Logic - Waspy II lyrics

[Intro: G-Eazy] Hahaha It's Gerald and Bobby It's 2011 'til the day I see Heaven We weren't supposed to be here, you know? Hahaha Bobby we can pass the baton back and forth like a marathon, come on bro This is lightwork Yeah, let me tell the story Yeah [Verse 1: G-Eazy] Her parents tryna distract her, while they file for divorce Country club, golf lessons, that's just par for the course Sixteenth birthday, pops in the yard with a horse He say keep them grades up, she workin' hard for that Porsche, yeah Aspiring dancer, and she's tryna be an actrеss too She got a trust fund, that she still ain't got no access to Shе falls in love with every person she attaches to Trust she'll say it's all natural, she got some plastic too Hit a bong, say pass that, I'm tryna get high too It's not much left, you got a plug? And she say, "Yes I do" Ain't had it great, so pops bu*ter with the NYU Three semesters in, she calls her dad, she says I'm through (Dad I can't do this) Distracted by the one who's, distracted by the afters (Rich) Distracted by the Gerrys, distracted by the rappers (Sheesh) Distracted by the Leos, distracted by the actors (Hahaha) Distracted by the bright light, so life is movin' backwards (Woo, ayy) [Bridge: Logic & G-Eazy] You snapped dawg Me and Bobby playin' tennis Ha, they ain't ready for that sh*t They ain't ready for that sh*t Take it back, take it back like this Yeah, all I do is rhyme, all I do is get this money All I do is grind (Ayy) Play shows and chill with honeys All I do is shine (Ayy) Tour the world, ain't it funny? I'm one of a kind (Ayy) Yeah, uh, yeah [Verse 2: Logic] She in a room full of people but she still all alone The type to be at dinner but the b*tch still on her phone Don't know the cost of a dollar, but know a quarter zone Chargin' daddy's credit card, but quick to say she grown She addicted to the 'Gram like cocaine Couple of hunnid thousand likes on a picture, she call it fame Pullin' up in that exotic, she feel like she gotta steal Be for real, she ain't kiddin' like she on a pill Sippin' Stillhouse, my bank account is evergreen, your sh*t is Millhouse Throwin' singles in the club, your money still spouse fu*kin' Joe Schmo, just because he famous b*tches want it but know they can't attain us They hella shameless Livin' that life and we know when it's one in a million Rear to say, a motherfu*ker million, I'm goin' for billlions Goin' for billions like aye Come now boy, now check this flow Quarter million on the necklace though Jump on the track and minister the flow Way too high to feel the slow When I got my pain and I got my fame Never one and the same, but I can't complain I'ma murder the game, Rattpack all up in this thing I know these motherfu*kers hatin', yeah I swear I wish you would But two dollar holla, got my back, so it's all good (Woo, woo) [Bridge: G-Eazy] Haha Bobby, why you had to do it like that? You know, for old time sake, yadadamean? Let's be great, you know [Verse 3: G-Eazy] Me and Bobby it's full circle, we comin' to rear cycles I just signed my Puma deal but I'm wearin' rare Michaels (Sheesh) She's like, "Wait my girlfriend here," but we don't wear titles 6AM, sniffin' lines of Bon Iver vinyls Walk out cookies, and we empty out these dope containers (Damn) I write my verses while she rollin' goldie locks and papers (Damn) In my city I'm a legend, you all owe me favors They lead to Vegas, we still mobbin' for these Oakland Raiders She fell in love with Yola, she fell in love with SoHo She fell in love with downtown, 3M lease for no [?] Cipriani's with her friends, she orders the risotto That pussy so good, break the beatles, so she feel like Yoko Her favorite rapper's Gerald, but now she's into Bobby She grew up in Snob Hill in Fresco hella snotty She seen it all, so she's so unimpressed by my Ferrari (Vroom) Her attitude'll sting, I mean this b*tch is Waspy (Haha) [Outro: G-Eazy] Takin' it back to the days I was emailin' blogs my own music, man Shout out Pigeons and Planes, shout out to Confusion, yeah I mean it was a time you had to be there Just kids with bright eyes and big dreams, man Me and Bobby go back like seats and scrapers, come on Yeee, ayy Hahaha Shout out Coose my goose Shout out Jesse Camp Ayy, uh, ayy, uh, ayy, uh Shout out Tyler Yee Shout out Bobby Bruderle