OG Maco - For Logic Fans aka The Internet lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm appalled to Paul Bearer Blue dead man in the pockets of bag leather Needing to feel unique, the brave and the bold Needed a code to my last effort I'm leading the man's shepherd Manipulating ma**es, focused on fake a**es Fake drama and asthmas Mediocre or have it Came from selling mucho molta in that abandoned Loco n***as be telling to see they family Po-po using yo homies to do the damage Everything's a bit far-fetched to the scene and set To all my young boys with pride, gambling lives Put it on your soul and I pray that you win the bet [Hook] The homies don't talk there's always the internet If the homies don't talk there's always the internet To all my young boys with pride, gambling lives Put it on your soul, I pray that you win the bet If the homies don't talk there's always the internet (yeah yeah) [Verse 2] Who what said when, aye my dogs at Tryna get ahead like a bobble or ball cap Rushing for the sack at the moment the ball snap I'm in a means struggle verses ghost of the future past I blew though, mash and dash I'm Dan, fathered the swag I'm counting and doing math, they pocket watching the cash Dollars turn into millions just long as you on the path I'm well aware of bullsh** raps I be kickin' back But the music only sell when when it's groovy or lack tax But the music only sell when it's booty or lack attacks Everything good until a n***a react And cuz of lil' f** sh** Try to play Obama and start rushin'