Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song State Of Emergency, artist - Logic. Album song Bobby Tarantino II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
State Of Emergency |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
2 Chainz |
Okay, I think these niggas is tryin' me |
The irony, I used to iron jeans that had the heavy crease |
You know my destiny is somewhere over the catastrophe |
You know your majesty |
You don’t smoke strong, that’s muscle atrophy |
That’s such a tragedy |
I see murder like it’s Master P |
Drug dealin' academy, summa cum laude |
I made A’s, rarely made a B |
Watch 1080p, cost 80 apiece |
I need 80G, verses ADD (tell 'em) |
It was me versus the APD (APD) |
'Cause they know I’m ballin' hard like the ACC (sweet) |
I ride this beat like an ATV |
To see me you need HDTV |
Bein' broke is like an allergy |
Ballin' with my homies now, everybody know me now |
But they don’t really know me now |
Yeah, this shit is real life |
Haters talk shit, but deep down still wonder what it feel like |
Yeah, you know I am right, I just signed a 30 million dollar deal |
How that feel? |
Goddamn right, no, that ain’t a rapper flex |
I just gotta let 'em know |
That money don’t mean shit without self-respect |
Built myself an empire |
You can have rap, I’ma set the whole wide world on fire |
RattPack, that’s a fact |
How you go from Bobby Tarantino to the boom bap? |
It’s a trap |
Bring it right back, I do it all 'cause I’m like that |
You can’t put me in a box, my talent put me in the mansion |
Rap without Logic, like the game with no expansion |
Answer, damn I’m feelin' handsome |
I ain’t in the club throwin' dollars, I’m at GameStop |
'Member used to sell trees on the same block |
I went platinum and double platinum then triple platinum |
From rappin', I’m snappin', I’m snappin' |
They wonder what happened |
They was hatin', now they clappin' like, «Yeah, yeah |
Bobby got the Grammy this year» |
Call me Nostradamus, not cocky, I’m honest, well to be honest |
I spit the finest of flows, I count cash, you count hoes |
You’ll never get, that’s why your shit is counterfeit |
This that Reasonable Doubt shit, Jay in his prime |
This a state of emergency, now sound the alarm |
I’m comin' for your neck, but first I’ma slice off the arm |
Of anybody who ever try to bite the hand that fed 'em |
I’m too powerful, try to double-cross me and I dead 'em |
Kill 'em with kindness, you too weak like «7×2» |
So show some respect when this muscle comes through, woo! |