24 (freestyle) Lyrics - Logic

[Hook: Logic] 

Feeling this villainous vibe 

Feeling, feeling this villainous vibe 

[Verse 1: QuEst] 

Chip on my shoulder, fuck is you sayin' ? 

Swear to God our fathers were playing nigga relate a message 

Breathless, every morning was forced to skip on breakfast 

Mama told me don't let these peasants throw rocks at the king 

Pawns tend to carry on with no conscience 

Straight non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit, verbal 

Fucker wanna know Biggie was making certain while niggas was getting iffy 

Heart is bigger than derrières of Vicky and Nicki 

But fuck up and diss me, this shit will 360 

And must I mention my body count? 

It's murderous, to be humble 

Murder is to be humble? 

Ever heard of me stumble? 

I was born in the jungle where niggas belly's will rumble 

Get checked for thinking or mumble 

But y'all still stuck on rap 

Fuck all that 

I do this in my slumber, merely ventilation 

Tryna stay afloat be on a boat shit 

I swear that I'm lost inside of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack 

Or Nasir with the fatigue, I felt stifle, street's disciple 

My raps are trifle, I shoot slugs for my...you get the picture 

I was raised in Miami, niggas'll smack your coofie 

Just for acting coochie, your goofy actions'll never move me 

No sir, needy no ho, my homies ready to roll 

Never the matter the chitter and chatter 

I did it cause I can machete the flow 

And comeback, here's a force fact 

I'm not a dumb act, run that 

Little punk rat, fuck it, punch back 

In the middle of Little Havana 

Holding a hammer outside with pajamas 

Better watch your grammar around me 

These haters surround me, I swear it's unnecessary 

Gambino, you childish niggas could never see the shit that I do 

VMG, yes nigga VMG 

Only competition that we see is TDE 

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[Hook] 

Happy birthday to my nigger doe 

[Verse 2: C Dot Castro] 

Imma be the guy that rap slow, sike nah 

Dictating bitches smoking Cubans I'm Castro 

My life is like the movie, and I'll be the director 

And just to get a small role, got bitches acting extra 

I wrote this verse in one minute cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes 

Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from bitches that's dumb fine 

Got punchlines like prom with the, world on my palm 

I knew that we would blow up cause bitch we be the bomb 

Rattpack out to get the cheese, drop a verse get fifty Gs 

Hit the studio drunk as fuck but still drop a verse with ease 

I don't give a fuck 

Bitch you know the flow is second nature 

With no pen and paper break it down disintegrate a hater, wassup 

[Hook] 

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[Verse 3: Jon Bellion] 

Let's have a money conversation 

Four hundred thousand from Eminem that's a payment 

Kennedy Reagan's presidential arrangement 

Please don't let this Pop kid take it back to the basement 

I'm still here screaming Beautiful Mind 

Sick of the noodles of rhyme in all my cubical grind 

So I just grew and decided to put you in your spot 

Ooodles and boodles of blue bags from Louis Vuitton 

Getting money with lawyers we have a Jew of a time 

With liquor in a Poland Spring like a Junior at prom 

Yes I chose to pop charts I'm doing the crime 

And that just means I'm fucking dope to you and your mom 

Working in the summer, AC on freezing 

Working in the winter like I got no heaters 

Spring rolls at the damn four seasons 

In the red October screaming thank you Yeezus 

[Hook] 

[Verse 4: Logic] 

Feeling this villainous vibe 

Chilling with me and my Tribe 

Gotta spit this to survive 

How long have I been alive? 

Twenty-four years and counting not including my momma womb 

I'm here in the lab, and I'll be here until the tomb 

Album coming soon watch the Rattpack consume 

I've been on that real shit 

That fun shit 

Spit artillery, like a gunship 

V's up we run shit 

Don't come around with that dumb shit it's scandalous 

In the studio in Los Angeles 

At No I.D. spot hit you with the heat rock goddamn 

With Bobby on the board everybody on the floor 

Hold up let me take a breath here come more 

This a freestyle let me redirect my intellect 

Drop this shit just for fun, it's all over the internet 

Cause bitch I'm in effect 

Wait hold up, y'all did get the Memo? 

You Lumbergh rappers is Initech 

Bitch I've been a fact 

Hit you like Hiroshima then intercept 

Check it yo 

See now all the real fans know that the album goin be crazy 

Spit it off the top and get dirty like Pat Swayze 

From the cover of XXL 

Fuck around and then propel 

Tour coming soon man I know the tickets finna sell 

Really, coming for everybody's Achilles 

Put my own money into this album, like half a millie 

It's Logic, coming for their neck no disrespect 

I did this shit in two minutes or less 

Spent a year on the album, who knows what to expect (Sinatra) 

Spent a year on the album, who knows what to expect 

This is Logic 

(Flawless Victory) 

Happy birthday to me motherfucker 

It's my birthday ! 

[Hook]