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everybody got it, ugh\n  Welcome to my hood\n  Look at all these old school Chevys,\n  24's so you know we roll heavy (YMCMB)\n  Welcome to my hood\n  Where they gettin' fly like a G6, and everybody know this is the remix\n  Welcome to my hood\n  Them boys will put you down on yo knees(woop,\n  Woop) that's the sound of the police in my hood\n\n  Everybody on the corner with the work\n  Slangin & bangin in front of that liquor store\n  Blowin money cause I live life fast with\n  This bottle full of yak I'm a sip it slow\n  Singles double when triple beams take over\n  Now holla cause they Impalas got extreme makeovers\n  Couches covered in plastic, babies all in the street now\n  Wear the wrong color and catch a Rodney King beatdown\n  Kids hit with switches, mamas is quotin' scriptures\n  While Luda's getting head, more gums than baby pictures\n  Cock my 40 Glock and my partna just bought a replica\n  Now Asians sayin they don't keep no\n  Cash in they register (hurry up and buy)\n  We run from red and blue lights to get that green\n  But whoever got that white is winning like Charlie Sheen\n"},{"id":9050839,"name":"Welcome to Forever","trackName":"Welcome to Forever","artistName":"Logic, Jon Bellion","albumName":"Young Sinatra: Welcome To Forever","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"DJ Khaled & T-Pain]\nI'm for real about this shit,\nthis the remix (welcome to my hood) let's go, remix, remix, remix\n(Where ya hood at, where ya hood at, where ya hood at)\n\nWelcome to my hood\nEverybody know everybody and if I got it everybody got it, ugh\nWelcome to my hood\nLook at all these old school Chevys,\n24's so you know we roll heavy (YMCMB)\nWelcome to my hood\nWhere they gettin' fly like a G6, and everybody know this is the remix\nWelcome to my hood\nThem boys will put you down on yo knees(woop,\nwoop) that's the sound of the police in my hood\n\nEverybody on the corner with the work\nslangin & bangin in front of that liquor 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Cock my 40 Glock and my partna just bought a replica\n  Now Asians sayin they don't keep no\n  cash in they register (hurry up and buy)\n  We run from red and blue lights to get that green\n  But whoever got that white is winning like Charlie Sheen\n"},{"id":10514581,"name":"Welcome to Forever","trackName":"Welcome to Forever","artistName":"Logic feat. 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Jon Bellion)\n  artist: Logic, Jon Bellion\n  album: 'Young Sinatra: Welcome To Forever'\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  DJ Khaled & T-Pain]\n  I'm for real about this shit,\n  This the remix (welcome to my hood) let's go, remix, remix, remix\n  (Where ya hood at, where ya hood at, where ya hood at)\n\n  Welcome to my hood\n  Everybody know everybody and if I got it everybody got it, ugh\n  Welcome to my hood\n  Look at all these old school Chevys,\n  24's so you know we roll heavy (YMCMB)\n  Welcome to my hood\n  Where they gettin' fly like a G6, and everybody know this is the remix\n  Welcome to my hood\n  Them boys will put you down on yo knees(woop,\n  Woop) that's the sound of the police in my hood\n\n  Everybody on the corner with the work\n  Slangin & bangin in front of that liquor store\n  Blowin money cause I live life fast with\n  This bottle full of yak I'm a sip it slow\n  Singles double when triple beams take over\n  Now holla cause they Impalas got extreme makeovers\n  Couches covered in plastic, babies all in the street now\n  Wear the wrong color and catch a Rodney King beatdown\n  Kids hit with switches, mamas is quotin' scriptures\n  While Luda's getting head, more gums than baby pictures\n  Cock my 40 Glock and my partna just bought a replica\n  Now Asians sayin they don't keep no\n  Cash in they register (hurry up and buy)\n  We run from red and blue lights to get that green\n  But whoever got that white is winning like Charlie Sheen\n"},{"id":11065145,"name":"Common Logic  / Midnight Marauder (Prod by C-Sick, Logic)","trackName":"Common Logic  / Midnight Marauder (Prod by C-Sick, Logic)","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Young Sinatra: Welcome To Forever","duration":259.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Part I: Common Logic]\n\nMay I ask in what way your life is contributing to society as you sit\nhere day after day after day in this dark room,\nstringing along on that stupid guitar?\nHave you ever thought about that?\nWhat are you doing for the world or for other\npeople? Day after day, hour after hour, night after night\nLogic\n\nMe and my homies just chillin' feelin' the vibes\nThis the time of our lives but many don't realize\nHavin' visions of livin' on another level, never signed to the Devil\nThe rebel that be fuckin' 'round with the treble\nBumping Tribe in the system like penicillin, motherfucker\nI'm killing, spittin' venomous never remember this it's like a system\nSay it then I do it, I never missed 'em\nFuck 'em after I kissed 'em, sit back and listen\nMy chain, it glisten, it's like I'm from another dimension\nDid I mention my circle's smaller than an intervention\nThen some beautiful women tell me I'm handsome\nThen I snatch they heart and make the pussy the ransom\nI fuck 'em until inside they belly burst\nStop it, drop the beat and then we cue the verse\nSpitting lyrics like how a Mac-11 really disperse\nSlaughter MCs and resurrect them when they in the hearse\nThey say I got too many styles, bitch I've been diverse\nThey scared to jump in the cipher, I be all up in it first\nMy apologies but if you're after me then it gets worse\nWhen I come through I spit voodoo and leave 'em cursed\nCommon logic\n\nSinatra\nSeven times out of ten we listen to our music at night,\nthus spawned the title of this program — Midnight Marauder\nSounds like some, some '90s shit\nMidnight Marauder, It's a good farewell\nMidnight Marauder, Uh, I suppose, yeah, music\n\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words, the tribe that's next\n\nIt's been a long time and I ain't even in my prime\nI remember many moons ago spitting the realest lines\nOn the come up, matter fact it was long before that\nBefore I bought my first mic, before I could afford that\nThis is a letter to the underground, the place where I'm from\nThis is a letter to the fans that understand what I've done\nAnd even though I gotta leave, man, don't none of y'all grieve\n'Cause even in the mainstream that lyricism I breathe\nSome of y'all love my raw records, some of y'all don't\nSome of y'all will love my radio shit, some of y'all won't\nJust like my race, my music has always been yin and yang\nSomething for everybody, no not just one lane\nAnd on the real, I'll never forget the day I got my deal\nFull creative control and the money was unreal\nStarted from the bottom and got here 'cause of my skill\nAnd I never set a goal that I didn't plan to fulfil\n\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest\nYeah, yeah, this the realest\nThe realest, say what? Say what?\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest\nThis is the realest\n\nYou're not any less of a man if you don't pull the trigger.\nYou're not necessarily a man if you do.\nThis concludes the Midnight Marauder\nprogram. Press any key to return to the main menu\n\nI hope y'all understand. Y'all get it. Just have fun,\nyou know what I mean? Enjoy the music,\nthat's what it is at the end of the day.\nIt's just good fucking music, man. Yeah boy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Common Logic  / Midnight Marauder (Prod by C-Sick, Logic)\n  artist: Logic\n  album: 'Young Sinatra: Welcome To Forever'\n  duration_ms: 259000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Part I: Common Logic]\n\n  May I ask in what way your life is contributing to society as you sit\n  here day after day after day in this dark room,\n  stringing along on that stupid guitar?\n  Have you ever thought about that?