作词 : Logic/Charles Dumazer

作曲 : Logic/Charles Dumazer

[Intro]

Alright

Seen a lot of shit, yeah

Seen a lot of shit

[Verse 1]

I've seen a lot of shit I shouldn't have but never forgot it though

Brothers on the corner selling crack like it was nada though

Walk inside my kitchen baking soda all up on the floor

Police banging on the door while gripping a .44

I was just a youngin' but this type of shit I've seen before

Y'all see a white boy, but my daddy a negro

Half breed mother****er grip the mic and he flow

I just wanna spread love, they want me to bleed slow

I just wanna keep the peace and help people

Give some of this money that I'm making to the people

So if you hatin' on me goddamn, you evil

And just don't understand 'cause I'm flyer than Knievel

Been through a lot of shit but I keep it on the D-Lo

Never bustin' in 'em streets but I keep it G though

I ain't into fairy tales, I'm just me, ho!

Only thing I talk about is everything that we know

I heard you got a ****ing problem, bitch, I bet I beast

Ain't no need to reach, I don't need a piece

I just kill 'em with kindness, yeah, we leave em deceased

And tell it like it is so now you got it, capiche? Homie, what up?

[Chorus]

Let me bring it back down

They think it's a game right now (Yeah)

But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now (Yeah)

Back where I came from now

We gon' live it up 'til we bring it back down

They think it's a game right now

But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now

Back where I came from now

We gon' live it up 'til we bring it back down

[Verse 2]

I hope you live a long life hatin'

Now watch every Grammy just to see who they nominating, uh

So successful they probably say I signed with Satan

But I got God on my side, always down to ride

Don't get it twisted, I ain't perfect in the least

I'm still all up in your girl jeans like a crease

Matter fact like a geneticist

These rappers' records comin' out, they so repetitive

Shout out my homie Chance, peace to Skizzy Mars

RattPack, homie Castro, we dropping bars

It's all love, man that shit is ours

They never thought I'd make it, shooting for the stars

Yeah, I'm a born sinner, but it's a Cole world

Shout out my homies that know me, can't forget my old girl

But that's a touchy subject like a priest, whoa

I heard y'all finally eating over there, we got a feast, though

Keep it RattPack 'til the beat go

You might not get the flow now, let it seep though

Fans know my lyrics deeper than the sea floor

But we dumb it down so they spin it on the radio

Racism all up in 'em, that shit is irrelevant

My flow is colorblind, rapping for the hell of it

I don't give a ****, my mind-state celibate

Run quick, tell a bitch, rap getting me hella rich

Out the blue like Ella Fitz, my flow is so elegant

Death before dishonor, murderin' rappers in front of they mama's

I rep Artanis, decipher the word 'cause it's ebonics

Reverse the letters and it spells Sinatra, yes, I gotcha, bitch it's Logic

[Chorus]

Let me bring it back down

They think it's a game right now (Yeah)

But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now (Yeah)

Back where I came from now

We gon' live it up 'til we bring it back down

They think it's a game right now

But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now

Back where I came from now

We gon' live it up 'til we bring it back down

[Ad-Lib: Woman]

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