Logic - Walk on By lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic - Walk on By lyrics]
Is it still, is it going? (yeah yeah)
(Alright) So we gon’ do this one
Like for the RattPack and shit
Is it recording?
Alright for the real hip-hop mothafuckas
You know what I’m sayin'?
(yeah yeah) Shout out to Bobby, my engineer
It’s a nice night in LA
We're recordin' this mixtape and shit
Workin' on the album at the same time
You know what I’m sayin'? Visionary boy
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon’ do it for 96’
(yeah) we gon’ do it for hip-hop
(yeah second renaissance type shit check it)
Who would have thought that painting
Pictures ’bout being broke
Would get me riches like dealing coke?
Like big brother used to do
So we could stay afloat
I heard them guns outside my window
Them gangsters would tote
Thought about the life I wanted
Picked up the pen and then wrote
While they was firing, you could hear sirens
From people dialing 911 crying in the phone
I was in the zone, trying to make a living
Heading to work in the morning
Everyday felt like I was mourning
As my dream was deceased
Until I quit my job
Then my work ethic increased
Elevated to levels I ain’t ever seen
Stacking this cream
Living the American dream now
I’m going crazy, I ain’t slept in days
Dreaming of Michael Jordan money like
I slept in J’s
Always shouting out my team ’cause
I get all the praise
But they the ones that motivate
Me on depressing days
See I’m from Maryland where cats
Draw gats like animation
From the smallest altercation
That can lead to termination
With a rapper on every corner
Like the rest of the nation
Passing bars back and forth
Like legal examinations
As a youngin I was running wild
Me and my homies skipping school
Puffing on that loud
Doing shit just to do it
’cause we wasn’t allowed
I thought I understood the world, but
I was still a child, yeah
Now when my mama was at home drinking
Thinking ’bout the bills
I was dreaming ’bout the mills
Running round looking for thrills
I guess this is how it feels when
Your memory spills onto the page
And paints a picture of another age
Back in West Deer Park
Chilling with shorties after dark
‘Cause when the sun is down
The police always want us down
‘Til we get older and hustle
Now they try’na gun us down
We just trying to make a living
Off of what we’ve been given wassup
Walk on by walk on by
Walk on
They call me Logic, yeah that’s L-O-G-IC
I ain’t wrapped up in them bitches
I just write ’bout shit I see
‘Cause these lyrics set me
Free, fuck the world, let me be
And when I feel like I can’t write
That’s when I hit the MPC
My talent limitless
But time is limited so listen up
If you can’t see the shit I see
You better get your vision up
I’m the king, watch me reign
Born to rule my domain
Album ain’t even in stores
They tryna sue me for my name
Shit insane, so berserk, never complained
I just work chasing after my dreams like
Them high school skirts
Back as a youngin, spitting game
Tryna get the nut in
Living life to the fullest ’cause
Them little things ain’t nothing
My flow unkillable when I
Be murdering syllables
But I take my time, slow it down
Check the rhyme perfectionist to the dime
From the womb to the tomb
I be rapping ’til I’m dying
Doing everything I love
That’s the life of a don, skipping school
Sipping liquor
Tryna get this money quicker, bad bitches
Good weed that’s the type of shit I need
Lyrics bleed from my mind state
Elevate my mind and watch it
Rise like the crime rate
‘Cause sometimes I be high
And sometimes I be low
And sometimes I do shit I
Thought I'd never do before
My life is like a movie
Role that’s starring me
Got these women on me
I hit the club with all my homies
And the drinks is on me
At the crib with the shorty that
I met at the spot pretty eyes, nice lips
Grey Goose what she sips
Both my hands on her hips
’til she put 'em on her tit's
Freak bitch want the dick
Biting on her finger tip
I only fuck with nice girls
I never do this type of shit
I’m thinking ’bout hitting it raw
Shit I must be wildin' out
But that pussy wet as hell
I think it’s time to end the drought
Then again she could be burning
And that’s not what I’m about
So I dipped out
To live another day and die another night
‘Cause when I’m gone that ain’t gon'
Be the song that they recite what up?
