Logic

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Under Pressure

Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I'mma die alone

Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone

People calling me, asking me for money, man

The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone

Flashbacks of a youngin' sipping that purple Kool Aid

Skipping school with my homies and chiefing reefer for two days

Running from the law, living how I'm living, fuck 'em all

Bumping Triple Six

Hennessy in my cup, driving through the sticks

Who the bitch riding with me?

Man, the devil tryna get me

Motivated, under-educated, and hated

But finally getting cake like a happy belated

Bitch I made it, we on

Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it

Write it, record it, mix it, master it, press it up, unveil it

Feel like I've been waiting forever, forever to inherit

This is war, I declare it

Time is money, I can't spare it

Futuristic, so simplistic

Please decipher my linguistics

Slow it down, Robitussin

I'm the king, ain't no discussion

And now we blowing up like spontaneous human combustion

My consumption is the illest

Section eight, I know you feel this

On the come up, where they run up on you for nothing at all

Brighter than eleven suns, this the first, where my funds?

EBT, that's the card

I thank God, I thank God, but it's hard, but it's hard

God damn, god damn, we at it again

Me and my homies that know me blowing up like the Taliban

Yeah, my stress up, but I'm blessed up

Fuck around and get messed up

When I murder the rhyme, I'm living divine

You know that I'm one of a kind

Lemme get it right now, ho

Draped up and I'm dripped out, right now, ho

Caked up 'til I cash out and I got 'em all wondering how, so

On the down low, haters drown slow

Oh God, my God, we got it all right

Oh God, my God, we gotta get it, right?

These fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right?

I said these fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right?

Tell me that they love me, know damn well that they don't give a fuck

I be on that finger flipping killing shit up in the cut

That's what's up

All these bitches out here tryna gas it up

This is everything I ever wanted, I can't pass it up

Life changed in a year, couldn't happen fast enough

"Can I do it like you do it?" That's what they be asking us

White Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up

Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting up

Live it up, hold on to your dream, don't ever give it up

Finally had my share of success, and shit, I can't get enough

Now they know my name through the nation

Cause my single like that good shit, man, always in rotation

Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations

Stacking profit on profit, from this music I'm making

Even Jesus had haters, so when you feeling forsaken

Tell 'em jealous Judas is who this is, and man, that'll break 'em

And bitch I'm still the same

Dash of auto tune so y'all can feel the pain

Broke as fuck, back in that basement, not a dollar to my name

Chasing fame, chasing glory, 'til the day we make a story

Positive that life ain't mine, bitch you can take that shit to Maury

(Hello, no one is available to take your call)

I been working hard, I been searching for God

(Please leave a message after the tone)

Little brother, this is your sister, you're busy, I get you

But I insist you call me back cause I miss you

I wish you well, well, I wish you would call

Cause lately you feel like I'm just not your sister at all, all

I'm sorry for calling and balling, I'm all in

And I feel like I'm falling lately, it feel like my children hate me

You tell me I'm beautiful and yet no man wanna date me

Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me

And lately I, I feel more like mommy, I know I'm me, but still

You always seemed to pick up the phone and somehow I feel

Better, but you been answering me lesser and lesser

So I resorted to the pills in my dresser, I'm gone

As as for he left and he ain't coming back

I hate the man, if I see him I swear I tell him that

No longer cooking crack in my kitchen, cutting, selling that

He broke my heart, that relationship been to hell and back

I been working hard, I been searching for God

I can feel the Devil around me as they all applaud

Promise you won't forget me, that you'll always be with me

And even when you gone I can call whenever he hit me

Under pressure, I've been feeling under pressure

Hey, son, this is your father, don't mean to bother

How are you? Heard you were in town, but I never saw ya

Tried to call ya, where are ya?

In Paris? What a beautiful destination

In Paris, right by the Eiffel, come now, please don't be spiteful

Of all my small talk, I think we're overdue a long talk

When I see kids around the way I say how I'm your dad

It gets me thinking of incredible moments we've had

And on the real I'm trying so hard not to bug you

But do you think you could stop rapping about my drug use?

I'm two years clean, no longer a fiend

Yeah, I'm 57, but I feel 19

And I love you I swear, Bobby, I know you're there

And when the time is right I know that you gon' take care

Of anything I need, of your family

Can I have some tickets to your next show?

Would you stand with me?

Can I have some money for my new honey that's hella fine?

I forgot to mention I got divorced from your step-mom

My mind going crazy, but I still look hella calm

Maybe you could tell *beep*

I've been feeling under pressure

Hey, what's up, bro? I didn't want much, man, just calling to see what's going on. I know you're busy. Dad hit me up, it's his birthday today, but I know you know that. Yeah, he calling, he be tryna introduce me to his new chick and stuff, man, I don't know how to handle that. I don't wanna tell him like nah, I ain't trying to meet her off top, you know. So what you think I should do? Text me, I know you're busy, dawg. But he been calling me saying he wanna come down, he wanna bring his new chick and Brenda's like "damn, he really tryna rock out with his new chick" cause you know we all talk to Debbie. But I don't know, I don't know how to tell him this shit so just hit me back whenever you got the time, man, I know there's more shit on your plate. You ain't gotta hit me, dawg, but if you do I'd appreciate it. When you back, love you, do your thing. Swag RattPack all day, boy. Alright, nigga

Yeah, dear family, I'm so sorry that I've been distant

Everything changed in an instant, my time has been inconsistent

I know that you been insisting, I know that birthday I missed it

I swore I told my assistant, but I guess my mind is in another place

Thoughts often in another world, I started seeing another girl

It fell through, man, what a world

But I'm so focused on my craft, on employing my staff

Such a perfectionist, I can't even finish this draft

This letter to the ones I love, the ones that I miss

Brothers and sisters that hit me up just to reminisce

Meanwhile people outside of my blood asking for favors

I don't owe you a fucking thing, you best switch your behavior

Truly remarkable how I barely know you, but somehow owe you When you don't even know 'bout the shit I go through

We ain't spoken in a while, tell me sister, how your child?

Come now, girl, give me a smile, come on, girl, don't do me foul

Sorry I ain't call before, but I'm calling you right now

I heart that you was popping E, stop resorting to the vowel

How my mama, how she doing, does she know what I'm pursuing?

I ain't talk to her in years, that relationship she ruined

But sometimes I wake and wonder just what the fuck I'm doing

They say family is everything, I swear that shit the truth

I should spend it all with y'all, but I spend it in the booth

This is everything I love, this is everything I need

Never sacrifice this feeling even though my heart it bleed

This is everything I love, everything I need

Never sacrifice this feeling even though my heart bleed

Under pressure, I've been feeling under pressure

Hey, son, I'm sorry I missed your call today, but I was in an AA meeting. A friend of mine was celebrating four years so I couldn't get you right then. And then when I called you wouldn't even answer or whatever. Just wondering how things are going. Jenn and I aren't together anymore. Living on my own, you know. Anyway, the whole family, even the ones you don't know, my sister, some of your aunts that you've never met are very proud of you. Your cousins just love you too. Anyway, son, I love you, I just want you to know that. And just keep grinding, you know. And I don't wanna hear you joining the Illuminati. Then I gotta jail you out. I love you, son. So