Logic - Stewie Griffin lyrics

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Logic - Stewie Griffin lyrics

[Stewie Griffin:] So, uhhh, it's been 24 hours. Got my money? [Brian:] Ohhh, uh, you know what, just give me til next Friday. I'll have it for ya [Stewie Griffin:] Oh, oh uh, that's funny. I could've sworn, I said have it today? [Brian:] Yeah, I don't have it, sorry [Stewie Griffin:] OH. Well alright then... [Verse 1: Logic] I'm Stewie Griffin And this game is Brian Beatin' the hell out of em' Tryin', to get this money Check the statistics The chances of me blowin' up are far from realistic f** it, I'll risk it To have a chance at fame, I'd never miss it I know I'm gonna be famous cause my friends and family insisted [Laughs] Been on the low, concernin' my sh** just like a biscuit But it's time to let off, set off, bread this bread off b**hes I'm comin' and I ain't finna pull out All I do is get this money Cut these records and cool out My favorite night of the week to perform is Friday But I kinda see it as Louis Vuitton day Cause when I step up on the stage I'm snatchin' mics like Kanye Too swift to book me for the night That's Andre Three stacks, I do it big Take no relax, I'm spittin' the facts Catch me in the booth, droppin' tracks [Hook:] Yeah they talkin' bout me Yeah, I know they talkin' bout me Yeah I know they talkin' bout me but Never face to face, they evade it By rappers I'm hated Because I'm fly, while they just levitated As the hating escalated My flowing just elevated b**hes I made it [Verse 2: Logic] Young jedi, all I do is stack bread Said I, Be in the crib bumpin' Red Hot Chili Peppers This right here for all my city reppers Fly talker, sky walker, get gritty reppers Follow your dreams, this life ain't what it seems They used to tell me I'd never make it Now my flow streams Across the world, spit lyrics, let them unfurl Poetic rhetoric my girl Got my mind playin' tricks on me My eyes is closed, the ice is froze, I got it Hip hop was never dead, but it was fallin' And I caught it The way I process chips, you think my brain's robotic f**in' with b**hes over seas cause the p**y's exotic I went from switchin' lanes in the rain To switchin' planes with dames Poppin' champagne, spittin' game, and gettin' brain [Stewie Griffin:] Don't bring that trash in here. This is my house!