Logic - Walk On By lyrics

[Intro] Is it still, is it going? (yeah yeah) (Alright) So we gon' do this one like for the RattPack and sh**, is it recording? Alright for the real hip-hop motha f**as, you know what I'm sayin? (Yeah Yeah) Shout out to Bobby, my engineer It's a nice night in L.A We're recordin this mixtape and sh**, workin on the album at the same time, you know what I'm sayin? Visionary boy Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for 96' (yeah) We gon' do it for hip-hop (yeah second renaissance type sh** check it) [Verse 1] Who would have thought that painting pictures 'bout being broke Would get me riches like dealing coke Like big brother used to do so we could stay afloat I heard them guns outside my window, them gangsters would tote Thought about the life I wanted, picked up the pen and then wrote While they was firing, you could hear sirens From people dialling and women crying in the phone I was in the zone, trying to make a living Heading to work in the morning Everyday felt like I was mourning, as my dream was deceased Until I quit my job, then my work ethic increased Elevated to levels I ain't ever seen Stacking this cream, living the American dream now I'm going crazy, I ain't slept in days Dreaming of Michael Jordan money like I slept in J's Always shouting out my team 'cause I get all the plays But they the ones that motivate me on depressing days See I'm from Maryland where cats draw gats like animation From the smallest altercation, that can lead to termination With a rapper on every corner, like the rest of the nation Pa**ing bars back and forth like legal examinations As a youngin I was running wild Me and my homies skipping school, puffing on that loud Doing sh** just to do it, 'cause we wasn't allowed I thought I understood the world, but I was still a child, yeah Now when my momma was at home drinking, thinking 'bout the bills I was dreaming 'bout the mills, running round looking for thrills I guess this is how it feels when your memory spills onto the page And paints a picture of another age Back in West Deer Park, chilling with shorties after dark ‘Cause when the sun is down, the police always want us down ‘Til we get older and hustle, now they try'na gun us down We just trying to make a living off of what we've been given Wa**up [Hook] Walk on by Walk on by Walk on [Verse 2] They call me Logic, yeah that's L-O-G-I-C I ain't wrapped up in them b**hes, I just write 'bout sh** I see ‘Cause these lyrics set me free, f** the world, let me be And when I feel like I can't write, that's when I hit the MPC My talent limitless, but time limited so listen up If you can't see the sh** I see, you better get your vision up I'm the king, watch me reign, born to rule my domain Album ain't even in stores, they trynna sue me for my name sh** insane, so berserk, never complained, I just work Chasing after my dreams like them high school skirts Back as a youngin, spitting game, try'na get the nut in Living life to the fullest 'cause them little things ain't nothing My flow un-k**able when I be murdering syllables But I take my time, slow it down, check the rhyme Perfectionist to the dime, from the womb to the tomb I be rapping 'til I'm dying, doing everything I love That's the life of a don, skipping school, sipping liquor Try'na get this money quicker, bad b**hes, good weed That's the type of sh** I need Lyrics bleed from my mind state Elevate my mind and watch it rise like the crime rate ‘Cause sometimes I be high, and sometimes I be low And sometimes I do sh** I thought I'd never do before My life is like a movie role that's starring me, got these women on me I hit the club with all my homies, and the drinks is on me At the crib with the shorty that I met at the spot Pretty eyes, nice lips, Grey Goose what she sips Both my hands on her hips, 'til she puts them on her tits Freak b**h want the dick, biting on her finger tip I only f** with nice girls, I never do this type of sh** I'm thinking 'bout hitting it raw, sh** I must be wilding out But that p**y wet as hell, I think it's time to end the drought Then again she could be burning, and that's not what I'm about So I dipped out, to live another day and die another night ‘Cause when I'm gone that ain't gon' be the song that they recite Waddup