2 Chainz Lyrics - Logic

[Intro: 2 Chainz] 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

2 Chainz 

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz] 

Okay, I think these niggas is tryin' me 

The irony, I used to iron jeans that had the heavy crease 

You know my destiny is somewhere over the catastrophe 

You know your majesty 

You don't smoke strong, that's muscle atrophy 

That's such a tragedy 

I see murder like it's Master P 

Drug dealin' academy, summa cum laude 

I made A's, rarely made a B 

Watch in 1080P, cost 80 apiece 

I need 80G, verses ADD (tell 'em) 

It was me versus the APD (APD) 

'Cause they know I'm ballin' hard like the ACC 

I ride this beat like an ATV 

To see me you need HDTV 

Bein' broke is like an allergy 

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[Verse 2: Logic] 

Ballin' with my homies now 

Everybody know me now 

But they don't really know me now 

Yeah, this shit is real life 

Haters talk shit, but deep down still wonder what it feel like 

Yeah, you know I am right 

I just signed a 30 million dollar deal 

How that feel? Goddamn right 

No, that ain't a rapper flex 

I just gotta let 'em know that money don't mean shit without self-respect 

Built myself an empire 

You can have rap, I'ma set the whole wide world on fire 

Rattpack, that's a fact 

How you go from Bobby Tarantino to the boom bap? It's a trap 

Bring it right back, I do it all 'cause I like that 

You can't put me in a box, my talent put me in the mansion 

Rap without Logic's like the game with no expansion 

Answer, damn I'm feelin' handsome 

I ain't in the club throwin' dollars, I'm at GameStop 

'Member used to sell trees on the same block 

I went platinum and double platinum then triple platinum 

From rappin', I'm snappin', I'm snappin' 

They wonder what happened 

They was hatin' on me now they clappin' like yeah, yeah 

Bobby got the Grammy this year 

Call me Nostradamus, not cocky, I'm honest, well to be honest 

I spit the finest of flows, I count cash, you count hoes 

You'll never get, that's why your shit is counterfeit 

This that Reasonable Doubt shit, Jay in his prime 

This a state of emergency, now sound the alarm 

I'm comin' for your neck but first I'ma slice off the arm 

Of anybody who ever try to bite the hand that fed 'em 

I'm too powerful, try to double-cross me and I dead 'em 

Kill 'em with kindness, you too weak like 7 x 2 

So show some respect when this muscle comes through, woo 

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