Logic - Young Jesus lyrics

rate me

feat. Big Lenbo

(Intro)

What up Bobby

This that 95 shit right here

Take 'em back to the 90s!

(Verse)

Ok, now take a trip inside my mind like you was off to Venice

It’s me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cookin like chemists

Take em back to way back when like Dennis, the Menace

Causin mayhem on the come up like a young apprentice

Smokin weed and gettin higher then a flight attendant

Hip-hop descendant, gold Jesus on my pendant

Got to pull it out for everyone that’s in attendance

Ok, back in the day as a college park tenant

Still can’t believe I didn’t get a shorty pregnant

Man, that’s the definition of a life sentence

A whole lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce

Cuz I couldn’t keep it in my briefs, man that’s pathetic

Fuck all that back and 4 th, this ain’t a game of tennis

I'll be in my muthafuckin' chamber like the senate

Scared to go outside but I know I can’t prevent it

I'm, forever alone in my mind

See I’m a self diagnosed hypochondriac

Either at the crib, or on the tour bus is where you'll find me at

Yeah, I know that I’m livin' like I got it ok, yeah

But I swear that I'm not that neurotic over here, yeah

(Hook)

Over here, over here x 4

(Verse)

Ay, fuck all that, it’s the fat young Jesus

Flow prestigious

Stackin’ money and playin the field man like Regis

Better believe us or leave us

Grabbin' your bitches’ cleavage like, oh

I went from surveyin to Super Saiyan slayin’ the man

Bitches want an autograph, I sign them titties in crayon

Like goddamn

It's me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O cookin like chemists

Posted in the club in baggy jeans and a beanie

Sippin' on a martini, takin' my pick at bitches like ernie meenie

I'm unscannable, young cannibal

Eat wack MCs like Hannibal

Cuz Joe Pesci's my spirit animal

(Hook)

(Verse)

Ok the flow delicious, bounty huntin' like Sid Vicious

The young spickle, interstellar with my retrieval

Furthest from evil, I throw this shit back like medieval

I spit at it like a Baretta, you know I get better by givin' the people

Not a fuck given, check the method, that's how we livin'

Always been driven, out of sight and yet never hidden

The Return of the Jedi, bitch I bet I do the show and catch a red eye

Ho I said I leave 'em dead, I know I do

This shit is overdue pass me the fifth and I'm comin' throw

The B-I-G-L-E-N-B-O on the way to Rio

Ay dios mio, lookin' for a Latin Leo

To hold a brother down like the white man

Fuck that, nigga

Ay enough's enough, man of my word, I never bluff

Even in a pair of cuffs know we always keep it real

Like goddamn, don't even step like I ain't the man

I'm just 301 reppin', second I step in Maryland

I gotta conceal it like a murder weapon

I kept in the glove, Ratt Pack you know it's all love

We the realest so fuck you if you ain't feel this

Throw a Molotov in your crib and tell em bitches to bill us

We the illest

Finger fuck a critic, shit is darker than The Chronicles of Riddick

Yes I did it, why they bit it? You know we got it

Smack you with the palm, save the back for your mom

Sound the alarm, you know we got it goin' on