Lyrics:

Who would have thought that painting pictures bout being broke
Would get me rich just like dealing coke
Like big brother used to do so we could stay afloat
I heard them guns outside my window, them gangsters would talk
Thought about the life I wanted, picked up the pen and then wrote
While they was firing, you could hear sirens
From people dialing and women crying in the phone
I was in the zone, trying to make a living
Heading to work in the morning
Nobody felt like I was mourning, as my dream was deceased
Until I quit my job, then my work ethic increased
Elevated to levels I aint ever seen
Stacking this cream, living the American dream now
Im going crazy, I aint slept in days
Dreaming of Michael Jordan money like I slept in Js
Always shouting out my team cause I get all the plays
But they the ones that motivate me on depressing days
See Im from Maryland where cats draw gats like animation
From the smallest altercation, that can lead determination
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 wasnt allowed
I thought I understood the world, but I was still a child, yeah
Now when my momma 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 shawties after dark
Cause when the sun is down, the police always want us down
Til we get older and hustle, now they tryna gun us down
We just trying to make a living off of what weve been given
Wassup

[Hook]
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on

They call me Logic, yeah thats logic
I aint rucked 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 cant write, thats when I hit the MPC
My talent limitless, my time limited so listen up
If you cant see the shit I see, you better get your vision up
Im the king, watch me reign, born to rule my domain
Album aint even in stores, they trynna 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 aint nothing
My flow un-killable 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 Im dying, doing everything I love
Thats the life of a don, skipping school, sipping liquor
Tryna get this money quicker, bad bitches, good weed
Thats 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 thats 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
Put my hands on her hips, til she puts them on her tits
Freak bitch, want the dick, biting on her finger tip
I only fuck with nice girls, I never do this type of shit
Im thinking bout hitting it raw, shit I must be wiling out
But that pussy wet as hell, I think its time to end the drought
Then I guess she could be burning, and thats not what Im about
So I dipped out, to live another day and die another night
Cause when Im gone that aint gonn be the song that they recite
Warrup.