Logic - Tim Westwood Freestyle lyrics

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One day, I woke up
And said I'm 'bout do this for
The rest of my life no question is right
Waiting for the bus at a
Stop light looking at
The cop right in front of my eyes
Living in a world of lies
Where the truth dies and hatred multiplies
Mu-mu-mu-multiplies i said I can't take it
I remember wondering if I would ever make it
But as I reminisce I realize
It was all irrelevant, it's evident
I'm Getting money for the hell of it
Never fuck around until the flow celibate
Speaking for the people like a delegate
And when the situation's delicate
I execute it with the proper etiquette
Everybody wanna get ahead of it no
I can't take the time to stop
It ain't all about the money so
I'm headed to the top
But I'm still getting gwap never
Stop unless a body drop
Metaphorical motherfucker to get it in
While the whole world spin for the dividend
But I'm in another system
Everybody hate till he dead
Then they miss 'em
Why can't we relax and listen
Stop spending money on things that glisten
From the east coast
But we chillin it out Cali
Cause your boy got drive like valet
Poppin' bottles of that bubbly, Caillat
Leaving motherfuckers on their
Toes like ballet
White girls doing lines of white
And they be down to fuck if the time is right
Marry anybody if the diamonds right
And yeah we don’t give a fuck what they
Bad bitches on they dick but I can't fade
Cause they in love with the
Fact that I'm getting paid
Make a motherfucker wanna roll up
Cracka hold up in a drop top
On the west coast
Shout out to my homies up in
LA from the East Coast
G's Up Hoes down when we come around
V's up, mufucka from the underground
And I made it to the mainstream
With the same team
On another level but you on the same thing
Lyrical fiend and I flip it
Up with the same scheme
Rattpack till the casket
Flowin' no quicker then when the gas lit
When it comes to impeccable flow
Will leave em mastered
Getting money left and right I pancake
Got stacks like iHop can't fake
On the road to riches so there
Ain't no need to break
So common homie tell me what it is
Never in another brother biz
Up in West Deer Park listening to Wiz
Getting money from every direction
No question, living is a blessing
Rest in peace to the homies
That ain't here today
Cause in the pack I ain't
Got nothing to fear today
Reppin MD, near DC, out VA, up NYC
Chillin in a whip like, like, like Visionary

And all these spanish women watching
Me like a novella
And even when we in the crib
I still need an umbrella
Cause im getting her wetter than
A letterman in the rain
We at the club hundreds and
Fifties I'm making it rain (Sike Nah)
All of y'all know I'm kidding
Like the rubber broke
Getting 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 suck-ceed
Got what you need cause I sweat and I bleed
Did it all on my own didn't beg didn't plead
Everybody talk about logic, don't sell out
Bitch I had a deal for a
Year before it fell out
Doing shit that rappers 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 to the death (yeah)
Cause I'm doing it for the music
Not just to get a check
V's up, whaddup you know I'm on point
I be chilling with your 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 Power, Black Card, White fist
Ain't no way a mixed
Brother didn’t write this
And everybody talking shit man, screw it
Cus 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'
God damn, got bars like a felon
And we getting C notes like
My homie Jon Bellion logic