Logic – Don’t Be Afraid to Be Different Lyrics

Seuss, bitch I’m Sam I Am
I don’t give a damn ’bout lyrics
You should feel the spirit when you hear it
No fuckboys, a legend can’t get near it
Sucka em—sucka emcees they, sucka emcees, they fear it
[Chorus: Logic]
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all Play this song
[Intro: Logic]
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah
[Chorus: Logic]
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
[Verse 1: Will Smith]
West Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground is where I… **** all that
Came in the game on my neon fresh
Won the first rap Grammy so I guess I’m blessed
Come off tours, walk on sets
Everybody followin’ the trends I set
60 million sold, doin’ it different
And my IG poppin’ from doing it different
Bad vibrations, I stay distant
RattPack, MSFTS, doin’ it different
Fortnite doin’ the Carlton dance
Come on, it’s just different, man
[Chorus: Logic]
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
[Verse 2: Logic]
Used to be that motherfucker in the background
Yeah, but now I’m in the forefront
‘Cause I keep it more blunt, goddamn
Pump up the jam, pump up the volume
I’m not Rakim, but I’m doper than—
Pump up, pump up the jam, pump up the volume
I’m not Rakim, but I’m doper than Valium
Back in high school I was not the man
Now wherever I go they know who I am
From Maryland to Beijing I’m raging
Paging the doctor on call, the illest of them all
[Chorus: Logic]
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
[Verse 3: Logic]
This is for the people goin’ hard in the gym
This is for the people goin’ hard on the dance floor
Pump up the heart rate and dance more
Pump up the, pump up the motherfuckin’ jam
Rhymin’ like Dr.

Logic – COMMANDO Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: Logic]
(Let that boy breathe)
[Chorus: Logic & G-Eazy]
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it drop (Ayy)
Don’t stop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it drop (Ayy)
Don’t stop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it drop (Ayy)
Don’t stop (Ayy)
[Verse 1: Logic]
You got a Rolex but can’t tell the time ’cause you stupid as fuck (Let that boy breathe)
Don’t fuck around, bitch I do what I love, yes I do what I want (Yes, I do what I want)
Uh, hit up my homie T-Money, he supply the weed for the blunt
Yeah, hit up my homie T-Money, he supply the weed for the month (Ayy)
I do it all, do what I want and I go where I want, but can’t go to the mall (But can’t go to the mall)
‘Cause if I did, they’d shut that bitch down like
Rap Justin Bieber, best believe, when I’m around, they go crazy They go crazy, ride this dick girl, don’t get lazy like “Oh!”
That shit they love, right? (Ayy, ayy)
Michael Jackson on these hoes, you know I keep a glove (Hee-hee) Boss up like Lando, like Donald Glove
Yeah, my girl go commando, you know I love (You)
Light the scented candle, then you know I grub (Know I grub) Can’t fuck with no basic bitch who want a thug
Bobby sell albums, no he don’t sell drugs (Let that boy breathe)
[Chorus: Logic & G-Eazy]
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it drop (Ayy)
Don’t stop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it drop (Ayy)
Don’t stop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it drop (Ayy)
Don’t stop (Ayy)
[Verse 2: G-Eazy & Logic]
Logic hit my line, he said
“Help me break the internet though, my brother, listen”
I said “Say no more” (Say no more)
So gather ’round, but let me just say this before
Ladies and gentlemen, the moment y’all been waiting for (Waiting for)
Gerald and Bobby, the clash of the titans, go tell somebody (Go tell somebody)
The world has been waiting, the world has been watching, you finally got it (Finally got it)
They always compare us, they pit us against us, yeah, but that’s not it (Yeah, but that’s not it)
So get the fuck off me, my brother, he said he don’t fuck with nobody
I’m feelin Godly, wearin’ all white
Rewritin’ history, did it tonight
My OG told me we did it right
E-40 told me we did it right
Middle school dreams, stay coming true, we doing well (We doing well)
Yeah, walk in bodegas, buying my cover of XXL (XXL)
Yeah, fell in love with music, but I know this shit’s a business now
Back to basics, like it’s Lasik’s, got the vision now
Been had drive, but I swear this shit’s just different now (Different now)
Two Ferraris later, everything is clicking now (Let that boy breathe)
[Chorus: Logic & G-Eazy]
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it drop (Ayy)
Don’t stop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it drop (Ayy)
Don’t stop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it pop (Ayy)
Make it drop (Ayy)
Don’t stop (Ayy)
[Outro: Logic]
(Let that boy breathe)
Hehe (Ayy, ayy)
PLP, but keep that in the glove, right?

