Logic - No Biggie lyrics

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Logic - No Biggie lyrics

Yeah, my name is Riley, son But you know what n***as call me? AKA, Riley Escobar, know what I'm saying? Cause I be in the streets you know? I got all kinds of names like HR Paper Stacks Uh, also known as AKA Horse Choker, uh [Verse:] Hey, yo, I'll chop you up in sixteen pieces In front of your nieces, while I'm eating Reese's And won't even offer them any, yes I spit plenty This is East Coast flow at it's finest In the studio, where you find us, put a bullet where your spine is At sixteen I was skipping school and smoking chronic While you was learning about English, Big L was teaching Ebonics I spit fire so demonic, writing code like I'm Masonite A Jedi master breaking it down like old plaster No medication for this track cause this is how a psycho rips My bank account is like a cino bolt, your pocket's microchips, uh Motherf**er, I dare you to test it, hope you're well rested Whoop your a** and get arrested, in a double breasted Louis Vuitton diamond encrested tailor made suit Now that's All Sinatra Everything I explode like hollow tips on contact Chronologically murder schmoe there's no bringing Joe back Puffing cubans and sipping Cognac Mafietic mentality, introduce me to this beat and it's fatality I k** mics like Conrad Murray Sharp like Hanzo steel, the rest is obtuse I get loose when sipping Goose and rhyme like Doc Seuss Flow tight like noose, whoop a** like Bruce, no time for a truce Alphabetical mathematic addict I spit sixteens so erratic you think it was a semi-automatic I know by now you thinking "Oh my God, he let them have it" But that was just a loan, time to collect like I'm Capone Reap what I've sewn, in other words that is the throne Chilling while homies smoking marijuan' If you thinking that this sh** is wack well then you're dead wrong Cause for every emotion and every mood I have a song For the club, for the streets, for the whip and for the sheets Cause this is where intellect and versatility meets I'm Young Sinatra, backstage chilling with BobbySoxers I got ya. Yeah! You wanna f** with us?! f** with us, yeah!?