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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Logic
Logic
Vocals
Steve Wyreman
Steve Wyreman
Electric Guitar
Josh Lippi
Josh Lippi
Bass Guitar
Big Lenbo
Big Lenbo
Vocals
James Blake
James Blake
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Blake
James Blake
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Deborah Scroggins
Deborah Scroggins
Songwriter
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Logic
Logic
Engineer
6ix
6ix
Producer
Casey Cuayo
Casey Cuayo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Bobby Campbell
Bobby Campbell
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Hotae Alexander Jang
Hotae Alexander Jang
Assistant Engineer
Ryan Reault
Ryan Reault
Assistant Engineer
Scott Moore
Scott Moore
Assistant Engineer
Steve Rusch
Steve Rusch
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tyler Gordon
Tyler Gordon
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Wesley Seidman
Wesley Seidman
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

This that 95 shit right here Take 'em back to the 90s! Okay, now take a trip inside my mind like you was off to Venice It's me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cooking like chemists Take them back to way back when like Dennis, The Menace Causing mayhem on the come up like a young apprentice Smoking weed and getting higher than a flight attendant Hip-hop descendant, gold Jesus on my pendant Got to pull it out for everyone that's in attendance Okay, 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 'Cause I couldn't keep it in my briefs, man that's pathetic Fuck all that back and forth, this ain't a game of tennis I'll be in my mothafuckin' 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 okay, yeah But I swear that I'm not that neurotic over here, yeah Over here, over here Over here, over here Over here, over here Over here, over here Ayo, fuck all that, it's the fat young Jesus Flow prestigious Stackin' money and playing the field man like Regis Better believe us or leave us Grabbin' your bitches' cleavage like, oo-ah I went from surveying 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 cooking like chemists It's me and B-I-B-I-B-I-G L-N-B-L-N-B-O Posted in the club in baggy jeans and a beanie Sippin' on a martini, takin' my pick at bitches like eenie meenie I'm unscannable, young cannibal Eat wack MCs like Hannibal 'Cause Joe Pesci's my spirit animal Over here, over here Over here, over here Over here, over here Over here, over here Okay the flow delicious, bounty huntin' like Sid Vicious The young Spiegle, 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' through 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 Ayo 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 them bitches to bill us We the illest Finger fuck a critic, shit is darker than The Chronicles of Riddick Yes I did it, while 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
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, James Blake Litherland, Robert Bryson Hall Ii, Arjun Ivatury Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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