Logic – Out of Sight Lyrics

Out of sight
‘Cause I’m (What), I’m out of sight
Quarter million for a ’67, yeah, I think I might, uh
I think I did, hold up now, I think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib
Fifty million in the bank, hundred million on my mind
If I die tomorrow, at least I done had one hell of a time
Switch the flow up when I rhyme
Switch the flow up when I rhyme
People throwin’ shade ’cause I shine
Fifty thousand in the pot, I just threw in twenty blind
Shooting craps in the alley, I bet all the food stamps
Now my house in the valley make me wanna do the dance, like
[Chorus]
We gon’ make it, knock on wood
We gon’ make it, knock on wood
Used to wish that I could ball, yeah, I used to wish I could
Fifty thousand on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I’m only 29, but I still ain’t hit my peak
‘Cause I (What), uh, I’m out of sight
Quarter million for a ’67, yeah, I think I might, uh (What)
I think I did, God damn, I think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib (What)
We gon’ make it, knock on wood
We gon’ make it, knock on wood (What)
People always told me I would never make it out my hood
Yeah, I made it, knock on wood
Now I made it, knock on wood
All the money we makin’ keep circulatin’ like it should
[Outro]
What, what
What, what Play this song
[Intro]
What
[Chorus]
We gon’ make it, knock on wood
We gon’ make it, knock on wood
Used to wish that I could ball, yeah, I used to wish I could
Fifty thousand on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I’m only 29, but I still ain’t hit my peak
‘Cause I (What), uh, I’m out of sight
Quarter million for a ’67, yeah, I think I might, uh (What)
I think I did, God damn, think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib (What)
[Verse]
We gon’ make it, knock on wood
We gon’ make it, knock on wood (What)
Used to wish that I could ball
Yeah, I used to wish I could
Now with millions in the bank
My only question is I should (What)
Scared money don’t make none, yeah, I’m good
Fifty fifty on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I’m only 29, but I still ain’t hit my peak
Put a bullet through your sheet, put your body in the earth
Like a cleat, like a (What, what), like a cleat
Bobby gon’ body the beat, then you know he gon’ repeat
‘Cause I’m what?

Logic – Wannabe Lyrics

I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
I wanna be– A gram
[Chorus]
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can’t I be famous? I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
I wanna be–
[Verse]
I’m just a regular person, so I’m not good enough, no, I’m not good enough, no, I ain’t shit
I don’t get likes like they get likes, so I’m gonna slit my fuckin’ wrist
I ain’t apologin’, inject the collagen
Make me feel like I’m in college again (College again)
He sellin’ fame by the gram (By the gram)
Can’t leave the house without you in my hand (You in my hand)
That social media shit is a contest
If I ain’t winnin’ then I am depressed
And I feel less than, I get stressed then
I, I, I, I, I get stressed like (Ooh)
Why you think Kanye crazy? Why you think YG in Brazy like, “Suu whoop”
Why you think Dope Boy ain’t on the Internet no more? Play this song
[Intro]
How much does fame weigh? I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can’t I be f– I be f–
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can’t I be famous? Motherfuck all of you
[Chorus]
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can’t I be famous? I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can’t I be f– I be f–
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can’t I be famous?

Logic – clickbait Lyrics

Play this song
[Chorus]
You are amazing, you are amazing, you are amazing, you are
You are amazing, you are amazing, you are amazing, you are
You are incredible, you are incredible, you are incredible, you ain’t shit
You are incredible, you are forgettable, you are forgettable, you are for…
[Verse]
All these comments got me lost in my mind
All these thoughts that I’m having are not mine
I always post that I’m having a good time
So my life looks perfect online
She say she never done some shit like this before
Suck my dick until I nut and then I go
I want a good girl but I always fuck with hoes
I love drugs, I pop pills, I do blow, blow, blow
I think this girl at the club wants to fuck me
And I really think her boyfriend wants to fuck me up
You’re the reason that I’m up all night
You’re the reason that I get no sleep
You say my music ain’t shit when I creep
Say I should empty the whole bottle in my mouth like Peep
And overdose, immortalize myself
While the media use my death, monetize they wealth
RIP Lil Peep, let that young man sleep
Let that young man death teach
The youth, the streets
To beat addiction
Yeah, that’s my diction
Moment of silence
I don’t do the Breakfast Club ’cause Charlamagne is shameless
That’s the only one I leave out when I run my bases
Do your research ‘fore you call somebody homophobic
You make a living off of controversy and you know it
I ain’t that type of artist, respect my name and we can talk about it
I’d suck a dick just to prove it ain’t that way (Nigga, what?)
Ninety-nine percent don’t listen what I say (You gay)
Quote that line but leave out all the mental health
Slap a bitch in the face then I count my wealth
That’s the shit they want, yeah, that’s the shit they need
That’s the shit make people click
That’s the shit that make me sick, so
[Chorus]
You are amazing, you are amazing, you are amazing, you are
You are amazing, you are amazing, you are amazing, you are
You are incredible, you are incredible, you are incredible, you ain’t shit
You are incredible, you are forgettable, you are forgettable, you are for…

