Smooth Operator_Ref 06.06.19

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah-yeah, it's a 301 ting [Verse 1] Goddamn, goddamn, conversations with people Crazy how one day, the legends forget that they equal On this Under Pressure sequel We not taking it back, we keepin' it pushing People scared of change But you'll find me deep in the cushion Even when I win, it feel like I'm losing Listening to beats, in the Bimmer cruisin' I think I got another hit, I could feel my body bruisin' What's the conclusion? Or rather, my hypothesis I'm darker than Gotham is Like reading Nostradamus at 90 degrees You better believe I know how to turn a profit with ease Diacritical lifestyle, I'm always overseas Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowing trees Switch the topic, I drop it Fuck around then leave them all concussed When I bust, no thrust, this world we livin' in is fucked Industry rule number four thousand and eighty one Your new shit ain't good as your old shit 'Til your new shit is your old shit, son And then some, gotta get some I wear this 24 karat solid gold Rollie for my son As an heirloom, not for looking dope as I rhyme As a representation to give your family your time If you're searching for love in the industry you'll be let down They don't love you 'til you dead and then they call you profound No matter how mainstream you was in the end, you still underground That's the truth, feeling close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth Money ain't the key to happiness and this the proof Modern day rap is like a golden era spoof But a few of us were searching within the second renaissance And I know that my debutantes Been keeping the legacy going By flowing so involuntarily seamless Me and my team is finally reaping What we been sowing like a seamstress I said I'm on one, I know I'm unsung Was livin' my life backward like Tariq on Undun And now they wonder how I got over son (Do you want more?) Hell yeah, now check the method I been livin' outside of pages for ages Now I'm back, Chocolate City, home of percussion, Maryland on my back From Takoma Park, all the way to Southeast DC It feel like forever ago, it feel like BC Everlasting life, kickin' rhymes in the parking lot at night Inhale, exhale, people hate Oh well, 2012 Dreamin' I'm a freshman on XXL 2013, on the cover XXL Livin' life behind these bars with no intention of postin' bail 'Cause I prevail But that's a story for another time Story for another rhyme And on my darkest days, I know that the sun will shine, eventually Greatest lyricist to ever do it, yeah essentially And if we're being modest then potentially And if we're being honest then... [Verse 2] Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah I'm just an entity, my DNA not my identity Findin' serenity, become a better man, I better be For the child in my baby momma's tummy, never crummy We get big bread, tryna be the greatest, that shit been dead I'm tryna be the happiest that I can be instead I'm tryna get ahead like a fetus, money don't complete us Or defeat us, it can lead us to depression Bein' rich is not a blessin', fame is not a blessin' Wasn't 'til I was rich and famous I learned that lesson What's the meanin' of life? To live it, what I'm guessin' [Verse 3] Time is undefeated, in the end, it beats us all My daddy, my momma, myself, we all destined to fall Currently, the most important thing within my life is balance I ain't talkin' commas and zeros or monetary challenge Talkin' self-worth, put yourself first, don't worry 'bout the worst But when you in this position, it's hard to make selfish decisions Got enough bread, I'ma eat, but what about the rest, my team? They good and all, but I mean, if I disappeared from the scene Then what's gon' happen? What's gon' happen? In a hotel writin' rhymes before I headline at a festival But all that's runnin' through my mind is bottom lines and decimals So focused on the brand sometimes forget about the man Reflectin' in the mirror with this pen in his hand 99 percent of these people will never understand, supply and demand 'Cause I'm in the public eye, they think they know who I am [Verse 4] "Oh, shit, it's Logic! Can I have a picture?" They don't give a damn Soon as they see me, they clench the device that's in they hand Don't even say hello, more like, "Can I get one for the 'Gram?" That's when I be like, "Fuck no, but you can shake my hand Let's have a conversation, talk about life man-to-man You disappointed, I can read your body language like a paragraph" "Logic, yeah, that's cool and all, but I'd much prefer a photograph I mean, can I have a photograph?" Goddamn, rap fans in 2020 so unusual They'd rather snap a pic with you to get more likes than usual Than have a conversation, back in the basement with no placement Couldn't never fathom talkin' to my favorite rapper that way