\n  What are you doing for the world or for other\n  people? Day after day, hour after hour, night after night\n  Logic\n\n  Me and my homies just chillin' feelin' the vibes\n  This the time of our lives but many don't realize\n  Havin' visions of livin' on another level, never signed to the Devil\n  The rebel that be fuckin' 'round with the treble\n  Bumping Tribe in the system like penicillin, motherfucker\n  I'm killing, spittin' venomous never remember this it's like a system\n  Say it then I do it, I never missed 'em\n  Fuck 'em after I kissed 'em, sit back and listen\n  My chain, it glisten, it's like I'm from another dimension\n  Did I mention my circle's smaller than an intervention\n  Then some beautiful women tell me I'm handsome\n  Then I snatch they heart and make the pussy the ransom\n  I fuck 'em until inside they belly burst\n  Stop it, drop the beat and then we cue the verse\n  Spitting lyrics like how a Mac-11 really disperse\n  Slaughter MCs and resurrect them when they in the hearse\n  They say I got too many styles, bitch I've been diverse\n  They scared to jump in the cipher, I be all up in it first\n  My apologies but if you're after me then it gets worse\n  When I come through I spit voodoo and leave 'em cursed\n  Common logic\n\n  Sinatra\n  Seven times out of ten we listen to our music at night,\n  thus spawned the title of this program — Midnight Marauder\n  Sounds like some, some '90s shit\n  Midnight Marauder, It's a good farewell\n  Midnight Marauder, Uh, I suppose, yeah, music\n\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words, the tribe that's next\n\n  It's been a long time and I ain't even in my prime\n  I remember many moons ago spitting the realest lines\n  On the come up, matter fact it was long before that\n  Before I bought my first mic, before I could afford that\n  This is a letter to the underground, the place where I'm from\n  This is a letter to the fans that understand what I've done\n  And even though I gotta leave, man, don't none of y'all grieve\n  'Cause even in the mainstream that lyricism I breathe\n  Some of y'all love my raw records, some of y'all don't\n  Some of y'all will love my radio shit, some of y'all won't\n  Just like my race, my music has always been yin and yang\n  Something for everybody, no not just one lane\n  And on the real, I'll never forget the day I got my deal\n  Full creative control and the money was unreal\n  Started from the bottom and got here 'cause of my skill\n  And I never set a goal that I didn't plan to fulfil\n\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest\n  Yeah, yeah, this the realest\n  The realest, say what? Say what?\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest\n  This is the realest\n\n  You're not any less of a man if you don't pull the trigger.\n  You're not necessarily a man if you do.\n  This concludes the Midnight Marauder\n  program. Press any key to return to the main menu\n\n  I hope y'all understand. Y'all get it. Just have fun,\n  you know what I mean? Enjoy the music,\n  that's what it is at the end of the day.\n  It's just good fucking music, man. Yeah boy\n"},{"id":2651976,"name":"Common Logic/Midnight Marauder","trackName":"Common Logic/Midnight Marauder","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Young Sinatra: Welcome To Forever","duration":259.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Part I: Common Logic]\n\nMay I ask in what way your life is contributing to society as you sit\nHere day after day after day in this dark room,\nStringing along on that stupid guitar?\nHave you ever thought about that?\nWhat are you doing for the world or for other\nPeople? Day after day, hour after hour, night after night\nLogic\n\nMe and my homies just chillin' feelin' the vibes\nThis the time of our lives but many don't realize\nHavin' visions of livin' on another level, never signed to the Devil\nThe rebel that be fuckin' 'round with the treble\nBumping Tribe in the system like penicillin, motherfucker\nI'm killing, spittin' venomous never remember this it's like a system\nSay it then I do it, I never missed 'em\nFuck 'em after I kissed 'em, sit back and listen\nMy chain, it glisten, it's like I'm from another dimension\nDid I mention my circle's smaller than an intervention\nThen some beautiful women tell me I'm handsome\nThen I snatch they heart and make the pussy the ransom\nI fuck 'em until inside they belly burst\nStop it, drop the beat and then we cue the verse\nSpitting lyrics like how a Mac-11 really disperse\nSlaughter MCs and resurrect them when they in the hearse\nThey say I got too many styles, bitch I've been diverse\nThey scared to jump in the cipher, I be all up in it first\nMy apologies but if you're after me then it gets worse\nWhen I come through I spit voodoo and leave 'em cursed\nCommon logic\n\nSinatra\nSeven times out of ten we listen to our music at night,\nThus spawned the title of this program — Midnight Marauder\nSounds like some, some '90s shit\nMidnight Marauder, It's a good farewell\nMidnight Marauder, Uh, I suppose, yeah, music\n\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words, the tribe that's next\n\nIt's been a long time and I ain't even in my prime\nI remember many moons ago spitting the realest lines\nOn the come up, matter fact it was long before that\nBefore I bought my first mic, before I could afford that\nThis is a letter to the underground, the place where I'm from\nThis is a letter to the fans that understand what I've done\nAnd even though I gotta leave, man, don't none of y'all grieve\n'Cause even in the mainstream that lyricism I breathe\nSome of y'all love my raw records, some of y'all don't\nSome of y'all will love my radio shit, some of y'all won't\nJust like my race, my music has always been yin and yang\nSomething for everybody, no not just one lane\nAnd on the real, I'll never forget the day I got my deal\nFull creative control and the money was unreal\nStarted from the bottom and got here 'cause of my skill\nAnd I never set a goal that I didn't plan to fulfil\n\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest\nYeah, yeah, this the realest\nThe realest, say what? Say what?\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest\nThis is the realest\n\nYou're not any less of a man if you don't pull the trigger.\nYou're not necessarily a man if you do.\nThis concludes the Midnight Marauder\nProgram. Press any key to return to the main menu\n\nI hope y'all understand. Y'all get it. Just have fun,\nYou know what I mean? Enjoy the music,\nThat's what it is at the end of the day.\nIt's just good fucking music, man. Yeah boy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Common Logic/Midnight Marauder\n  artist: Logic\n  album: 'Young Sinatra: Welcome To Forever'\n  duration_ms: 259000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Part I: Common Logic]\n\n  May I ask in what way your life is contributing to society as you sit\n  Here day after day after day in this dark room,\n  Stringing along on that stupid guitar?\n  Have you ever thought about that?