Logic - The Vibe (The City) lyrics

[Intro] From Uptown, Downtown In town, out of town We got it going on [Verse 1: Phil Ade] They ask me where I'm from, sometimes I get confused Cause I ain't from the city, although I rep it too But this is still my home, not where I lay at night This is more than a city, this here is a way of life It stretches over to my state and then back Where you can see everything from legislation to crack And the education for blacks is get it by any means Where n***as in the hood ain't scared to wear skinny jeans There's plenty young-ins clubbing and Moet chugging Jumping every night this a life you can get stuck in Sipping a cup of Henny xo, ex ho ducking And parties with ball players and sports we got no luck in This is f**ing ridiculous n***as be too meticulous, opinionated Never had sh** but still be the pickiest Look at how sick he is, the son of a nurse Let it be known I made it and I'm one of the first in the city [Hook] Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop To the beat y'all and you don't stop [Verse 2: Logic] I'm from Maryland where all the honeys is fine as Monroe With bodies that make you want to come inside like the Commodores The RattPack, sitting around the table playing blackjack Three piece Armanis with the freshest snapbacks You know its Logic, haters busting at us and we dodge it Whether you're from the burbs or representing the projects This that feel good flow, from the records to shows To getting shorties out of they clothes, from DC to God knows Young Sinatra, don't forget Logic taught you King of the bobbysoxer, keeping it real since I first brought you The flow that is inevitable, peace to Phil and Chris we go hard for the city we know I'm on the come up, too many honeys on they Princess Leia trying to bun up But that's a no go, I'm on my Han Solo in the city [Hook] [Verse 3: Phil Ade] I love it like no other Shine on the brightest summers, go out when the night is coupled With stars, bar hoppers and clubbers They not too fond of others We'd hold each others hand and talk sh** on demand, get stopped with gun in hand, blamnd This is still the murder capital n***as will clap you for your shoe, money and jacket too Dude, I've seen the toe-tagging ensue '02' ain't the year where [?] If black is beautiful, the city getting ugly now We moving now, with the cost of living is shooting through the clouds Wow, am I the only n***a noticing Is the city half black, Mr. [?] f** it, I'll be the youngin to bring the focus in And the dopest since Rayful Edmond brought crack coke in Think I ain't got the touch ask Tony Toca and I'm high as the age rate, watch where you poke it in the city