No Biggie Lyrics - Young Sinatra: Undeniable - Logic

[Intro:] 

Yeah, my name is Riley, son 

But you know what niggas call me? 

AKA, Riley Escobar, know what I'm saying? 

Cause I be in the streets you know? 

I got all kinds of names like HR Paper Stacks 

Uh, also known as AKA Horse Choker, uh 

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[Verse 1: Logic] 

Hey, yo, I'll chop you up in sixteen pieces 

In front of your nieces, while I'm eating Reese's 

And won't even offer them any, yes I spit plenty 

This is East Coast flow at its finest 

In the studio, where you find us, put a bullet where your spine is 

At sixteen I was skipping school and smoking chronic 

While you was learning about English, Big L was teaching Ebonics 

I spit fire so demonic, writing code like I'm Masonite 

A Jedi master breaking it down like old plaster 

No medication for this track cause this is how a psycho rips 

My bank account is like a cino bolt, your pocket's microchips, uh 

Motherfucker, I dare you to test it, hope you're well rested 

Whoop your ass and get arrested, in a double breasted 

Louis Vuitton diamond encrested tailor made suit 

Now that's All Sinatra Everything 

I explode like hollow tips on contact 

Chronologically murder schmoe there's no bringing Joe back 

Puffing cubans and sipping Cognac 

Mafietic mentality, introduce me to this beat and it's fatality 

I kill mics like Conrad Murray 

Sharp like Hanzo steel, the rest is obtuse 

I get loose when sipping Goose and rhyme like Doc Seuss 

Flow tight like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a truce 

Alphabetical mathematic addict 

I spit sixteens so erratic you think it was a semi-automatic 

I know by now you thinking "Oh my God, he let them have it" 

But that was just a loan, time to collect like I'm Capone 

Reep what I've sewn, in other words that is the throne 

Chilling while homies smoking marijuan' 

If you thinking that this shit is wack well then you're dead wrong 

Cause for every emotion and every mood I have a song 

For the club, for the streets, for the whip and for the sheets 

Cause this is where intellect and versatility meets 

I'm Young Sinatra, backstage chilling with BobbySoxers 

I got ya 

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[Outro:] 

Yeah! 

You wanna fuck with us?! 

Fuck with us, yeah!?