King Chip - Two Kings lyrics

[Hook: Logic] Every time I think I gotta go, uh Cause if you seek then you gotta know,uh b**hes they only care 'bout the flow, uh Come on you know how the story go, uh [Verse 1: Logic] This the sh** that never runnin' they always pretendin' I get condescending, ain't my word I'm bending Just imagine like Lennon That we livin' like long division, my vision is risen Shout out my homie in prison, sh** is deeper than an incision On a lower level word to the devil I could feel the trouble inside Tellin' me what to do, I never abide Feel the vibe The second we arrive, you know we know just how to do it My style they can never renew it, I bet they know it !! [Hook x2: Logic] [Verse 2: King Chip] She came with a couple of friends told them come on in I was wonderin', do you need someone to fill you in ? On the reg n***a not givin' a f** 'bout why you mad at me I'm hittin' that p**y standin' up on the wall like ain't no gravity King Chip is what ? good observation He gon' keep living while you keep observating Is that even a word ? Nah but is you hatin'? Language is the art so when I talk I'm creatin' A whole new way to live, way to think, way to feel Let them b**h a** n***as know they f** with me they gon get k**ed They gon' run, put that on my son, n***a don't give no f** All a n***a know is bad luck, bad luck Knowin a n***a gettin' to these L's while I can doe Working towards more happiness than I can handle Light the candle, South Africa after s**in' My doors open we smoking, chilling, relaxin' [Hook x2: Logic] [Verse 3: Logic] I see through these motherf**ers like cat scans And if they talkin' back I just give them the backhand Think I work for Apple the way I give 'em the Mac man Only partially ballin' motherf**ers is Pac-Man (God Damn!) I'm just playin', dont pay attention to what I' sayin' Everything just a part of my plan Cause really I ain't sh** I'm just a man Chilling in my city spending money like Diddy Hundreds and fifty's I'm spittin' greedy While you sittin' pretty, who f**in with me? First name Bobby, but I spit that crack like I was Whitney Started as a hobby but who knew back then what this sh** would get me ? And now they all up on the scrotum The second I told 'em these lyrics I wrote 'em Acting like I owe'd em Not a lot of people understand my words cause I encode'em Now these b**hes give me the top of the totem Allow me to break it down, I feel like I'm breaking down 'Til I hit the mic cook up the sh** that I'm making now Kinda like Quentin Tarantino these only built for cuban links With Gambino's at the casino blowin' my nose with a C-note Some people call me Robert cause I'm all about the Dinero You talk a lot of sh** thats why you sound like a culero You f**in' perro my lyricism es fatal pendejo All up in my business while I'm just tryna get the queso Life is about the peso, in English that means the money And if your buzz is as big as mine then you'll get all the honeys like [Hook x2: Logic]