WalkOnBy

Walk On By - Logic

Is it still is it going

Yeah yeah

Alright so we gon' do this one like for the

RattPack and s**t is it recording

Alright for the real hip-hop muhf**kas you know what I'm saying

Shout out to Bobby my engineer

It's a nice night in LA

We're recording this mixtape and s**t workin' on the album at

The same time you know what I'm saying

Visionary boy

Yeah yeah uh yeah we gon' do it for 96 v

We gon' do it for hip-hop

Second renaissance type s**t check it

Pictures 'bout being broke

Would get me riches like dealing coke

Like big brother used to do so we could stay afloat

I heard them guns outside my window them gangsters would tote

Thought about the life

I wanted picked up the pen and then wrote

While they was firing you could hear sirens

From people dialling and women crying in the phone

I was in the zone trying to make a living

Heading to work in the morning

Everyday felt like I was mourning as my dream was deceased

Until I quit my job then my work ethic increased

Elevated to levels I ain't ever seen

Stacking this cream living the American dream now

I'm going crazy I ain't slept in days

Dreaming of Michael Jordan money like I slept in J's

Always shouting out my team 'cause I get all the plays

But they the ones that motivate me on depressing days

See I'm from Maryland where cats draw gats like animation

From the smallest altercation that can lead to termination

With a rapper on every corner like the rest of the nation

Passing bars back and forth like legal examinations

As a youngin I was running wild

Me and my homies skipping school puffing on that loud

Doing s**t just to do it 'cause we wasn't allowed

I thought I understood the world but

I was still a child yeah

Now when my momma was at home drinking thinking 'bout the bills

I was dreaming 'bout the mills running round looking for thrills

I guess this is how it feels

When your memory spills onto the page

And paints a picture of another age

Back in West Deer Park chilling with shorties after dark

'Cause when the sun is down the police always want us down

Till we get older and hustle now they tryna gun us down

We just trying to make a livin'

Off of what we've been given

Walk on by

Walk on by

They call me Logic yeah that's L-O-G-I-C

I ain't wrapped up in them b***hes

I just write 'bout s**t I see

'Cause these lyrics set me free f**k the world let me be

And when I feel like I can't write

That's when I hit the MPC

My talent limitless but time limited so listen up