Logic - 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, how soft they appear We keepin' 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 I 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 Wish our wellbeing, and if you feel okay b**h, you wasn't here a year ago Why is you here today? I've got professor paper, your money need an extension I'm sellin' 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] Feelin' good, feelin' great... Feelin' like a XXL Freshman on your b**h a**, n***a... Creepin' on the come-up with my n***a Logic Time to get it poppin' Got your city watching, hit the stage, them titties poppin' 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'm a 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 stuntin' '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 Walkin' down this road, I'm the only one in my lane And my fingers gettin' itchy, that's that money comin' to get me Mr. Wright, Mr. Dizzy Wright, Vegas n***a sh** (makin' noise) Wait a minute, ain't them n***as on the list? Makin' 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 honour to be a part of the heart, the young Sinatra You ain't gotta smoke weed, we gon' celebrate with this vodka Grindin' 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**in' I've got the mind of Martian I'm spaced out... somewhere in a world where I've never been Livin' 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 messa f** n******gs im tellin ya Got my shot, I took it and I didn't f**in' blow it Now everything is in motion Callin' out my homies who understand what it means To get off your a**, get on your grind and follow your dreams Makin' it a fact to be great at what you achieve If I leave, would you follow with an 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 Chillin' with your b**h, I can't help but grab up on that a** Swervin' 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 comin' 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 gettin' 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 Crimin' with the spirit bomb f** around, throw your body on the lawn Right in front of your mom, motherf**ers, I'm gone RattPack... *** Thanks for correction this lyrics