Mama / Show Love Lyrics - Logic

[Part I: Mama] 

[Intro: Logic] 

Mama, look at me now 

Mama, look at me now 

[Verse 1: Logic] 

I got the juice, coming for you and I'm bringing the noose 

Leaving 'em hanging, my shit banging 

Second that I came in the game, I'm aiming 

Hold up, wait a minute, break it down for the laymen 

(Do-do-do-do-do-do) 

I'm killin' everybody, I'm the MC that the MC's study 

Look up to me, little buddy (Do it like me, little buddy) 

Save yo money, don't think about a Beamer 

'Til ya sellin' out arenas, and you're ballin' like a 

Ballin'-ballin'-ballin'-ballin'- 

Everybody wonder what it be like 

Now it what it seem like, now it what it dream like 

Go like green light, somethin' what a fiend like 

Do it for the drug and we do it for the love 

And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip 

And somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit 

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[Chorus: Logic & YBN Cordae] 

Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now 

[Verse 2: YBN Cordae] 

Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded 

And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich 

But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it 

Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit 

I be coolin', nigga, making stupid figures 

But the truth is realer than the fake shit 

Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers 

I go two gorillas on some Bape shit 

Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion 

The range and the Porches, the same, but it's gorgeous 

Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list 

Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion 

But sharing clothes, good times, I'ma cherish those 

Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows 

Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though 

I bear the toe, don't dare your soul (My god) 

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[Chorus: Logic] 

Mama, look at me now 

[Verse 3: Logic] 

Ayy, I'm the one that's where you're from 

They get it done, I'm killing them without a gun 

Take it in, rake it in like a leaf from a money tree 

Keep it goin', keep it goin', get the money, get the money 

When it's sunny, 'cause when them clouds come 

I can promise it's depression 

That's when you learn your lesson 

Thought you was cut out for this, your profession 

Go be the best and all of that, nah fuck all of that 

No one call him back, yeah, no falling back 

Breaking down on stage, break it down the page 

Breaking down your age 

Like, like now, all you do is compare, compare, compare Comparing yourself to the world 

And you losing yourself to the world 

And you're losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your fans 

You have bigger plans, you is in demand, they don't give a (Damn) 

Spend all your money on bullshit and drama 

Had zeros and zeros, and commas on commas 

On commas, on commas, on commas (On commas) 

[Chorus: Logic] 

Mama, look at me now (Me now) 

[Part 2: Show Love] 

[Verse 4: Logic] 

Ayy, ayy, bitch, get the fuck off my dick 

Everybody better, I'ma talk my shit 

Put him on my back, then I walk my shit 

Fuck around, flick my wrist, get it like this 

I got more plaques than I know what to do with 

Believed in myself when nobody else knew it 

Goddamn, I been through it 

Goddamn, I been through it 

You ain't got class, bitch you been truent 

I am the truest, no need to ask 

Back it up, girl, now back that ass 

Bobby get bitches 'cause bitches love Bobby 

And all of the bitches say Bobby delicious 

To say I love bitches completely fictitious 

[Interlude: Logic] 

'Cause I, I respect women 

But let's be real, man, there's some bad bitches out there 

[Verse 5: Logic] 

Man, I'm just playing 

She flipped the reefer, don't know what I'm saying 

I'm pushin' 30, my, I'm pushin' 30, my man (It's time to have fun) 

Shoutout that boy Gambino, shoutout that boy K. Dot 

Shoutout that boy young Drizzy, all y'all been doing a lot 

Why the rap game so scared to show love? 

I don't know but I am not 

That shit right there, I'm Black Thought 

Y'all bring it back to the roots 

Yes, I most definitely got the juice 

Yes, I got love for the game 

Don't do this shit for the fame 

It's how we people the same 

Don't care what set you claim 

Shoutout that boy YG, Nat King Cole and JID 

Everybody know I be in the club V.I.P (Huh) 

Psych, not me 

Too many people to name, but know I got love for you all 

If you need me, I got you, I promise, just give me a call 

Hip hop, we a family, but the hype beast wanna ban me 

'Cause I am me, speak love, not hate, so they don't understand me 

2019 better get that Grammy 

Give me my props where props is due 

Why everybody wanna come stop you? 

Maybe they mad that they not you 

When you piece that peace and love 

Make them wanna come through, pop shots at you 

That's no love, fuck that, show love 

Don't buck back like a bitch