Carnival (feat. AZ)

Logic

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    Yeah, I like this
    It's like, like creepin' up on 'em

    What makes a MC left-raise his entry?
    For me, once a brace left Daise in a frenzy
    Faces envy with the grace of Pimp C
    It's never complicated, the basics been me
    From straight with ten Gs to racin' Bentleys
    Cool from the junk to lacin' Jet Li
    Convince me, who cooler out in Aruba?
    Blowin' ounces with Buddha, I know the rouse the manoeuvre
    Pursue or let's speak about it, I keep a stylist from here to Falice
    To fornicatin' at Caesar's palace, balance both feet on the concrete
    Calmin' me, throw that heater in my own reach
    From Palms Beach to the pretty sands in the Turks
    Fifty grand disperse, never plan for the worst
    Let me work (haha), I wrote it just how I quote it
    It's hopeless tryin' to decode it, the Moses not for the moment

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    Yeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that
    Guns drum, where the loot at?
    Chillin' at the crib bumpin' Lupe and Lute Pack
    Rhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick
    Shinin' with my eyes while it's shut like it's clockwork
    Four metal jackets got you walkin' awkward
    Rather this away, your life? All this money just a fur coat
    Bezerk on the beat, machine work
    till I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk, wanna know my net worth?
    Motherfucker got ten milli', that's cute, you ain't in my network
    My money Oceans Eleven, y'all snatchin' a purse
    Black and white like clerks, take 'em to church
    With the verse, choppin' samples with Doc in another universe
    It's God level, the rebel nobody could revel
    I'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fuckin' pebble
    Presidential with the bezel, never one to embezzle
    My dick big, my money gross, let's toast to excess
    Peep the success, bitch, I'm in the middle of Little Italy
    Literally, no way you could ever get rid of me
    'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the fuckin' garbage
    Now I'm on top and you talkin' shit, hell, nah, bitch
    You mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it
    I rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it
    Leave these pussies castrated and faces exacerbated
    Spend all day talkin' about me, you fascinated
    I rip your intestines out of your abdomen through your asshole
    And choke you with 'em, I'm sicker than Venom
    I'll murder you like OGs in prison do to child molesters and rapists of women
    I'ma be the shark that grew legs and evolved from swimmin'
    You know I started from the bottom, flows, I got 'em
    Bars, I got 'em, yeah, you know I fuckin' got 'em
    Leave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit out like Joe Biden
    Ridin' in the whip with the homies on some MAAd city shit
    This that gritty shit, Brooklyn 9-5, New York City shit
    You can hate me now, P. Diddy shit
    I start up from the bottom, man, I really did
    And everything they say is true when you get really big, I made it

    Woo-hoo-hoo
    Amazing, I heard it, I see it
    Logic, that's a verse
    That is a verse, that—, wow
    Woah

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    Composición: Az y Logic

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