Letra de Ghost in the Machine - Logic

(Feat. ["Robert Ivory","Phil Adé"])

All the time

All the time

All the time, Rattpack, what up?

All the time

All the time

All the time, Rattpack

Back in the basement, homie

Way b—, way before the first placement, homie

Back in the basement, homie

Way b—, way before the first placement, homie

Yeah, time is a drug and that **** is finite (Now)

So that's why I write

About my present now, so clean

Grounded like a mezzanine

Record raps like I'm a machine

Word to Major, homie, what's ya flavor, homie?

College Park days, rocking Swaver, homie

Anonymity was free, but now they all know me

**** the money that I got

**** the money that I got

**** the Rollie that I got

**** the fame

Take it all away, now tell me, what I got?

First and foremost, my health, secondly, that's my family

I got tact, I got heart, I got it all but a Grammy

I got people that love me and some people that can't stand me

But no matter what they say, I know I am me

I'm a champ like N.O.R.E. in "Nothin'," way down in Miami

No, the game could never ban me

I'm a renegade like Em and Jay

Might as well be honest with what you say

'Cause no matter how you feel them **** people finna hate you anyway

This for the kid in a dorm room with a dream of his own

These haters that try to drown you, they won't leave you alone

But never give up the sight, always remember to fight

You never know what could happen, your life could change overnight

It happened to me, I ain't kiddin'

Way back in them days, man

Playing Call of Duty online, rockin' with FaZe Clan

Now I'm a millionaire with a dad bod and a couple grays, man

So keep it real all the time

And remember who you am, who you am

East side, west side, we ride, we die all for this

Oh my, my, I know why I can't fall for this

All my life I tried, I cried, got pride in this

All my life, I'd hide, I stayed inside for this

Tell me what you know about forty days, forty nights

No lights, all for this

Tell me what you know about sleeping outside

No ride in the wintertime, all for this

Tell me what you know about commas in the bank

Lookin' in the mirror, yeah, I did all of this (Tell me)

Yeah

I'm just tryna do what makes me happy

Livin' my truth

Was cut from a different cloth, played by different rules

Had to find a way to cheat the status quo, still with the static, though

Played the corner like Avante Maddox where the addicts go

Wasn't my habits though, I was on a different wave

Played the sidekick to get it, did the Scottie Pippen phase

These days, I play it like LeBron

Business cards say I got a white side, I ain't Hassan

Nah, this is educated Black

Playin' with me, get you smacked

For a while, been on these Cubans, sipping Azul

But my energy still miles with the yak

I'm sharp as Shannon, you skip 'cause you skippin' facts

I tip my hat to anybody Black that made it out the hood

Got they whole family living good from off of rap

We don't get as many options to live as opulent

Bar Harbor shop, take the crew to Nobu while findin' blue occupancy

A long way from Briggs Chaney, when rollin' up bush was my vice like Dick Chaney

I was livin' insanely, for the money I couldn't attain mama, couldn't tame me

She get it now, I count up on her kitchen counter

Two thousand, three thousand, four

Gotta fix her kitchen floor, here go three thousand more

Feel good to step up, make up what she can't afford

Keep it a buck, this is what it's all for, for sure

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