Logic - A Third Person Story lyrics

He was a, cla** clown Lover all around He was kind of goofy Make you feel good any down But one day he disappeared and never came back At 17 got kicked up by his mother just like that He moved in with his father That he never grew up with But we're not gon' get into that like c**aine we gon' cut it He loved music, but never had the time Cause he was working two jobs and they both was over time His girlfriend always told him that he was destined to shine He smiled, said "really?" but really paid it no mind And when he was of age the situation was sh**ty So he packed up all his stuff and then he moved across the city Went to the room from his homie's mom and dad They saw the situation and they felt so bad They let him live with 'em, and he was doing good Working at the street fixing cars under their hood He got up with his mentor, that he knew for a while He met him back when he was a yougin' only a child A real good guy That gave him some equipment And then he sent him packing like a UPS shipment He said "lay some tracks, and maybe we can get it" So then he quit his job and he moved in with his sister They leaved together as children so yes he really missed her But then he got another job, still working on music Trynna find a style and figure out how to use it But one day he got it Yes he's so excited But then he stopped Said I got a way to go on top, they gon' find me Such a long journey like I'm walking I-90 Three thousand miles leaving the haters behind me Along his path, he ran into a wise man Said "please tell me how I let'em know I'm great" Wise man then said "drop a mixtape But not just a regular sh** that everyone doin' You gotta let'em know that you for real on what you're persuing" Then he was gone, just as quick as he came After this encounter he would never be the same 'Bout 100 miles and runnin', he started feelin' something What's that? Maturity Every single night, sacrifice rest to write Dusk 'till dawn he be rapping 'till the sun up Call him super Mario he always get the one up Finally dropping tracks, now the mixtape is completed His apetite for perfection was seriously needed Then it dropped He would, sell it for twenty but his country in recession so Take it for ten homie consider it a blessing Yes he a rookie, but you know they respect him That botox flow, so whenever he inject 'em Them haters tighten up their game but now it don't affect him Cause if they step out of line yeah you know he finna check 'em He grew up on the bottom, but dreamt about the top He finally found out that until he reach it he won't stop He's headed to the summit, where everybody plummet The game need change and Logic can break a hunnidd The consul to the game so you know we run it Nah, that last line was, over dramatic But he coming for that a** and he gon' let 'em have it