Logic Real Talk - Intellectual

Singing:

OBN YEA YEA ON THIS BITCH I SAY

UH UHH ah story of a youngin

Ima keep it uh ay

Hook:

Gotta keep grinding I don't think I’m letting up what the fuck

Ima tryna get my paper up, (tryna get my paper up)

Chasing that bag full of smoke going hard in that yo bitch i ain't never giving up

Now I'm riding in the fast lane

I always wanted this but I feel like fuck the fame

Just want the bag for the get bigger you think it’s a game

I got these drugs up in my system bae say it's a shame

Look, you probably relate to the lie just grill talk

Just like a statue ima up I never stand down

I'm teaching these youngins for to grow up don't have no hand- outs

And if it's two of them you lay down him then lay his mans down

Verse:1

Look, pull up to the lot I'm tryna see scoping out the coupe

Bitch don't try to plot cause if I catch you then im letting lose

Tryna stack my change so I can move outta Baton Rouge

Shout out my lil niggas all of them from south Baton Rouge

I remember days when I ain't even have food

Now ima in the days cause I’m floating in the foreign coupe

Pull up solo wit the gang either way you kno I’m to the roof

Now they want me to explain how I'm doin the shit that I be doin

Bitch don’t ask me shit cause what the fuck I look like tellin you

Bitches on my dick if they ain't loyal ima get rid of you

Check on my new flex I'm looking at her like I'm feeling you

Tell her bend it over ima show her diving in To you

Come fuck wit the lil youngan hold me down so we can be two

Riding round town just me and you I’m talkin me and you

But I can't find nobody bae where you at you know I'm seeking you

Peeping out her body she ah heart

She got them dimples too