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Logic - Favela Lyrics

Ok
Take 113
Also I wanna say yeah this is crazy
Right
Okay this is starting on line 1 with Thomas, on 5th of October, here we go

Heavy is the neck that wears the chain
Gripping this grain
Tryna maintain
Feeling this weed through the blood to my brain
Writing these lyrics in the back of the train
Tryna sustain
Through the pain
Been smoking and drinking a little more than I should
And I would do better but I'm human
Eyes on me like I'm Truman
Escape through the page
Contemplating my age
Poetic justice
For those who trust us
I ain't tryna beat em no we just us
Watch the gat bust
We get bread you get crust
Love is a must
World we live in is fucked up
Switch the position
On another mission
Now peep diction
It's far from fiction
Far from accessible
Want beef? End up like a vegetable
A hundred and fifty thousand people is at the festival
Black proud and louder than decibels
Bullshit no I'm not susceptible
It's not acceptable
The bitch in me is undetectable
I'm too respectable
Conceptual my albums be
In the studio til round about three
Never paid a fee
You fuckin with me? Get it for free
Now let it breathe
Murdering it with ease
Peep the prestige
I spit degrees
Your shit freeze
If I had a, had a penny for my thoughts, then I'd be Elon Musk
Rappin' from dawn till dusk, you know in Dilla we trust
Hits never went to my head, I was never concussed
Givin' no fucks, bumpin' Busta Genesis
Waitin' for the first of the month and all of its benefits
Life been a bitch, chillin' with Mad Eleven, tryna get richer
Rather get richer, fuck the paper talkin', bigger picture
Comin' to get ya, now let me hit ya wit' that throwback
The illest memories, PS3 when grenades was gettin' thrown back
Modern Warfare 2 at the favela
Was my escape when I wasn't scrubbin' floors like Cinderella
No glass slipper, pass me the mic, I go Jack The Ripper
I'm sicker than COVID-20, fuck all the money
I'm doin' it how I've been doin' it, ain't nobody takin' it from me
I grew up five hundred and fifteen miles from Seven Mile
But this beat got me feelin' slummy, dummy, ay listen
I never passed 10th grade but I still get the rent paid
You fake, I be real like Cypress Hill
You fake motherfuckers, I can see through you
My game's strong, y'all weak like five plus two
Bust through the door then rush through
Gettin' this bread 'cause the people fuck with it
Your whole shit's stale, wouldn't feed ducks with it
I make firm decisions like a legend stater
My briefcase Italian leather, my loafers is alligator
My bank account is greater but none of them numbers define me
Fuck rap, put it behind me, don't try me, y'all too grimy
Smokin' cigs after dark, we call it Nic At Night
Spark the blunt, watch the Bic ignite, fuck your life
Think you could body me, bitch?
You couldn't even limb me, I'm smokin' dope like a chimney
I been me