Logic - Riot (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Chance The Rapper] Ice, melting in my chain Pretty as my hair Ugly as my name Dirty as my gold Comfy as my chair Ugly is my name Ugly is my name [Verse 1: XXXTENTACION] You ever seen a n***a hung With a gold chain I rather sing about the same things That we claim Such is bashful But n***as like a task force Mobbin on the streets and robbin stores With ski masks, bruh n***as ask for peace in riot to bring violence Cause it's a game of cat and mouse And you gonna bleed silent Once the justice is said f** it and grab the pump Then k** a women and many children makes you a chump [Verse 2: Logic] See, I'm a motherf**ing lyricist, b**hes they fearing us Back in the day they wasn't hearing this, now I'm the one who's steering this I'm self-driven, will he k** it? – That's a lyrical given New-School style but the 90's is where my lyrics living My flow is like another Earth, Second nature I disintegrate ya', migrate ya', then light-saber decapitate ya' In the beginning they said it was fabricated, as soon as the numbers escalated But these f**ers just mad that I made it More chains than when a slave traded check it I'm under MC's skin like muscle tissue, what's the issue? If you talking sh** then Im'a hit you Grab a pistol then whip you, then dip you in lava, ain't no one ‘liver Second I arrive I murder it, no you never heard of it So sick my lyrics I don't spit – I regurgitate them As listeners chronologically study my words, verbatim Assa**inate em', the second I raid them like five-0 We pull off the heist and flee to Cabo now I mask emotions like a robbery, cause when it comes to matters of the heart Women will clog your arteries Visionary - V's up – Rattpack Young Sinatra, Maryland's what I'm reppin' Conceal the flow behind the image like a murder weapon [Verse 3: XXXTENTACION] Look at all the stores you wreckin' n***a I reckon Think about the people who own it for about a second I know you got your problems but brother they got theirs This is not a gang, quit violence, and grow a pair But, yo You rather hear me say "f** the black prejudice" Let's murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant Views and etcetera Knives thrown Damage them lives blown Oblivion ole cold Oblivious [Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator] My mom caught me jackin' off to Hannah Montana with a banana peel Sippin' a cherry Fanta to match my dress and my purple heels Looking like I'm Santa but skinny in a black weave, it's real In a stolen truck with my license to k** I tell em' "I'm Frank from Montana, the king of the hill" Except I'm a n***a from the junk yard gang Bill Cosby couldn't spot me if I copied a duck in a bill Simply cause I do not give a f** like virginity Illmatic with the tactics I do not give a f** how you feel, I got wolf I flow backwards like heat when it chills on a thermometer A skatin', rappin', composin' photographer is Back like a black b**h's hairline, kilometer Hotter than Madonnadoo-doo mama back-up dancers with the windows rolled up inside the Honda driving through Nevada during summer Tyler, comma, the Creator is a f**ing animal I'm such spitting like a llama, n***a Oh that's it Thought there was more Okay, I got it, cool So, I won't regret that