Logic, Big Lenbo - Young Jesus lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic, Big Lenbo - Young Jesus lyrics]
Yeah yeah, what up Bobby
Like goddamn, like goddamn
This that 9-5 shit right here
Take 'em back to the 90s!
Like goddamn, like goddamn
Yo yo yo yo yo, yo yo yo
Okay now take a trip inside my mind
Like you was off to Venice
It's me and B-IG L-N-B-O
Cookin' like chemists
Take 'em back to way back when
Like Dennis the Menace
Causin' mayhem on the come up
Like a young apprentice
Smokin' weed and gettin' higher
Than a flight attendant
Hip-hop descendant, gold Jesus on my pendant
Got to pull it out for
Everyone that's in attendance
Okay, back in the day as
A College Park tenant
Still can't believe I didn't
Get a shorty pregnant
Man, that's the definition of a life sentence
A whole lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce
'Cause I couldn't keep it in my briefs
Man that's pathetic
Fuck all that back and forth
This ain't a game of tennis
I'll be in my mothafuckin'
Chamber like the senate
Scared to go outside but I
Know I can't prevent it
I'm, forever alone in my mind (yeah yeah)
See I'm a self-diagnosed hypochondriac
Either at the crib
Or on the tour bus is where you'll find me at
Yeah, I know that I'm livin'
Like I got it okay, yeah
But I swear that I'm not
That neurotic over here, yeah
Over here, over here over here, over here
Over here, over here over here, over here
Ayo, fuck all that
It's the fat young Jesus flow prestigious
Stackin' money and playin' the
Field man like Regis
Better believe us or leave us
Grabbin' your bitch's cleavage like
"woo hah" i went from surveyin' to Super
Saiyan slayin' the man
Bitches want an autograph
I sign them titties in crayon, like goddamn!
It's me and B-IG L-N-B-O
Cookin' like chemists
It's me and B-I, B-I, B-IG L-N-B-O, L-N-B-O
Posted in the club in baggy
Jeans and a beanie sippin' on a martini
Takin' my pick at bitches like eenie meenie
I'm unscannable, young cannibal
Eat wack MCs like Hannibal
'Cause Joe Pesci's my spirit animal
Over here, over here over here, over here
Over here, over here over here, over here
Okay the flow delicious
Bounty huntin' like Sid Vicious
The young Spiegel
Interstellar with my retrieval
Furthest from evil
I throw this shit back like medieval
I spit at it like a Beretta
You know I get better by givin' the people
Not a fuck given, check the method
That's how we livin' always been driven
Out of sight and yet never hidden
"The Return of the Jedi"
Bitch I bet I do the show and catch a red eye
Ho I said I leave 'em dead, I know I do
This shit is (overdue, pass me the fifth
And I'm comin' through)
The B-IG L-E-N-B-O on the way to Rio
Ay dios mio, lookin' for a Latin Leo
To hold a brother down like the white man
Fuck that nigga
Ayo enough's enough, man of my word
I never bluff even in a pair of cuffs
Know we always keep it real like goddamn
Don't even step like I ain't the man
I'm just
(301 reppin', second I step in Maryland)
I gotta conceal it like a murder weapon
I kept in the glove
Ratt Pack you know it's all love
We the realest so fuck you
If you ain't feel this
Throw a Molotov in your crib
And tell them bitches to bill us
We the illest finger fuck a critic
Shit is darker than "The
Chronicles of Riddick"
Yes I did it, while they bit it
You know we got it smack you with the palm
Save the back for your mom
Sound the alarm, you know we got it goin' on
Like goddamn, like goddamn
This that 9-5 shit right here
Take 'em back to the 90s!
Like goddamn, like goddamn
Yo yo yo yo yo, yo yo yo
Okay now take a trip inside my mind
Like you was off to Venice
It's me and B-IG L-N-B-O
Cookin' like chemists
Take 'em back to way back when
Like Dennis the Menace
Causin' mayhem on the come up
Like a young apprentice
Smokin' weed and gettin' higher
Than a flight attendant
Hip-hop descendant, gold Jesus on my pendant
Got to pull it out for
Everyone that's in attendance
Okay, back in the day as
A College Park tenant
Still can't believe I didn't
Get a shorty pregnant
Man, that's the definition of a life sentence
A whole lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce
'Cause I couldn't keep it in my briefs
Man that's pathetic
Fuck all that back and forth
This ain't a game of tennis
I'll be in my mothafuckin'
Chamber like the senate
Scared to go outside but I
Know I can't prevent it
I'm, forever alone in my mind (yeah yeah)
See I'm a self-diagnosed hypochondriac
Either at the crib
Or on the tour bus is where you'll find me at
Yeah, I know that I'm livin'
Like I got it okay, yeah
But I swear that I'm not
That neurotic over here, yeah
Over here, over here over here, over here
Over here, over here over here, over here
Ayo, fuck all that
It's the fat young Jesus flow prestigious
Stackin' money and playin' the
Field man like Regis
Better believe us or leave us
Grabbin' your bitch's cleavage like
"woo hah" i went from surveyin' to Super
Saiyan slayin' the man
Bitches want an autograph
I sign them titties in crayon, like goddamn!
It's me and B-IG L-N-B-O
Cookin' like chemists
It's me and B-I, B-I, B-IG L-N-B-O, L-N-B-O
Posted in the club in baggy
Jeans and a beanie sippin' on a martini
Takin' my pick at bitches like eenie meenie
I'm unscannable, young cannibal
Eat wack MCs like Hannibal
'Cause Joe Pesci's my spirit animal
Over here, over here over here, over here
Over here, over here over here, over here
Okay the flow delicious
Bounty huntin' like Sid Vicious
The young Spiegel
Interstellar with my retrieval
Furthest from evil
I throw this shit back like medieval
I spit at it like a Beretta
You know I get better by givin' the people
Not a fuck given, check the method
That's how we livin' always been driven
Out of sight and yet never hidden
"The Return of the Jedi"
Bitch I bet I do the show and catch a red eye
Ho I said I leave 'em dead, I know I do
This shit is (overdue, pass me the fifth
And I'm comin' through)
The B-IG L-E-N-B-O on the way to Rio
Ay dios mio, lookin' for a Latin Leo
To hold a brother down like the white man
Fuck that nigga
Ayo enough's enough, man of my word
I never bluff even in a pair of cuffs
Know we always keep it real like goddamn
Don't even step like I ain't the man
I'm just
(301 reppin', second I step in Maryland)
I gotta conceal it like a murder weapon
I kept in the glove
Ratt Pack you know it's all love
We the realest so fuck you
If you ain't feel this
Throw a Molotov in your crib
And tell them bitches to bill us
We the illest finger fuck a critic
Shit is darker than "The
Chronicles of Riddick"
Yes I did it, while they bit it
You know we got it smack you with the palm
Save the back for your mom
Sound the alarm, you know we got it goin' on