Logic – Limitless Lyrics

Yeah, these haters talking shit, but success is my shield
Scarecrow flow, I’m outstanding in my field
I just texted J. Play this song
[Intro]
You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand, it’s the jam
Just don’t give a damn
Coolin’ with the fam goin’ ham
Fly to Vegas, get the band
Haters hate me, but they stan
’Cause the things they wish they could they know I can, goddamn
[Chorus]
You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand
You the man, you know you the man
Just don’t—just don’t—just don’t give a damn
Coolin’—coolin’ with the fam, goin’ ham
Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am
You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand
You the man, you know you the man
Just don’t—just don’t—just don’t give a damn
Coolin’—coolin’ with the fam, goin’ ham
Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am
[Verse 1]
Goddamn, this shit been the plan, do it ’cause I can
Made more money than 99 percent, doin’ it like spam
Fuckin’ hand reachin’ up at night, I do not give a damn
Spend a lot to make a lot and then we do that shit again
1967 Bronco pull up like I serve that blanco
1-800 made my bank account look like a phone number
Your career goin’ under, I’m top five that’s alive, that’s no lie
You ain’t in the conversation, couldn’t make it if you tried
If you ain’t droppin’ shit like all the time
Then people think you died
Shit too easy for my blood, they quick to leave you crucified
Shit ain’t work out with my last, TMZ act like I lied
Called Jermaine for some advice
‘Cause these people think I’m careless
He said, “Bobby, on the real, man, fuck ’em all
You should care less”
[Chorus]
You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand (Oh you so care—)
You the man, you know you the man (Oh you so, oh you so careless)
Just don’t—just don’t—just don’t give a damn
Coolin’—coolin’ with the fam, goin’ ham
Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am (Goddamn)
You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand
You the man, you know you the man
Just don’t—just don’t—just don’t give a damn
Coolin’—coolin’ with the fam, goin’ ham
Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am
[Verse 2]
Now they all know who I am, the fuckin’ man
I’ma get it like that, baby girl, now tell me, do you understand? I swear, my only motivation is your elation, I feel the sensation
Baby girl, be patient, my heart is racing
She keep on telling me she promise she ain’t never done this before
I said, “I know that’s a lie, but I love when you try
And I just can’t live without it
Even the thought of you leaving, I can’t think about it”
[Verse 3]
You say, you say, you say
You know you the man, you know you the man
You the only man who truly understands
I said I know I’m the man, yeah, I know I am
Ain’t no doubt about it
Every single move I make, they always seem to write about it
That’s why I never leave the compound
Always up inside it, I ain’t never in the streets
When I am, they come runnin’ to the boy, to the boy
I got way too many people nowadays I’m tryna avoid
I ain’t been on the ‘Gram in months, that shit get me too annoyed
All the weed inside these blunts
Got me feelin’ paranoid like, ‘noid like
Yeezy, Bobby, take it easy, my dawg
Why you always make it look so easy, my dawg? J Abrams on some million dollar shit
Yeah, my movie gon’ be crazy, first I gotta polish shit
Schoolin’ all you fuckin’ rappers, this right here the scholarship
If my presence near your presence
Then you best acknowledge it, bitch
[Chorus]
You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand
You the man, you know you the man
Just don’t—just don’t—just don’t give a damn
Coolin’—coolin’ with the fam goin’ ham
Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am
You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand
You the man, you know you the man
Just don’t—just don’t—just don’t give a damn
Coolin’—coolin’ with the fam goin’ ham
Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am
[Outro]
Now they all know who I am