\n  What are you doing for the world or for other\n  People? Day after day, hour after hour, night after night\n  Logic\n\n  Me and my homies just chillin' feelin' the vibes\n  This the time of our lives but many don't realize\n  Havin' visions of livin' on another level, never signed to the Devil\n  The rebel that be fuckin' 'round with the treble\n  Bumping Tribe in the system like penicillin, motherfucker\n  I'm killing, spittin' venomous never remember this it's like a system\n  Say it then I do it, I never missed 'em\n  Fuck 'em after I kissed 'em, sit back and listen\n  My chain, it glisten, it's like I'm from another dimension\n  Did I mention my circle's smaller than an intervention\n  Then some beautiful women tell me I'm handsome\n  Then I snatch they heart and make the pussy the ransom\n  I fuck 'em until inside they belly burst\n  Stop it, drop the beat and then we cue the verse\n  Spitting lyrics like how a Mac-11 really disperse\n  Slaughter MCs and resurrect them when they in the hearse\n  They say I got too many styles, bitch I've been diverse\n  They scared to jump in the cipher, I be all up in it first\n  My apologies but if you're after me then it gets worse\n  When I come through I spit voodoo and leave 'em cursed\n  Common logic\n\n  Sinatra\n  Seven times out of ten we listen to our music at night,\n  Thus spawned the title of this program — Midnight Marauder\n  Sounds like some, some '90s shit\n  Midnight Marauder, It's a good farewell\n  Midnight Marauder, Uh, I suppose, yeah, music\n\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words, the tribe that's next\n\n  It's been a long time and I ain't even in my prime\n  I remember many moons ago spitting the realest lines\n  On the come up, matter fact it was long before that\n  Before I bought my first mic, before I could afford that\n  This is a letter to the underground, the place where I'm from\n  This is a letter to the fans that understand what I've done\n  And even though I gotta leave, man, don't none of y'all grieve\n  'Cause even in the mainstream that lyricism I breathe\n  Some of y'all love my raw records, some of y'all don't\n  Some of y'all will love my radio shit, some of y'all won't\n  Just like my race, my music has always been yin and yang\n  Something for everybody, no not just one lane\n  And on the real, I'll never forget the day I got my deal\n  Full creative control and the money was unreal\n  Started from the bottom and got here 'cause of my skill\n  And I never set a goal that I didn't plan to fulfil\n\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest\n  Yeah, yeah, this the realest\n  The realest, say what? Say what?\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest\n  This is the realest\n\n  You're not any less of a man if you don't pull the trigger.\n  You're not necessarily a man if you do.\n  This concludes the Midnight Marauder\n  Program. Press any key to return to the main menu\n\n  I hope y'all understand. Y'all get it. Just have fun,\n  You know what I mean? Enjoy the music,\n  That's what it is at the end of the day.\n  It's just good fucking music, man. Yeah boy\n"},{"id":19184318,"name":"Common Logic/Midnight Marauder","trackName":"Common Logic/Midnight Marauder","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Young Sinatra: Welcome to Forever","duration":265.430204,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Part I: Common Logic]\n\nMay I ask in what way your life is contributing to society as you sit\nHere day after day after day in this dark room,\nStringing along on that stupid guitar?\nHave you ever thought about that?\nWhat are you doing for the world or for other\nPeople? Day after day, hour after hour, night after night\nLogic\n\nMe and my homies just chillin' feelin' the vibes\nThis the time of our lives but many don't realize\nHavin' visions of livin' on another level, never signed to the Devil\nThe rebel that be fuckin' 'round with the treble\nBumping Tribe in the system like penicillin, motherfucker\nI'm killing, spittin' venomous never remember this it's like a system\nSay it then I do it, I never missed 'em\nFuck 'em after I kissed 'em, sit back and listen\nMy chain, it glisten, it's like I'm from another dimension\nDid I mention my circle's smaller than an intervention\nThen some beautiful women tell me I'm handsome\nThen I snatch they heart and make the pussy the ransom\nI fuck 'em until inside they belly burst\nStop it, drop the beat and then we cue the verse\nSpitting lyrics like how a Mac-11 really disperse\nSlaughter MCs and resurrect them when they in the hearse\nThey say I got too many styles, bitch I've been diverse\nThey scared to jump in the cipher, I be all up in it first\nMy apologies but if you're after me then it gets worse\nWhen I come through I spit voodoo and leave 'em cursed\nCommon logic\n\nSinatra\nSeven times out of ten we listen to our music at night,\nThus spawned the title of this program — Midnight Marauder\nSounds like some, some '90s shit\nMidnight Marauder, It's a good farewell\nMidnight Marauder, Uh, I suppose, yeah, music\n\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words, the tribe that's next\n\nIt's been a long time and I ain't even in my prime\nI remember many moons ago spitting the realest lines\nOn the come up, matter fact it was long before that\nBefore I bought my first mic, before I could afford that\nThis is a letter to the underground, the place where I'm from\nThis is a letter to the fans that understand what I've done\nAnd even though I gotta leave, man, don't none of y'all grieve\n'Cause even in the mainstream that lyricism I breathe\nSome of y'all love my raw records, some of y'all don't\nSome of y'all will love my radio shit, some of y'all won't\nJust like my race, my music has always been yin and yang\nSomething for everybody, no not just one lane\nAnd on the real, I'll never forget the day I got my deal\nFull creative control and the money was unreal\nStarted from the bottom and got here 'cause of my skill\nAnd I never set a goal that I didn't plan to fulfil\n\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest\nYeah, yeah, this the realest\nThe realest, say what? Say what?\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest\nThis is the realest\n\nYou're not any less of a man if you don't pull the trigger.\nYou're not necessarily a man if you do.\nThis concludes the Midnight Marauder\nProgram. Press any key to return to the main menu\n\nI hope y'all understand. Y'all get it. Just have fun,\nYou know what I mean? Enjoy the music,\nThat's what it is at the end of the day.\nIt's just good fucking music, man. Yeah boy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Common Logic/Midnight Marauder\n  artist: Logic\n  album: 'Young Sinatra: Welcome to Forever'\n  duration_ms: 265430\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Part I: Common Logic]\n\n  May I ask in what way your life is contributing to society as you sit\n  Here day after day after day in this dark room,\n  Stringing along on that stupid guitar?\n  Have you ever thought about that?\n  What are you doing for the world or for other\n  People? Day after day, hour after hour, night after night\n  Logic\n\n  Me and my homies just chillin' feelin' the vibes\n  This the time of our lives but many don't realize\n  Havin' visions of livin' on another level, never signed to the Devil\n  The rebel that be fuckin' 'round with the treble\n  Bumping Tribe in the system like penicillin, motherfucker\n  I'm killing, spittin' venomous never remember this it's like a system\n  Say it then I do it, I never missed 'em\n  Fuck 'em after I kissed 'em, sit back and listen\n  My chain, it glisten, it's like I'm from another dimension\n  Did I mention my circle's smaller than an intervention\n  Then some beautiful women tell me I'm handsome\n  Then I snatch they heart and make the pussy the ransom\n  I fuck 'em until inside they belly burst\n  Stop it, drop the beat and then we cue the verse\n  Spitting lyrics like how a Mac-11 really disperse\n  Slaughter MCs and resurrect them when they in the hearse\n  They say I got too many styles, bitch I've been diverse\n  They scared to jump in the cipher, I be all up in it first\n  My apologies but if you're after me then it gets worse\n  When I come through I spit voodoo and leave 'em cursed\n  Common logic\n\n  Sinatra\n  Seven times out of ten we listen to our music at night,\n  Thus spawned the title of this program — Midnight Marauder\n  Sounds like some, some '90s shit\n  Midnight Marauder, It's a good farewell\n  Midnight Marauder, Uh, I suppose, yeah, music\n\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words, the tribe that's next\n\n  It's been a long time and I ain't even in my prime\n  I remember many moons ago spitting the realest lines\n  On the come up, matter fact it was long before that\n  Before I bought my first mic, before I could afford that\n  This is a letter to the underground, the place where I'm from\n  This is a letter to the fans that understand what I've done\n  And even though I gotta leave, man, don't none of y'all grieve\n  'Cause even in the mainstream that lyricism I breathe\n  Some of y'all love my raw records, some of y'all don't\n  Some of y'all will love my radio shit, some of y'all won't\n  Just like my race, my music has always been yin and yang\n  Something for everybody, no not just one lane\n  And on the real, I'll never forget the day I got my deal\n  Full creative control and the money was unreal\n  Started from the bottom and got here 'cause of my skill\n  And I never set a goal that I didn't plan to fulfil\n\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest\n  Yeah, yeah, this the realest\n  The realest, say what? Say what?