Logic - Young Jedi lyrics

rate me

Back again like I never left

Young Sinatra, that’s to the death

We turnt up til we go deaf

Rep RattPack til my last breath

I cut records like Kid Cudi

Day and night, that’s all the time

From the underground to the mainstream

My same team get all the shine

They wanted beef, but I never knew

I just keep the peace and get revenue

Stay true they never do

Cut all ties, I’ll sever you

These rappers like women, how soft they appear

We keepin it real but they flow is irregular

Grab the mic and I murder on the regular

While these bitches hit me up on my cellular

I can’t take the time that I take to rhyme

I just bullshit, man, that blow my mind

I’m 23 like MJ

That’s no rest like overtime

Writing rhymes on the tour bus

We stay real to the core of us

They talk shit bout RattPack

But every day, man, there’s more of us

That money come and that money go

But this music shit, man, that’s all I knowI'll

I been broke and I got paid

Like a Goodfella that got made

I’m draped up and I’m dripped out

Went to school, got kicked out

Told my mama, she flipped out

Said fuck it all and I dipped out

But I’m back though, whole time

Fuck bitches, I just rhyme

Brand new state of mind

My lifestyle is so divine

Cause I’ve lived and I’ve learned

Now I hustle and earn

Cause once you in the limelight, everybody concerned

Wish our wellbeing, and if you feel okay

Bitch, you wasn’t here a year ago

Why is you here today?

I’ve got professor paper, your money need an extension

I’m sellin success, save up and pay attention

Money can’t buy happiness, but that shit can support it

Cause what’s a family of five if you can’t even afford it?

[Verse 2: Dizzy]

Feelin good, feelin great

Feelin like a XXL Freshman on your bitch ass, nigga

Creepin on the come-up with my nigga Logic

Time to get it poppin

Got your city watching, hit the stage, them titties poppin

What it do? Bruh, I fuck with you

Don’t let these haters knock ya

Keep it gangsta, keep it, keep it G

Don’t keep them lames around

And fuck the world, fuck the, fuck the world

Y’all gonn feel my passion pass the blunt

I’ma create that shit that’s fuckin everlasting

And I’m overboard with the tactics

Walk out the house and I ain’t even matching

But I’m stuntin cause I’m the coolest and the youngest

I told em I was a threat they scared of what’s next

I’m Christoper Dorner in effect if you speakin down on my name

Walkin down this road, I’m the only one in my lane

And my fingers gettin itchy, that’s that money comin to get me

Mr. Wright, Mr. Dizzy Wright, Vegas nigga shit makin noise

Wait a minute, ain’t them niggas on the list?

Makin’ moves, making super moves, who the fuck is you?

Nigga what? Nigga, nigga, what? Them niggas the truth

It’s an honour to be a part of the heart, the young Sinatra

You ain’t gotta smoke weed, we gonn celebrate with this vodka

Grindin for some time, and I’m hella straight with the dollars

So if you call me, and you need me, then I’ve got ya

Don’t talk about being the realest, niggas gonn feel us regardless

We gotta keep on killin I’ve got the mind of Martian

I’m spaced out somewhere in a world where I’ve never been

Livin out my dreams and I’m still tryna settle in

See, it’s amazing studio sessions, beautiful blessings

I’m faded, usually quiet, but I’ve got this message

So I speak it like I know it

Got my shot, I took it and I didn’t fuckin blow it

Now everything is in motion

Callin out my homies who understand what it means

To get off your ass, get on your grind and follow your dreams

Makin’ it a fact to be great at what you achieve

If I leave, would you follow with an ease?

Open your mind elevate to the level of this rhyme

Keep it G to the dime, many seek, never find

Never knowing when I’m flowing, feeling heroic, never ask

Chillin with your bitch, I can’t help but grab up on that ass

Swervin at 120 while she’s rolling weed on the dash

Many never follow their dreams, but follow the cash

And this is the reason the Reaper is comin for they ass

Top dollar, money, bitches, Impalas

Fuck it all, let me holler

And show you how we do it where I come from

We gettin money for the long term, not just no lump sum

How you feeling? Make a killing, bitches higher than the ceiling

I’m Goku, you fuckers is Krillin with the spirit bomb

Fuck around, throw your body on the lawn

Right in front of your mom, motherfuckers, I’m gone

RattPack.