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Logic - State Of Emergency (feat. 2 Chainz) (Slowed + Reverb + Bass Boosted)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Logic
Logic
Vocals
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arjun Ivatury
Arjun Ivatury
Songwriter
Altariq Crapps
Altariq Crapps
Songwriter
Darrell Alston
Darrell Alston
Songwriter
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Songwriter
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tariq Beats
Tariq Beats
Producer
Vontae Thomas
Vontae Thomas
Producer
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
Producer
Robert Campbell
Robert Campbell
Mixing Engineer
Nolan Presley
Nolan Presley
Recording Engineer
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah 2 Chainz Okay, I think these niggas is tryin' me The irony, I used to iron jeans that had the heavy crease You know my destiny is somewhere over the catastrophe You know your majesty You don't smoke strong, that's must or ass or feet That's such a tragedy I see murder like it's Master P Drug dealin' academy, summa cum laude I made A's, rarely made a B Watch in 1080P, cost 80 apiece I need 80G, flows is ADD (tell 'em) It was me versus the APD (APD) 'Cause they know I'm ballin' hard like the ACC I ride this beat like an ATV To see me you need HDTV Bein' broke is like an allergy Ballin' with my homies now Everybody know me now But they don't really know me now Yeah, this shit is real life Haters talk shit, but deep down still wonder what it feel like Yeah, you know I am right I just signed a 30 million dollar deal How that feel? Goddamn right No, that ain't a rapper flex I just gotta let 'em know that money don't mean shit without self-respect Built myself an empire You can have rap, I'ma set the whole wide world on fire Rattpack, that's a fact How you go from Bobby Tarantino to the boom bap? It's a trap Bring it right back, I do it all 'cause I like that You can't put me in a box, my talent put me in the mansion Rap without Logic's like the game with no expansion Answer, damn I'm feelin' handsome I ain't in the club throwin' dollars, I'm at GameStop 'Member used to sell trees on the same block I went platinum and double platinum then triple platinum From rappin', I'm snappin', I'm snappin' They wonder what happened They was hatin' on me now they clappin' like yeah, yeah Bobby got the Grammy this year Call me Nostradamus, not cocky, I'm honest, well to be honest I spit the finest of flows, I count cash, you count hoes You'll never get, that's why your shit is counterfeit This that Reasonable Doubt shit, Jay in his prime This a state of emergency, now sound the alarm I'm comin' for your neck but first I'ma slice off the arm Of anybody who ever try to bite the hand that fed 'em I'm too powerful, try to double-cross me and I dead 'em Kill 'em with kindness, you too weak like 7 x 2 So show some respect when this muscle comes through, woo
Writer(s): Khalil Abdul-rahman, Robert Hall, Tauheed Epps, Arjun Ivatury, Altariq Crapps, Darrell Alston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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