\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest\n  This is the realest\n\n  You're not any less of a man if you don't pull the trigger.\n  You're not necessarily a man if you do.\n  This concludes the Midnight Marauder\n  Program. Press any key to return to the main menu\n\n  I hope y'all understand. Y'all get it. Just have fun,\n  You know what I mean? Enjoy the music,\n  That's what it is at the end of the day.\n  It's just good fucking music, man. Yeah boy\n"},{"id":5388159,"name":"Welcome To Forever (ft. Jon Bellion) (Prod by 6ix) (DatPiff Exclusive)","trackName":"Welcome To Forever (ft. Jon Bellion) (Prod by 6ix) (DatPiff Exclusive)","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Young Sinatra: Welcome To Forever","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"DJ Khaled & T-Pain]\nI'm for real about this shit,\nThis the remix (welcome to my hood) let's go, remix, remix, remix\n(Where ya hood at, where ya hood at, where ya hood at)\n\nWelcome to my hood\nEverybody know everybody and if I got it everybody got it, ugh\nWelcome to my hood\nLook at all these old school Chevys,\n24's so you know we roll heavy (YMCMB)\nWelcome to my hood\nWhere they gettin' fly like a G6, and everybody know this is the remix\nWelcome to my hood\nThem boys will put you down on yo knees(woop,\nWoop) that's the sound of the police in my hood\n\nEverybody on the corner with the work\nSlangin & bangin in front of that liquor store\nBlowin money cause I live life fast with\nThis bottle full of yak I'm a sip it slow\nSingles double when triple beams take over\nNow holla cause they Impalas got extreme makeovers\nCouches covered in plastic, babies all in the street now\nWear the wrong color and catch a Rodney King beatdown\nKids hit with switches, mamas is quotin' scriptures\nWhile Luda's getting head, more gums than baby pictures\nCock my 40 Glock and my partna just bought a replica\nNow Asians sayin they don't keep no\nCash in they register (hurry up and buy)\nWe run from red and blue lights to get that green\nBut whoever got that white is winning like Charlie Sheen","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Welcome To Forever (ft. Jon Bellion) (Prod by 6ix) (DatPiff Exclusive)\n  artist: Logic\n  album: 'Young Sinatra: Welcome To Forever'\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  DJ Khaled & T-Pain]\n  I'm for real about this shit,\n  This the remix (welcome to my hood) let's go, remix, remix, remix\n  (Where ya hood at, where ya hood at, where ya hood at)\n\n  Welcome to my hood\n  Everybody know everybody and if I got it everybody got it, ugh\n  Welcome to my hood\n  Look at all these old school Chevys,\n  24's so you know we roll heavy (YMCMB)\n  Welcome to my hood\n  Where they gettin' fly like a G6, and everybody know this is the remix\n  Welcome to my hood\n  Them boys will put you down on yo knees(woop,\n  Woop) that's the sound of the police in my hood\n\n  Everybody on the corner with the work\n  Slangin & bangin in front of that liquor store\n  Blowin money cause I live life fast with\n  This bottle full of yak I'm a sip it slow\n  Singles double when triple beams take over\n  Now holla cause they Impalas got extreme makeovers\n  Couches covered in plastic, babies all in the street now\n  Wear the wrong color and catch a Rodney King beatdown\n  Kids hit with switches, mamas is quotin' scriptures\n  While Luda's getting head, more gums than baby pictures\n  Cock my 40 Glock and my partna just bought a replica\n  Now Asians sayin they don't keep no\n  Cash in they register (hurry up and buy)\n  We run from red and blue lights to get that green\n  But whoever got that white is winning like Charlie Sheen\n"},{"id":5386282,"name":"Common Logic  / Midnight Marauder (Prod by C-Sick, Logic) (DatPiff Exclusive)","trackName":"Common Logic  / Midnight Marauder (Prod by C-Sick, Logic) (DatPiff Exclusive)","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Young Sinatra: Welcome To Forever","duration":259.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Part I: Common Logic]\n\nMay I ask in what way your life is contributing to society as you sit\nHere day after day after day in this dark room,\nStringing along on that stupid guitar?\nHave you ever thought about that?\nWhat are you doing for the world or for other\nPeople? Day after day, hour after hour, night after night\nLogic\n\nMe and my homies just chillin' feelin' the vibes\nThis the time of our lives but many don't realize\nHavin' visions of livin' on another level, never signed to the Devil\nThe rebel that be fuckin' 'round with the treble\nBumping Tribe in the system like penicillin, motherfucker\nI'm killing, spittin' venomous never remember this it's like a system\nSay it then I do it, I never missed 'em\nFuck 'em after I kissed 'em, sit back and listen\nMy chain, it glisten, it's like I'm from another dimension\nDid I mention my circle's smaller than an intervention\nThen some beautiful women tell me I'm handsome\nThen I snatch they heart and make the pussy the ransom\nI fuck 'em until inside they belly burst\nStop it, drop the beat and then we cue the verse\nSpitting lyrics like how a Mac-11 really disperse\nSlaughter MCs and resurrect them when they in the hearse\nThey say I got too many styles, bitch I've been diverse\nThey scared to jump in the cipher, I be all up in it first\nMy apologies but if you're after me then it gets worse\nWhen I come through I spit voodoo and leave 'em cursed\nCommon logic\n\nSinatra\nSeven times out of ten we listen to our music at night,\nThus spawned the title of this program — Midnight Marauder\nSounds like some, some '90s shit\nMidnight Marauder, It's a good farewell\nMidnight Marauder, Uh, I suppose, yeah, music\n\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words, the tribe that's next\n\nIt's been a long time and I ain't even in my prime\nI remember many moons ago spitting the realest lines\nOn the come up, matter fact it was long before that\nBefore I bought my first mic, before I could afford that\nThis is a letter to the underground, the place where I'm from\nThis is a letter to the fans that understand what I've done\nAnd even though I gotta leave, man, don't none of y'all grieve\n'Cause even in the mainstream that lyricism I breathe\nSome of y'all love my raw records, some of y'all don't\nSome of y'all will love my radio shit, some of y'all won't\nJust like my race, my music has always been yin and yang\nSomething for everybody, no not just one lane\nAnd on the real, I'll never forget the day I got my deal\nFull creative control and the money was unreal\nStarted from the bottom and got here 'cause of my skill\nAnd I never set a goal that I didn't plan to fulfil\n\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest\nYeah, yeah, this the realest\nThe realest, say what? Say what?\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest\nThis is the realest\n\nYou're not any less of a man if you don't pull the trigger.\nYou're not necessarily a man if you do.\nThis concludes the Midnight Marauder\nProgram. Press any key to return to the main menu\n\nI hope y'all understand. Y'all get it. Just have fun,\nYou know what I mean? Enjoy the music,\nThat's what it is at the end of the day.