Logic - Juice lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic - Juice lyrics]
"Hmmm, yeah!" sinatra
Aight, yeah, yeah, homie I'm comin'
I'm coming and I'm never gonna give up
My mentality is making rappers feel like
They can never even live up to Logic
You bust I dodge it
Think you seein' me, nah, you just miragin'
I'm gunnin, I'm gunnin like a semi-automatic
That’s fully equipped with lyricism
I'll let 'em have it i blast it
Any style that you comin' at me with
I master it, i son mothafuckas that I'm
Out on you bastards
Syke, I'm just playin' with y'all
Yeah, you know I had to keep it going
Kid rhymes that blow minds and C4in
Real recognize real and you lookin' foreign
I was spittin' flows before I was
Even born in the womb
And I'ma keep it up until the tomb
And as for the fame
Yeah I know it's coming soon
Cause I'm goin' in raw
Finna bust up in your room
I hit a beat and it's ergence
To emerge in the game
Pukin Hodukens I'm too sick to
Spit that Yoga flame the way I see it
This is rap second renassaince
Spittin' dirty sentences
So ill they affecting medicine
Ha, I'm heaven sent and spittin'
Fire like a demon as the internet I let my
Flow to get to streamin', i'm beamin'
Flawlessly listen in that women in
Yo head while you dreamin'
Leo Dicaprio flow all up
In that bitch schemin'
Tryna' get you to buy that album
Tryna get you feenin'
See my vision as I commentate it
You wanna see naked rerun of the
Bait but the hater ate it
Success is truly overrated
I've seen caster with a blow up
To pop and get deflated see yeah
You made it but all your fans hate it
And it's kinda lookin' like
You and Satan negotiated
When it comes down to the rap
Game you see I'm integrated
Half-white, half-black I had it incorporated
Get the money
(Whoever did this is a real pro)
Yeah, I'm just a youngin' with a dream
Who spittin' 'til sixteen
Quite the microphone fiend
Other rappers nah'mean
When I step up on the scene
All they gon' see is my skin
'Til I open up my mouth and
They find out my lyrics mean
Had a meeting with Raheem
Dre and the whole team
But before I execute a perfect
Plan I gotta scheme
Cause right now I'm on the dolo
Everything about this tape I did
It on the solo
Yeah, I said it's hurricane Logic
Maryland can't dodge it
They gon' be bumpin' me from
The burbs to the projects
I get on the mic and excite anybody around me
You're probably wondering why a label
Has not found me it's not that easy
I gotta work from the ground
Be the center of attention
Look at the people around me
Black on the inside, my outside Ritz
What's a cracker without the cheese?
I gotta stack chips
"Would you care for a glass of grape juice?"
"Nigga, what the fuck is juice?"
"You have interfered with our affairs
For the last time"
Aight, yeah, yeah, homie I'm comin'
I'm coming and I'm never gonna give up
My mentality is making rappers feel like
They can never even live up to Logic
You bust I dodge it
Think you seein' me, nah, you just miragin'
I'm gunnin, I'm gunnin like a semi-automatic
That’s fully equipped with lyricism
I'll let 'em have it i blast it
Any style that you comin' at me with
I master it, i son mothafuckas that I'm
Out on you bastards
Syke, I'm just playin' with y'all
Yeah, you know I had to keep it going
Kid rhymes that blow minds and C4in
Real recognize real and you lookin' foreign
I was spittin' flows before I was
Even born in the womb
And I'ma keep it up until the tomb
And as for the fame
Yeah I know it's coming soon
Cause I'm goin' in raw
Finna bust up in your room
I hit a beat and it's ergence
To emerge in the game
Pukin Hodukens I'm too sick to
Spit that Yoga flame the way I see it
This is rap second renassaince
Spittin' dirty sentences
So ill they affecting medicine
Ha, I'm heaven sent and spittin'
Fire like a demon as the internet I let my
Flow to get to streamin', i'm beamin'
Flawlessly listen in that women in
Yo head while you dreamin'
Leo Dicaprio flow all up
In that bitch schemin'
Tryna' get you to buy that album
Tryna get you feenin'
See my vision as I commentate it
You wanna see naked rerun of the
Bait but the hater ate it
Success is truly overrated
I've seen caster with a blow up
To pop and get deflated see yeah
You made it but all your fans hate it
And it's kinda lookin' like
You and Satan negotiated
When it comes down to the rap
Game you see I'm integrated
Half-white, half-black I had it incorporated
Get the money
(Whoever did this is a real pro)
Yeah, I'm just a youngin' with a dream
Who spittin' 'til sixteen
Quite the microphone fiend
Other rappers nah'mean
When I step up on the scene
All they gon' see is my skin
'Til I open up my mouth and
They find out my lyrics mean
Had a meeting with Raheem
Dre and the whole team
But before I execute a perfect
Plan I gotta scheme
Cause right now I'm on the dolo
Everything about this tape I did
It on the solo
Yeah, I said it's hurricane Logic
Maryland can't dodge it
They gon' be bumpin' me from
The burbs to the projects
I get on the mic and excite anybody around me
You're probably wondering why a label
Has not found me it's not that easy
I gotta work from the ground
Be the center of attention
Look at the people around me
Black on the inside, my outside Ritz
What's a cracker without the cheese?
I gotta stack chips
"Would you care for a glass of grape juice?"
"Nigga, what the fuck is juice?"
"You have interfered with our affairs
For the last time"