Logic - Rogue One lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic - Rogue One lyrics]
Ha, ha, hahaha
Dark
That's what we gon' do
When I say go, we gon' go
Huh (Yeah) , go
Ready to kick it
Give a fuck about a bitch
Was with 'em for a decade
Now we off without a hitch
I don't give a fuck if
Your shit went platinum
You can't fathom how in the
Fuck I'mma combat 'em
We independent
Pick up the mic and I'ma vent it
If I said, I meant it
Came from the bottom and I sent it
Now I think I'm a good father
Sendin' 'cause I was sonning rappers
Before I was a father, go figure
My cryptocurrency is in the seven figures
If you talking shit I roll up on
You with like eleven my niggas
Ready to come and get us, fuck with us
It's me and all my hitters
Made a couple pop songs
Made a hundred million
Gross
Made a life for myself
For every night I need a toast
I was doing the most, said fuck rap
Watch me ghost
I been raising my son, blazing for fun
Baskin' in the rays of the sun in my face
Took a step back, damn
I think I finally found my happy place
They say it's not a sprint
I say "It's not a race"
Comin' uppin' 'bout ten years ago
I felt so out of place
Shit was different, if you had beef
You did face to face
Check the pace, years fly like drum and bass
I've been whippin' that Bronko bumpin'
That "Murder was the Case"
Now I'm givin' it up for the
Real motherfuckers that love rap
No cap
Retired for a minute, now I'm back
It's Logic
Logic
Oh ha ha
Oh ha ha
Oh ha ha
Ha, now back to that part, that other part
Logic
That part, right here, right here
Dark
That's what we gon' do
When I say go, we gon' go
Huh (Yeah) , go
Ready to kick it
Give a fuck about a bitch
Was with 'em for a decade
Now we off without a hitch
I don't give a fuck if
Your shit went platinum
You can't fathom how in the
Fuck I'mma combat 'em
We independent
Pick up the mic and I'ma vent it
If I said, I meant it
Came from the bottom and I sent it
Now I think I'm a good father
Sendin' 'cause I was sonning rappers
Before I was a father, go figure
My cryptocurrency is in the seven figures
If you talking shit I roll up on
You with like eleven my niggas
Ready to come and get us, fuck with us
It's me and all my hitters
Made a couple pop songs
Made a hundred million
Gross
Made a life for myself
For every night I need a toast
I was doing the most, said fuck rap
Watch me ghost
I been raising my son, blazing for fun
Baskin' in the rays of the sun in my face
Took a step back, damn
I think I finally found my happy place
They say it's not a sprint
I say "It's not a race"
Comin' uppin' 'bout ten years ago
I felt so out of place
Shit was different, if you had beef
You did face to face
Check the pace, years fly like drum and bass
I've been whippin' that Bronko bumpin'
That "Murder was the Case"
Now I'm givin' it up for the
Real motherfuckers that love rap
No cap
Retired for a minute, now I'm back
It's Logic
Logic
Oh ha ha
Oh ha ha
Oh ha ha
Ha, now back to that part, that other part
Logic
That part, right here, right here