\nIt's just good fucking music, man. Yeah boy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Common Logic  / Midnight Marauder (Prod by C-Sick, Logic) (DatPiff Exclusive)\n  artist: Logic\n  album: 'Young Sinatra: Welcome To Forever'\n  duration_ms: 259000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Part I: Common Logic]\n\n  May I ask in what way your life is contributing to society as you sit\n  Here day after day after day in this dark room,\n  Stringing along on that stupid guitar?\n  Have you ever thought about that?\n  What are you doing for the world or for other\n  People? Day after day, hour after hour, night after night\n  Logic\n\n  Me and my homies just chillin' feelin' the vibes\n  This the time of our lives but many don't realize\n  Havin' visions of livin' on another level, never signed to the Devil\n  The rebel that be fuckin' 'round with the treble\n  Bumping Tribe in the system like penicillin, motherfucker\n  I'm killing, spittin' venomous never remember this it's like a system\n  Say it then I do it, I never missed 'em\n  Fuck 'em after I kissed 'em, sit back and listen\n  My chain, it glisten, it's like I'm from another dimension\n  Did I mention my circle's smaller than an intervention\n  Then some beautiful women tell me I'm handsome\n  Then I snatch they heart and make the pussy the ransom\n  I fuck 'em until inside they belly burst\n  Stop it, drop the beat and then we cue the verse\n  Spitting lyrics like how a Mac-11 really disperse\n  Slaughter MCs and resurrect them when they in the hearse\n  They say I got too many styles, bitch I've been diverse\n  They scared to jump in the cipher, I be all up in it first\n  My apologies but if you're after me then it gets worse\n  When I come through I spit voodoo and leave 'em cursed\n  Common logic\n\n  Sinatra\n  Seven times out of ten we listen to our music at night,\n  Thus spawned the title of this program — Midnight Marauder\n  Sounds like some, some '90s shit\n  Midnight Marauder, It's a good farewell\n  Midnight Marauder, Uh, I suppose, yeah, music\n\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words, the tribe that's next\n\n  It's been a long time and I ain't even in my prime\n  I remember many moons ago spitting the realest lines\n  On the come up, matter fact it was long before that\n  Before I bought my first mic, before I could afford that\n  This is a letter to the underground, the place where I'm from\n  This is a letter to the fans that understand what I've done\n  And even though I gotta leave, man, don't none of y'all grieve\n  'Cause even in the mainstream that lyricism I breathe\n  Some of y'all love my raw records, some of y'all don't\n  Some of y'all will love my radio shit, some of y'all won't\n  Just like my race, my music has always been yin and yang\n  Something for everybody, no not just one lane\n  And on the real, I'll never forget the day I got my deal\n  Full creative control and the money was unreal\n  Started from the bottom and got here 'cause of my skill\n  And I never set a goal that I didn't plan to fulfil\n\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest\n  Yeah, yeah, this the realest\n  The realest, say what? Say what?\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest\n  This is the realest\n\n  You're not any less of a man if you don't pull the trigger.\n  You're not necessarily a man if you do.\n  This concludes the Midnight Marauder\n  Program. Press any key to return to the main menu\n\n  I hope y'all understand. Y'all get it. Just have fun,\n  You know what I mean? Enjoy the music,\n  That's what it is at the end of the day.\n  It's just good fucking music, man. Yeah boy\n"},{"id":2786456,"name":"Common Logic/Midnight Marauder","trackName":"Common Logic/Midnight Marauder","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Young Sinatra: Welcome To Forever (Mixtape)","duration":259.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Part I: Common Logic]\n\nMay I ask in what way your life is contributing to society as you sit\nHere day after day after day in this dark room,\nStringing along on that stupid guitar?\nHave you ever thought about that?\nWhat are you doing for the world or for other\nPeople? Day after day, hour after hour, night after night\nLogic\n\nMe and my homies just chillin' feelin' the vibes\nThis the time of our lives but many don't realize\nHavin' visions of livin' on another level, never signed to the Devil\nThe rebel that be fuckin' 'round with the treble\nBumping Tribe in the system like penicillin, motherfucker\nI'm killing, spittin' venomous never remember this it's like a system\nSay it then I do it, I never missed 'em\nFuck 'em after I kissed 'em, sit back and listen\nMy chain, it glisten, it's like I'm from another dimension\nDid I mention my circle's smaller than an intervention\nThen some beautiful women tell me I'm handsome\nThen I snatch they heart and make the pussy the ransom\nI fuck 'em until inside they belly burst\nStop it, drop the beat and then we cue the verse\nSpitting lyrics like how a Mac-11 really disperse\nSlaughter MCs and resurrect them when they in the hearse\nThey say I got too many styles, bitch I've been diverse\nThey scared to jump in the cipher, I be all up in it first\nMy apologies but if you're after me then it gets worse\nWhen I come through I spit voodoo and leave 'em cursed\nCommon logic\n\nSinatra\nSeven times out of ten we listen to our music at night,\nThus spawned the title of this program — Midnight Marauder\nSounds like some, some '90s shit\nMidnight Marauder, It's a good farewell\nMidnight Marauder, Uh, I suppose, yeah, music\n\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words, the tribe that's next\n\nIt's been a long time and I ain't even in my prime\nI remember many moons ago spitting the realest lines\nOn the come up, matter fact it was long before that\nBefore I bought my first mic, before I could afford that\nThis is a letter to the underground, the place where I'm from\nThis is a letter to the fans that understand what I've done\nAnd even though I gotta leave, man, don't none of y'all grieve\n'Cause even in the mainstream that lyricism I breathe\nSome of y'all love my raw records, some of y'all don't\nSome of y'all will love my radio shit, some of y'all won't\nJust like my race, my music has always been yin and yang\nSomething for everybody, no not just one lane\nAnd on the real, I'll never forget the day I got my deal\nFull creative control and the money was unreal\nStarted from the bottom and got here 'cause of my skill\nAnd I never set a goal that I didn't plan to fulfil\n\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest\nYeah, yeah, this the realest\nThe realest, say what? Say what?\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest\nThis is the realest\n\nYou're not any less of a man if you don't pull the trigger.\nYou're not necessarily a man if you do.\nThis concludes the Midnight Marauder\nProgram. Press any key to return to the main menu\n\nI hope y'all understand. Y'all get it. Just have fun,\nYou know what I mean? Enjoy the music,\nThat's what it is at the end of the day.\nIt's just good fucking music, man. Yeah boy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Common Logic/Midnight Marauder\n  artist: Logic\n  album: 'Young Sinatra: Welcome To Forever (Mixtape)'\n  duration_ms: 259000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Part I: Common Logic]\n\n  May I ask in what way your life is contributing to society as you sit\n  Here day after day after day in this dark room,\n  Stringing along on that stupid guitar?\n  Have you ever thought about that?