Logic - Young Jesus (Feat. Big Lenbo)

What up Bobby
This that 95 shit right here
Take 'em back to the 90s
Okay now take a trip inside my mind
like you was off to Venice
It’s me and B-I-G L-N-B-O
cooking like chemists
Take them back to way back
when like Dennis The Menace
Causing mayhem on the come up
like a young apprentice
Smoking weed and getting higher
then a flight attendant
Hip-hop descendant
gold Jesus on my pendant
Got to pull it out for everyone
that’s in attendance
Okay back in the day
as a College Park tenant
Still can’t believe
I didn’t get a shorty pregnant
Man. that’s the definition
of a life sentence
A whole lot of beef
no bread no lettuce
Cause I couldn’t keep it in my briefs
man that’s pathetic
Fuck all that back and forth
this ain’t a game of tennis
I'll be in my mothafuckin'
chamber like the senate
Scared to go outside
but I know I can’t prevent it
I'm forever alone in my mind
See I’m a self diagnosed hypochondriac
Either at the crib
or on the tour bus is where you'll find me at
Yeah I know that I’m livin' like
I got it okay yeah
But I swear that I'm not
that neurotic over here yeah
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Ayo fuck all that
it’s the fat young Jesus
Flow prestigious
Stackin’ money
and playing the field man like Regis
Better believe us or leave us
Grabbin' your bitches’ cleavage like oo-ah
I went from surveying
to Super Saiyan slayin’ the man
Bitches want an autograph
I sign them titties in crayon
Like goddamn
B-I-G-L-N-B-O
cooking like chemists
Posted in the club in baggy jeans
and a beanie
Sippin' on a martini
takin' my pick at bitches like eenie meenie
I'm unscannable
young cannibal
Eat wack MCs like Hannibal
Cause Joe Pesci's my spirit animal
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Okay the flow delicious
bounty huntin' like Sid Vicious
The young Spiegle
interstellar with my retrieval
Furthest from evil
I throw this shit back like medieval
I spit at it like a Baretta
you know I get better by givin' the people
Not a fuck given
check the method that's how we livin'
Always been driven
out of sight and yet never hidden
The Return of the Jedi
bitch I bet I do the show
and catch a red eye
Ho I said I leave 'em dead
I know I do
This shit is overdue
Pass me the fifth and I'm comin' through
The B-I-G-L-E-N-B-O on the way to Rio
Aye dios mio lookin' for a Latin Leo
To hold a brother down like the white man
Fuck that nigga
Ayo enough's enough
man of my word I never bluff
Even in a pair of cuffs know
we always keep it real
Like goddamn
don't even step like I ain't the man
I'm just 301 reppin'
second I step in Maryland
I gotta conceal it like a murder weapon
I kept in the glove
Ratt Pack you know it's all love
We the realest so fuck you
if you ain't feel this
Throw a Molotov in your crib
and tell them bitches to bill us
We the illest
Finger fuck a critic
shit is darker than
The Chronicles of Riddick
Yes I did it
while they bit it
you know we got it
Smack you with the palm
save the back for your mom
Sound the alarm
you know we got it goin' on