Logic, Action Bronson - In My Lifetime lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic, Action Bronson - In My Lifetime lyrics]
Actually, that was pretty dope man (Ayo)
I can't even lie man
Ayo, I got game, plenty
Talk shit, reload the semi
Mafia shit with Juicy J sippin' Henny
I got Mastro money
Boy your pockets on Denny's
I hit the beat machine
Get cream for the whole team
Supply the fiends
Dolla bills by any means
Average person be committed if they've
Seen the shit I've seen
It's like my life was written
Through a murder scene
Even in my early teens
I saw a guy on the corner
Gettin' high when a stray
Bullet from a drive-by blew his
Brains through his right eye
Some people cautious, but I'm Cassius (yes)
Motherfuck who rhyme the fastest (woo)
I made it through the light despite
How dark my past is
What?
Hip-Hop baby
Body rockin' you know what it is!
Shit hard!
Dark!
Ha ha, you should be concerned
Yeah yeah motherfucker, you know it's me
(you should)
Smoking back-to back dutches
My finger just inches off the button that'll
Turn your fuckin' body into stuffing
Dressed like I'm doing construction
Off one leg
Jump through the fuckin' window of the
Hellcat like it's nothing now
At that speed
I can easily be mistaken for Jet Li
Don't interrupt my thang, sweet
In left in the fridge where they hang meat
My bitch will kick you with strange feet
A thousand roses expertly engraved into
The handle of the heat
Call dice of pre-Colombian queens
Jackson Heights, rock Colombia, boo
Cash jeans, smoke drugs, all mezzanine
Way before a motherfucker
Haven't turned seventeen
I'll leave you in the heaven scene
Staring at the roof of the chapel
I showed you mercy
Could have been in soup or a tacho
My push colder than a bowl of gazpacho
Commemorate me with a statue
Fuck the world, written on the tattoo
Man I be smoking mad shit
That's why I'm silly
(stupid)
Motherfucker, you know it's me
I can't even lie man
Ayo, I got game, plenty
Talk shit, reload the semi
Mafia shit with Juicy J sippin' Henny
I got Mastro money
Boy your pockets on Denny's
I hit the beat machine
Get cream for the whole team
Supply the fiends
Dolla bills by any means
Average person be committed if they've
Seen the shit I've seen
It's like my life was written
Through a murder scene
Even in my early teens
I saw a guy on the corner
Gettin' high when a stray
Bullet from a drive-by blew his
Brains through his right eye
Some people cautious, but I'm Cassius (yes)
Motherfuck who rhyme the fastest (woo)
I made it through the light despite
How dark my past is
What?
Hip-Hop baby
Body rockin' you know what it is!
Shit hard!
Dark!
Ha ha, you should be concerned
Yeah yeah motherfucker, you know it's me
(you should)
Smoking back-to back dutches
My finger just inches off the button that'll
Turn your fuckin' body into stuffing
Dressed like I'm doing construction
Off one leg
Jump through the fuckin' window of the
Hellcat like it's nothing now
At that speed
I can easily be mistaken for Jet Li
Don't interrupt my thang, sweet
In left in the fridge where they hang meat
My bitch will kick you with strange feet
A thousand roses expertly engraved into
The handle of the heat
Call dice of pre-Colombian queens
Jackson Heights, rock Colombia, boo
Cash jeans, smoke drugs, all mezzanine
Way before a motherfucker
Haven't turned seventeen
I'll leave you in the heaven scene
Staring at the roof of the chapel
I showed you mercy
Could have been in soup or a tacho
My push colder than a bowl of gazpacho
Commemorate me with a statue
Fuck the world, written on the tattoo
Man I be smoking mad shit
That's why I'm silly
(stupid)
Motherfucker, you know it's me