\n  What are you doing for the world or for other\n  People? Day after day, hour after hour, night after night\n  Logic\n\n  Me and my homies just chillin' feelin' the vibes\n  This the time of our lives but many don't realize\n  Havin' visions of livin' on another level, never signed to the Devil\n  The rebel that be fuckin' 'round with the treble\n  Bumping Tribe in the system like penicillin, motherfucker\n  I'm killing, spittin' venomous never remember this it's like a system\n  Say it then I do it, I never missed 'em\n  Fuck 'em after I kissed 'em, sit back and listen\n  My chain, it glisten, it's like I'm from another dimension\n  Did I mention my circle's smaller than an intervention\n  Then some beautiful women tell me I'm handsome\n  Then I snatch they heart and make the pussy the ransom\n  I fuck 'em until inside they belly burst\n  Stop it, drop the beat and then we cue the verse\n  Spitting lyrics like how a Mac-11 really disperse\n  Slaughter MCs and resurrect them when they in the hearse\n  They say I got too many styles, bitch I've been diverse\n  They scared to jump in the cipher, I be all up in it first\n  My apologies but if you're after me then it gets worse\n  When I come through I spit voodoo and leave 'em cursed\n  Common logic\n\n  Sinatra\n  Seven times out of ten we listen to our music at night,\n  Thus spawned the title of this program — Midnight Marauder\n  Sounds like some, some '90s shit\n  Midnight Marauder, It's a good farewell\n  Midnight Marauder, Uh, I suppose, yeah, music\n\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words, the tribe that's next\n\n  It's been a long time and I ain't even in my prime\n  I remember many moons ago spitting the realest lines\n  On the come up, matter fact it was long before that\n  Before I bought my first mic, before I could afford that\n  This is a letter to the underground, the place where I'm from\n  This is a letter to the fans that understand what I've done\n  And even though I gotta leave, man, don't none of y'all grieve\n  'Cause even in the mainstream that lyricism I breathe\n  Some of y'all love my raw records, some of y'all don't\n  Some of y'all will love my radio shit, some of y'all won't\n  Just like my race, my music has always been yin and yang\n  Something for everybody, no not just one lane\n  And on the real, I'll never forget the day I got my deal\n  Full creative control and the money was unreal\n  Started from the bottom and got here 'cause of my skill\n  And I never set a goal that I didn't plan to fulfil\n\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest\n  Yeah, yeah, this the realest\n  The realest, say what? Say what?\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest\n  This is the realest\n\n  You're not any less of a man if you don't pull the trigger.\n  You're not necessarily a man if you do.\n  This concludes the Midnight Marauder\n  Program. Press any key to return to the main menu\n\n  I hope y'all understand. Y'all get it. Just have fun,\n  You know what I mean? Enjoy the music,\n  That's what it is at the end of the day.\n  It's just good fucking music, man. Yeah boy\n"},{"id":3679393,"name":"Common Logic  / Midnight Marauder (Prod by C-Sick, Logic) (DatPiff Exclusive)","trackName":"Common Logic  / Midnight Marauder (Prod by C-Sick, Logic) (DatPiff Exclusive)","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Young Sinatra: Welcome To Forever [LOSSY]","duration":259.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Part I: Common Logic]\n\nMay I ask in what way your life is contributing to society as you sit\nHere day after day after day in this dark room,\nStringing along on that stupid guitar?\nHave you ever thought about that?\nWhat are you doing for the world or for other\nPeople? Day after day, hour after hour, night after night\nLogic\n\nMe and my homies just chillin' feelin' the vibes\nThis the time of our lives but many don't realize\nHavin' visions of livin' on another level, never signed to the Devil\nThe rebel that be fuckin' 'round with the treble\nBumping Tribe in the system like penicillin, motherfucker\nI'm killing, spittin' venomous never remember this it's like a system\nSay it then I do it, I never missed 'em\nFuck 'em after I kissed 'em, sit back and listen\nMy chain, it glisten, it's like I'm from another dimension\nDid I mention my circle's smaller than an intervention\nThen some beautiful women tell me I'm handsome\nThen I snatch they heart and make the pussy the ransom\nI fuck 'em until inside they belly burst\nStop it, drop the beat and then we cue the verse\nSpitting lyrics like how a Mac-11 really disperse\nSlaughter MCs and resurrect them when they in the hearse\nThey say I got too many styles, bitch I've been diverse\nThey scared to jump in the cipher, I be all up in it first\nMy apologies but if you're after me then it gets worse\nWhen I come through I spit voodoo and leave 'em cursed\nCommon logic\n\nSinatra\nSeven times out of ten we listen to our music at night,\nThus spawned the title of this program — Midnight Marauder\nSounds like some, some '90s shit\nMidnight Marauder, It's a good farewell\nMidnight Marauder, Uh, I suppose, yeah, music\n\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words, the tribe that's next\n\nIt's been a long time and I ain't even in my prime\nI remember many moons ago spitting the realest lines\nOn the come up, matter fact it was long before that\nBefore I bought my first mic, before I could afford that\nThis is a letter to the underground, the place where I'm from\nThis is a letter to the fans that understand what I've done\nAnd even though I gotta leave, man, don't none of y'all grieve\n'Cause even in the mainstream that lyricism I breathe\nSome of y'all love my raw records, some of y'all don't\nSome of y'all will love my radio shit, some of y'all won't\nJust like my race, my music has always been yin and yang\nSomething for everybody, no not just one lane\nAnd on the real, I'll never forget the day I got my deal\nFull creative control and the money was unreal\nStarted from the bottom and got here 'cause of my skill\nAnd I never set a goal that I didn't plan to fulfil\n\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest\nYeah, yeah, this the realest\nThe realest, say what? Say what?\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\nI even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\nFrom Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\nWe the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\nThis is the realest\nThis is the realest\n\nYou're not any less of a man if you don't pull the trigger.\nYou're not necessarily a man if you do.\nThis concludes the Midnight Marauder\nProgram. Press any key to return to the main menu\n\nI hope y'all understand. Y'all get it. Just have fun,\nYou know what I mean? Enjoy the music,\nThat's what it is at the end of the day.\nIt's just good fucking music, man. Yeah boy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Common Logic  / Midnight Marauder (Prod by C-Sick, Logic) (DatPiff Exclusive)\n  artist: Logic\n  album: 'Young Sinatra: Welcome To Forever [LOSSY]'\n  duration_ms: 259000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Part I: Common Logic]\n\n  May I ask in what way your life is contributing to society as you sit\n  Here day after day after day in this dark room,\n  Stringing along on that stupid guitar?\n  Have you ever thought about that?