Logic - Dead Presidents III lyrics

[Intro:] Dead Presidents III, Not to be confused with Growing Pains III Logic this logic that, Logic sick, Logic wack Logic just don't give a f**, RATTPACK [Verse 1: Logic] So many people think that rap is they calling, stop it just cease Got-a-ca-peashe this is my house you f**ers just lease Waitin' on a record deal that's never cumming like a priest Black and white like a nun These up-and-comers our sun Like the break of dawn So follow your father like an apostle paint pictures like a Pica**o while b**hes uncover my fossil Never knowin what's gon follow However we never wallow in our sorrow Just pray for tomorrow At times my heart could be hallow Emotions forced to be swallowed While neighborhood cats blast star gas like the apollo This is just a simple reminder as my lyrics force you to ponder Life's a b**h and I heard she'll f** you so I'm trying to find her One moment she'll love you then swallow you whole like an anaconda The b**h is kinky, kind of So with the lift of a pinky I'm a Dominate the world like my name is brain Spit flame like propane b**hes I overcame you know the name Ink in my veins, inflames, and spew on the page, to numb the pain like Novocain, mutha f**er [Hook:] I'm out the presidents to represent me (get money) [x8] [Verse 2: Logic] Allow me to k** it off the brink like no traffic Murderin' every demographic Paint a picture using only blood to make sure that it's graphic Rip the mic to set the example While all these mu-f**ers testin my patience like blood samples Constant thoughts of suicide, where living in an area that's do or die Society expects us to fail, I'm talking about you and I But we persevere force fear enemies truse saying "we want nothing but peace and if not we leave em deceased" In your central nervous system like h**ne reppin' maryland to the fullest Bustin like bullets that travel through chambers that are ignited by triggers don't pull it I go from point A to point B by keeping it G Ain't no k**er but don't push me If you grab the heat you a p**y Buckle up and tell me how you feel, forget the steal I have not a single enemy Only evil entities that have some how befriended me, In they mind Cause I am just a mortal man of peace that can rhyme And when it comes to dame's I catch plane's They catch feelins Haters keep my name in they mouth like villains High as a cellin Ya'll really don't know who your dealing with now Visions of livin' until my flesh is perished and my spirit is risen I'm thankful for every breath I'm givin f** social division On the road to success and their ain't no time for collision People ask "how you get your flow so amazing" To which I reply "I have yet to scratch the surface like abrasions" Haters taken shots but I never graze em Now if pro is the opposite of con What's the opposite of pro-gress I love my country but that sh** a mess Grew up on s** and they that I can attest And how they wonder why I claim I'm the f**ing best [Hook:] I'm out the presidents to represent me (get money) [x8] [Verse 3: Logic] Now if I don't believe it y'all won't perceive it Now run it back and retrieve it Till you receive it in your mother f**in mind Only 22 but I feel like I'm 99 Back in 1999 that's when I began to rhyme Surrounded by narcotics and crime but you know I shine Daddy was smokin crack I was raised by a single mom Fastin every night I ain't talking bout no Ramadan I was poor as f** me and my momma didn't have a dime At 16 the school system dismissed him and wished him well But my momma never fought it, how the f** could I prevail? So I focused on this music and used it to create a life of my own I left home at 17 Shortly after my momma got stabbed by f**ing around in the streets But she still breathin which gives me a reason to believe in a higher power instead of grieving So many rappers biting me you would think they was teethin So you know this is just a sugar coated version within a fraction of a percentage that was taken from just a piece of my story