My Jedi powers are far beyond yours
You have interfered with our affairs
For the last time
(Alright) So we gon’ do this one
Like for the RattPack and shit
Is it recording?
Alright for the real hip-hop mothafuckas
You know what I’m sayin'?
(yeah yeah) Shout out to Bobby, my engineer
It’s a nice night in LA
We're recordin' this mixtape and shit
Workin' on the album at the same time
You know what I’m sayin'? Visionary boy
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon’ do it for 96’
(yeah) we gon’ do it for hip-hop
(yeah second renaissance type shit check it)
Who would have thought that painting
Pictures ’bout being broke
Would get me riches like dealing coke?
Like big brother used to do
So we could stay afloat
I heard them guns outside my window
Them gangsters would tote
Thought about the life I wanted
Picked up the pen and then wrote
While they was firing, you could hear sirens
From people dialing 911 crying in the phone
I was in the zone, trying to make a living
Heading to work in the morning
Everyday felt like I was mourning
As my dream was deceased
Until I quit my job
Then my work ethic increased
Elevated to levels I ain’t ever seen
Stacking this cream
Living the American dream now
I’m going crazy, I ain’t slept in days
Dreaming of Michael Jordan money like
I slept in J’s
Always shouting out my team ’cause
I get all the praise
But they the ones that motivate
Me on depressing days
See I’m from Maryland where cats
Draw gats like animation
From the smallest altercation
That can lead to termination
With a rapper on every corner
Like the rest of the nation
Passing bars back and forth
Like legal examinations
As a youngin I was running wild
Me and my homies skipping school
Puffing on that loud
Doing shit just to do it
’cause we wasn’t allowed
I thought I understood the world, but
I was still a child, yeah
Now when my mama was at home drinking
Thinking ’bout the bills
I was dreaming ’bout the mills
Running round looking for thrills
I guess this is how it feels when
Your memory spills onto the page
And paints a picture of another age
Back in West Deer Park
Chilling with shorties after dark
‘Cause when the sun is down
The police always want us down
‘Til we get older and hustle
Now they try’na gun us down
We just trying to make a living
Off of what we’ve been given wassup
Walk on by walk on by
Walk on
They call me Logic, yeah that’s L-O-G-IC
I ain’t wrapped up in them bitches
I just write ’bout shit I see
‘Cause these lyrics set me
Free, fuck the world, let me be
And when I feel like I can’t write
That’s when I hit the MPC
My talent limitless
But time is limited so listen up
If you can’t see the shit I see
You better get your vision up
I’m the king, watch me reign
Born to rule my domain
Album ain’t even in stores
They tryna sue me for my name
Shit insane, so berserk, never complained
I just work chasing after my dreams like
Them high school skirts
Back as a youngin, spitting game
Tryna get the nut in
Living life to the fullest ’cause
Them little things ain’t nothing
My flow unkillable when I
Be murdering syllables
But I take my time, slow it down
Check the rhyme perfectionist to the dime
From the womb to the tomb
I be rapping ’til I’m dying
Doing everything I love
That’s the life of a don, skipping school
Sipping liquor
Tryna get this money quicker, bad bitches
Good weed that’s the type of shit I need
Lyrics bleed from my mind state
Elevate my mind and watch it
Rise like the crime rate
‘Cause sometimes I be high
And sometimes I be low
And sometimes I do shit I
Thought I'd never do before
My life is like a movie
Role that’s starring me
Got these women on me
I hit the club with all my homies
And the drinks is on me
At the crib with the shorty that
I met at the spot pretty eyes, nice lips
Grey Goose what she sips
Both my hands on her hips
’til she put 'em on her tit's
Freak bitch want the dick
Biting on her finger tip
I only fuck with nice girls
I never do this type of shit
I’m thinking ’bout hitting it raw
Shit I must be wildin' out
But that pussy wet as hell
I think it’s time to end the drought
Then again she could be burning
And that’s not what I’m about
So I dipped out
To live another day and die another night
‘Cause when I’m gone that ain’t gon'
Be the song that they recite what up?
My Jedi powers are far beyond yours
You have interfered with our affairs
For the last time