\n  What are you doing for the world or for other\n  People? Day after day, hour after hour, night after night\n  Logic\n\n  Me and my homies just chillin' feelin' the vibes\n  This the time of our lives but many don't realize\n  Havin' visions of livin' on another level, never signed to the Devil\n  The rebel that be fuckin' 'round with the treble\n  Bumping Tribe in the system like penicillin, motherfucker\n  I'm killing, spittin' venomous never remember this it's like a system\n  Say it then I do it, I never missed 'em\n  Fuck 'em after I kissed 'em, sit back and listen\n  My chain, it glisten, it's like I'm from another dimension\n  Did I mention my circle's smaller than an intervention\n  Then some beautiful women tell me I'm handsome\n  Then I snatch they heart and make the pussy the ransom\n  I fuck 'em until inside they belly burst\n  Stop it, drop the beat and then we cue the verse\n  Spitting lyrics like how a Mac-11 really disperse\n  Slaughter MCs and resurrect them when they in the hearse\n  They say I got too many styles, bitch I've been diverse\n  They scared to jump in the cipher, I be all up in it first\n  My apologies but if you're after me then it gets worse\n  When I come through I spit voodoo and leave 'em cursed\n  Common logic\n\n  Sinatra\n  Seven times out of ten we listen to our music at night,\n  Thus spawned the title of this program — Midnight Marauder\n  Sounds like some, some '90s shit\n  Midnight Marauder, It's a good farewell\n  Midnight Marauder, Uh, I suppose, yeah, music\n\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words, the tribe that's next\n\n  It's been a long time and I ain't even in my prime\n  I remember many moons ago spitting the realest lines\n  On the come up, matter fact it was long before that\n  Before I bought my first mic, before I could afford that\n  This is a letter to the underground, the place where I'm from\n  This is a letter to the fans that understand what I've done\n  And even though I gotta leave, man, don't none of y'all grieve\n  'Cause even in the mainstream that lyricism I breathe\n  Some of y'all love my raw records, some of y'all don't\n  Some of y'all will love my radio shit, some of y'all won't\n  Just like my race, my music has always been yin and yang\n  Something for everybody, no not just one lane\n  And on the real, I'll never forget the day I got my deal\n  Full creative control and the money was unreal\n  Started from the bottom and got here 'cause of my skill\n  And I never set a goal that I didn't plan to fulfil\n\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest\n  Yeah, yeah, this the realest\n  The realest, say what? Say what?\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest, only unto the real shall I reveal this\n  I even made this beat myself just so y'all could feel this\n  From Nasty Nas, Big L to Tribe Called Quest\n  We the RattPack, in other words the tribe that's next\n  This is the realest\n  This is the realest\n\n  You're not any less of a man if you don't pull the trigger.\n  You're not necessarily a man if you do.\n  This concludes the Midnight Marauder\n  Program. Press any key to return to the main menu\n\n  I hope y'all understand. Y'all get it. Just have fun,\n  You know what I mean? Enjoy the music,\n  That's what it is at the end of the day.\n  It's just good fucking music, man. 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fame\n[01:24.12] I came here to fuck up the game, gon' get it\n[01:26.15] I'm feelin' myself\n[01:27.52] Fresh to death, bitch, I'm killin' myself, I'm gone\n[01:29.36] We burnin' it up, step in the building, we turnin' it up\n[01:32.00] Talkin' that shit, but they'll never admit\n[01:33.79] When I step to the mic I be murderin' it\n[01:35.35] And we livin' real good, mainstream, but it's still good\n[01:37.98] I got raw shit, I got real shit\n[01:39.79] But right now it's time for that feel good\n[01:41.65] We call that ballin', doin' this is my callin'\n[01:44.44] Flow is so appallin', my phone off and she callin'\n[01:47.74] I'm like, yeah, what it do?\n[01:49.74] Penthouse, man, what a view\n[01:51.24] Fall back, 'cause I'm coming through\n[01:53.08] With my whole team, they coming too\n[01:54.44] That's ballin', ballin'\n[01:55.61] I came from nothin' to something like it's nothing\n[01:58.07] Yeah, you know I done it, nah, there's no discussion\n[02:00.42] Bitch, I'm ballin', 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Ugh!\n  Sinatra\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Cannon\n  It’s funny how your role model gets outdated, becomes the old model\n  At the hotel, askin' for mo' bottles\n  Ménage et plus one, I’m fuckin' fo' models\n  Wordplay that elevates minds like Aristotle\n  Murci-lago, whippin' through Chicago\n  All these beautiful women follow wherever I go\n  Million-dollar deals on the table\n  Just a couple years ago, I couldn’t pay for cable\n  Growing up surrounded by 'caine like I was Abel\n  Shit was unstable, now Visionary's the label\n  Plus Def Jam, know who I am\n  I’m that motherfucker that do it just ’cause I can (The cannon)\n  Now I’m on a level that your elevator can’t reach\n  I got information that the school system doesn’t teach\n  I got verses that your Sunday service wouldn’t dare to preach\n  Second coming of Christ flow, they like, \"woah\"\n  Rapture you with lyricism, kidnap your soul\n  And changed your mind like I’m penetrating your skull\n  I seen shit John Lennon couldn’t imagine\n  Just me and a mic on a main stage spazzin'\n  It’s the type of shit normal people can’t even fathom\n  So much swag, kiss your bitch and she orgasm\n  I’m hazardous, you would have sworn I was from Nazareth\n  I’m resurrecting hip-hop like it was Lazarus\n\n  Real\n  Nasty, all- all the time\n  Step to the mic and they gon' dread it like Weezy\n  Man, this industry is so damn greasy\n  Swaggin' on the track, they say I sound like Yeezy\n  But I don't give a fuck cause gettin' money too easy\n  21st century, doing something mean to it\n  Play this in the south and everybody gonna lean to it\n  \"Greatest of all time\" has got a nice ring to it\n  We do it for the music, money ain't a thing to us\n  Been shining muhfucka what's bling to us\n  Most loved, most hated at the same time\n  Star player in this bitch and it's game time\n  Who you know lyrically killed the club in the same rhyme?\n  They call me Logic, motherfucker, better know the name\n  I spit crack like Pusha (Yuugh!), Novocaine\n  We never dumb it down, you know we just numb it down\n  And watch you get up in your feelings when we come around\n  Grew up on section 8, you probably can't relate\n  ‘Cause y’all just watched the throne, I’m tryna checkmate\n  I been shinin since before I brought them diamonds in\n  They talk that shit, they talk that shit, it’s so astonishin'\n  Y’all better swallow that pride like a klonopin\n  'Cause I can lay tracks with my eyes closed, China man\n  Real\n  Nasty, all- all the time\n  Got a show in LA Sunday, then New York Monday\n  Looking at the BET cypher like I’ll be there one day\n  It’s the Roc reincarnated, we call it Visionary\n  Fuck the world ’til I’m on top, we call that missionary\n  The game’s on pause, it need to load again\n  These rappers is reruns and we need a new episode again\n  Yeah, well motherfucker, this the pilot\n  So fly I recorded this on the PJ next to the pilot on a CB\n  Now you see me on the TV\n  Said this would happen back in the day but you ain’t believe me\n  So um, I'ma keep rising to the top\n  Never stop and finger fuck the world ’till the day my album drop\n"},{"id":11822309,"name":"Roll Call","trackName":"Roll Call","artistName":"Logic","albumName":"Welcome To Forever","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, smoking in London while the snow fall\nIn another country, so pardon me for the roll call\nDamn, who would've thought the fan base was this immense?\nOn the first fucking train to Paris so pardon my french\nShows sold out, fans in line even though it's cold out\nYeah, touring Europe getting swiss cheese\nMany said I'd never attain it now I'm like, \"Bitch please, what up?