Walk On By

Walk On By Lyrics Logic (MD)

[Verse 1]
Who would've thought that painting pictures 'bout being broke
Would get me rich just like dealin' 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 firin', you can hear sirens
For people diallin' and women cryin' in the phone
I was in the zone, tryna make a livin'
Headed to work in the mornin'
Every day 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
Stackin' this cream, livin' the American dream now
I'm goin' crazy, I ain't slept in days
Dreamin' of Michael Jordan money like I slept in Js
Always shoutin' out my team 'cause I get all the plays
But they the ones that motivate me on depressin' 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
Passin' bars back and forth like legal examinations
As a youngin I was runnin' wild
Me and my homies skippin' school, puffin' on that loud
Doin' shit 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 drinkin', thinking 'bout the bills
I was dreaming' 'bout the mills, runnin' 'round lookin' 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, chillin' with shorties after dark
'Cause when the sun is down, the police always run us down
'Til we get older and hustle, now they tryna gun us down
We just tryna make a livin' off what we've been given
What's up?

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 rocked up in them bitches, I just write 'bout shit I see
'Cause these lyrics set me free, fuck the world, let me be
And when I feel like I can't write, that's when I hit the MPC
My talent limitless, my time limited, so listen up
If you can't see the shit I see, you 'd better get your vision up
I'm the king, watch me reign, born to rule my domain
I remain even in stores, they tryna sue me for my name
Shit insane, so berserk, never complained, I just work
Chasin' after my dreams like them high school skirts
Back as a young'n, spittin' game, tryna get the nut in
Livin' life to the fullest 'cause them little things ain't nothin'
My flow unkillable when I be riddlin' syllables
Better take my time, slow it down, check the rhyme
Perfectionist to the dime
From the womb to the tomb, I be rapine' 'til I'm dyin'
Doin' everything I love, that's the life of a don
Skippin' school, sippin' liquor, tryna get this money quicker
Bad bitches, good weed, that's the type of shit 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 shit I thought I'd never do before
My life is like a movie role that's starrin' 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
Put my hands on her hips 'til she put 'em on her tits
Freak bitch, want the dick, bitin' on her finger tip
I only fuck with nice girls, I never do this type of shit
I'm thinkin' 'bout hittin' it raw, shit I must be wildin' out
But that pussy wet as hell, I think it's time to end the drought
Then again, she could be burnin', 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
What up?


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