Bobby Campbell - Young Jedi lyrics

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Bobby Campbell - Young Jedi lyrics

[Verse 1: Logic] Back again like I never left Young Sinatra, that's to the d**h 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, that's off of their pill We keeping it real but they flow is irregular Grab the mic and I murder on the regular While these b**hes hit me up on my cellular I can't take the time that I take to rhyme And just bullsh**, 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 sh** 'bout RattPack But every day, man, there's more of us That money come and that money go But this music sh**, man, that's all I know 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 “f** it all” and I dipped out But I'm back though, whole time f** b**hes, 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 With your wellbeing, and if you feel okay b**h, you wasn't here a year ago Why are you here today? I've got professor paper, your money need an extension I'm selling success, save up and pay attention Money can't buy happiness, but that sh** can support it Cause what's a family of five if you can't even afford it? [Verse 2: Dizzy Wright] Feeling good, feeling great Feeling like a XXL Freshman on your b**h a**, n***a Creeping on the come-up with my n***a Logic Time to get it popping Got your city watching, hit the stage, them titties popping What it do? Bruh, I f** with you Don't let these haters knock ya Keep it gangsta, keep it, keep it G Don't keep them lames around And f** the world, f** the, f** the world Y'all gon' feel my pa**ion (pa** the blunt) I'mma create that sh** that's f**in' everlasting And I'm overboard with the tactics Walk out the house and I ain't even matching But I'm stunting 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 Walking down this road, I'm the only one in my lane And my fingers getting itchy, that's that money coming to get me Mr. Wright, Mr. Dizzy Wright, Vegas n***a sh** (making noise) Wait a minute, ain't them n***as on the list? Making moves, making super moves, who the f** is you? n***a what? n***a, n***a, what? Them n***as the truth It's an honor to be a part of the heart of the young Sinatra You ain't gotta smoke weed, we gon' celebrate with this vodka Grinding 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, n***as gon' feel us regardless We gotta keep on k**ing, I've got the mind of Martian I'm spaced out somewhere in a world where I've never been Living 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 f**in' blow it Now everything is in motion Calling out my homies who understand what it means To get off your a**, get on your grind and follow your dreams Making it a fact to be great at what you achieve If I lead, would you follow with a ease? [Verse 3: Logic] 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 Chilling with your b**h, I can't help but grab up on that a** Swerving 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 coming for they a** Top dollar, money, b**hes, Impalas f** it all, let me holler And show you how we do it where I come from We getting money for the long term, not just no lump sum How you feeling? Make a k**ing, b**hes higher than the ceiling I'm Goku, you f**ers is Krillin with the spirit bomb f** around, throw your body on the lawn Right in front of your mom, motherf**ers, I'm gone RattPack