\"\nAllow me to open up the verse with something so diverse\nLet the flow immerse, hold up; 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Whipping through LA in the coupe de Ville\nOn the real, to various people I do appeal, 'cause of skill\nSo this the type of shit I'm gon' keep making\nThat make MCs break fast like flapjacks and bacon\nRest in peace to BIG, and many other fallen soldiers\nNever Hollywood, I'm grounded like a cup of Folgers, bitch I told ya\nAllow me to open up your mind and mold ya\nIndulge ya, within this shit I call the second Renaissance\nThe system broke and they sent Logic in for maintenance\n'Cause all you wack rappers couldn't break change to make sense\nI'm back again with another argument about how much I'm black again\nFighting for credibility from the lack of blacker skin\nIt's kind of funny how your pigment determines how people perceive you\nThat's ignant\nAin't seen my momma in a minute\n'Cause growing up she called me a nigger\nThat would never amount to nothing\nRacism from my own momma, left home 'cause of drama\nBut I can make it in the rap game, look at Obama\nYou ain't been in my shoes, you don't know my story\nYou don't know what's in store, but bitch I stocked the inventory\nFuck a critic with the balls to try to tell me how I feel\nYou wasn't with me as a child, never once did you feel\nThe pain of my stomach that manifested from the lack of meals\nHeaded to the soup kitchen on foot by the lack of wheels\nWe aim to keep it real and hell no we ain't never missing\nCame a long way from eating when government gave permission\nIf you think these lyrics ain't deep, you too stupid to listen\nJust an outcast with a mission to spit to whoever listen, bitch, it's Logic\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.30] Yeah, smoking in London while the snow fall\n[00:04.65] In another country, so pardon me for the roll call\n[00:07.22] Damn, who would've thought the fan base was this immense?\n[00:09.81] On the first fucking train to Paris so pardon my french\n[00:12.33] Shows sold out, fans in line even though it's cold out\n[00:15.21] Yeah, touring Europe getting swiss cheese\n[00:17.25] Many said I'd never attain it now I'm like, \"Bitch please, what up?\"\n[00:20.21] Allow me to open up the verse with something so diverse\n[00:22.89] Let the flow immerse, hold up; watch it disperse\n[00:25.44] Visions of Biggie, Big L and 2Pac just looking at me (Biggie)\n[00:28.21] From the gates of Heaven while the police booking at me\n[00:30.57] Open your mental while bitches give me brain with no dental\n[00:33.05] Y'all probably think I'm crazy for touching this instrumental\n[00:35.60] Shout out my cousin Ego, he know this shit's sentimental\n[00:38.05] Been doing this shit for my dogs, holding down the kennel\n[00:40.73] My ex hit me, talkin' 'bout she wanna make up\n[00:43.09] But on the real, I got no time for cover girls\n[00:45.44] Music is my main bitch, no time for other girls\n[00:47.73] I'm finna blow like Hiroshima, my demeanor get meaner\n[00:50.05] Watch me elevate to arenas, me without the mic\n[00:52.69] That's like Martin without the Gina, Venus without Serena\n[00:55.25] Now these thirsty bitches on the dick, we call that Aquafina\n[00:58.05] I used to bus tables until them tables turned\n[01:00.25] And everything I have obtained is everything I've earned\n[01:02.73] And everything I rap about is everything I've learned\n[01:05.21] So hopefully the listener can position a situation\n[01:07.77] Where they don't get burned and they can learn from my mistakes\n[01:10.45] Like I've learned from the greats to do whatever it takes\n[01:12.80] For Heaven's sakes open your mind, this shit one of a kind\n[01:15.61] Elegant and refined, irrelevant to the swine\n[01:18.05] What's the deal? Whipping through LA in the coupe de Ville\n[01:20.45] On the real, to various people I do appeal, 'cause of skill\n[01:23.93] So this the type of shit I'm gon' keep making\n[01:25.57] That make MCs break fast like flapjacks and bacon\n[01:28.13] Rest in peace to BIG, and many other fallen soldiers\n[01:30.89] Never Hollywood, I'm grounded like a cup of Folgers, bitch I told ya\n[01:34.09] Allow me to open up your mind and mold ya\n[01:35.93] Indulge ya, within this shit I call the second Renaissance\n[01:38.65] The system broke and they sent Logic in for maintenance\n[01:40.93] 'Cause all you wack rappers couldn't break change to make sense\n[01:43.61] I'm back again with another argument about how much I'm black again\n[01:46.84] Fighting for credibility from the lack of blacker skin\n[01:49.72] It's kind of funny how your pigment determines how people perceive you\n[01:52.60] That's ignant\n[01:53.33] Ain't seen my momma in a minute\n[01:54.81] 'Cause growing up she called me a nigger\n[01:56.29] That would never amount to nothing\n[01:57.81] Racism from my own momma, left home 'cause of drama\n[02:01.20] But I can make it in the rap game, look at Obama\n[02:03.49] You ain't been in my shoes, you don't know my story\n[02:06.01] You don't know what's in store, but bitch I stocked the inventory\n[02:08.56] Fuck a critic with the balls to try to tell me how I feel\n[02:11.21] You wasn't with me as a child, never once did you feel\n[02:13.49] The pain of my stomach that manifested from the lack of meals\n[02:16.24] Headed to the soup kitchen on foot by the lack of wheels\n[02:18.56] We aim to keep it real and hell no we ain't never missing\n[02:21.33] Came a long way from eating when government gave permission\n[02:23.76] If you think these lyrics ain't deep, you too stupid to listen\n[02:26.12] Just an outcast with a mission to spit to whoever listen, bitch, it's Logic\n[02:30.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Roll Call\n  artist: Logic\n  album: Welcome To Forever\n  duration_ms: 174000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, smoking in London while the snow fall\n  start_ms: 2300\n  end_ms: 4650\n- text: In another country, so pardon me for the roll call\n  start_ms: 4650\n  end_ms: 7220\n- text: Damn, who would've thought the fan base was this immense?\n  start_ms: 7220\n  end_ms: 9810\n- text: On the first fucking train to Paris so pardon my french\n  start_ms: 9810\n  end_ms: 12330\n- text: Shows sold out, fans in line even though it's cold out\n  start_ms: 12330\n  end_ms: 15210\n- text: Yeah, touring Europe getting swiss cheese\n  start_ms: 15210\n  end_ms: 17250\n- text: Many said I'd never attain it now I'm like, \"Bitch please, what up?\"\n  start_ms: 17250\n  end_ms: 20210\n- text: Allow me to open up the verse with something so diverse\n  start_ms: 20210\n  end_ms: 22890\n- text: Let the flow immerse, hold up; 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me on the dotted\n[00:24.72] But it's still Visionary 'til the death of me\n[00:27.41] Yeah, I'm tryna make it but I gotta find the recipe\n[00:30.36] Greatest of all time, I want the world addressing me\n[00:33.36] At the hotel, these beautiful girls undressing me\n[00:36.55] I'm tryna stay focused, I guess that's the Lord testing me\n[00:39.61] I knew as a child, that this was my destiny\n[00:42.67] They do it for the limelight\n[00:44.92] But I make sure my rhyme's right\n[00:46.29] Waiting 'til the time's right\n[00:47.33] Smiling at my mom's like\n[00:48.92] Smiling at my mom\n[00:51.97] Smiling at my mama\n[00:55.09] Moët what we sipping now\n[00:56.50] We was never tripping now\n[00:58.01] We on private jets, in other words, that means that we tripping now\n[01:01.12] 'Cause they was over there, I was over here\n[01:04.02] They was too scared while I was facing my fears\n[01:07.30] I've always been driven, but they too scared to steer\n[01:10.10] That's why I compete with legends, motherfuck my peers\n[01:13.26] I'm the man of the year\n[01:16.66] Man of the year\n[01:19.84] Man of the year\n[01:22.71] Man of the year\n[01:25.68] \n[01:29.17] Man of the year\n[01:32.28] \n[01:35.01] Man of the year\n[01:38.02] They said I couldn't do it\n[01:39.44] Back when I was broke going through it\n[01:41.74] 'Til I got a deal, now they talking 'bout \"I knew it\"\n[01:44.91] But you was wasn't there in the beginning\n[01:47.25] Nowhere to be found when I was down\n[01:49.28] But you show up when I'm winning\n[01:50.83] Uh, left me to drown, now I'm swimming\n[01:53.16] I do it 'cause I love this shit\n[01:55.35] Fuck the money, and the women, and the-\n[01:57.89] And the whips with the rims still spinning\n[02:00.42] I been at it since the beginning\n[02:02.36] All these girls screaming, \"Logic!\"\n[02:03.97] But I wanna hear my real name\n[02:05.45] Come from the lips of a beautiful woman, that's real man\n[02:08.67] Y'all act like I'm Superman\n[02:10.41] But 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