw it
'Cause if you can do it better
Than me then you do it
Where we going? really there's no tellin'
Lyrical cocaine narcotics is what
I'm sellin' ahhhh
Goddamn got bars like a felon
And we gettin' C notes like
My homie Jon Bellion, yeah
Visionary to the fullest
We came up out the blue
Like a crip shootin bullets
Where I'm from muh-fucka I'm from Maryland
G-Berg what up?, I'm snappin'
Like a Terrapin, flyer than a airplen
Shit I mean a airplane
Rapping so fast I can't even get
The air to my brain
Runnin' the game like a PS3
Flippin' the bird to anybody that BS me
Chillin' in Cali but you know
We from the EST
I got the game in my hand like a PSP
Chillin' with the homie Castro sippin' 40s
Drop an album out to the fans
Cop 'em like the police
RattPack 'till I D I E
Greatest rapper to ever do it
I gotta agree, shit
Fuck em all, everybody appalled
Flow so clutch my career never stall
Me and my team went to Vegas last week
And like a bunch of old men, yeah we balled
I'm tryna do it like ain't nobody
Done it bitch I run
It never plummet you know I'm
Headed to the summit
And a note to all you rappers tryna
Do it how I done it
It's impossible rewind the track and learn
Something from it I'm gone
Me like a Novela
And even when we in the crib
I still need an umbrella
'Cause I'm gettin' her wetter than
A letterman in the rain
We at the club, 100s and
50s I'm makin it rain, sike nah
All of y'all know I'm kiddin'
Like the rubber broke
Gettin money and bitches but
Really that's another note
And all these haters they can suck my dick
'Cause honestly that's the only
Way you'll ever succeed
Got what you need 'cause I sweat and I bleed
Did it all on my own, didn't beg
Didn't plead everybody talkin' 'bout "Logic
Don't sell out!" bitch I had a deal for
Years before it fell out
Doing shit that rappers'll never do
You know I'm on that
So why don't I start by telling
You what was in my contract?
Make the type of music that I want, check
Work with whoever the hell I want, check
Keep it visionary 'til the death, yep
'Cause I'm doing it for the music
Not just to get a check
V's up, what up, you know I'm on point
I be chillin' witcha bitch while
She rollin' up a joint
Making a killing for a living like a hitman
Rappers hear my new records and
Be like "aw shit man"
Black card, black power, white fist
Ain't no way in hell a
Mixed brother didn't write this
And everybody talking shit man screw it
'Cause if you can do it better
Than me then you do it
Where we going? really there's no tellin'
Lyrical cocaine narcotics is what
I'm sellin' ahhhh
Goddamn got bars like a felon
And we gettin' C notes like
My homie Jon Bellion, yeah
Visionary to the fullest
We came up out the blue
Like a crip shootin bullets
Where I'm from muh-fucka I'm from Maryland
G-Berg what up?, I'm snappin'
Like a Terrapin, flyer than a airplen
Shit I mean a airplane
Rapping so fast I can't even get
The air to my brain
Runnin' the game like a PS3
Flippin' the bird to anybody that BS me
Chillin' in Cali but you know
We from the EST
I got the game in my hand like a PSP
Chillin' with the homie Castro sippin' 40s
Drop an album out to the fans
Cop 'em like the police
RattPack 'till I D I E
Greatest rapper to ever do it
I gotta agree, shit
Fuck em all, everybody appalled
Flow so clutch my career never stall
Me and my team went to Vegas last week
And like a bunch of old men, yeah we balled
I'm tryna do it like ain't nobody
Done it bitch I run
It never plummet you know I'm
Headed to the summit
And a note to all you rappers tryna
Do it how I done it
It's impossible rewind the track and learn
Something from it I'm gone