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"Can I do it like you do it?" That's what they be asking us
White Benz, black card, ♥♥♥♥♥ better get your plastic cup
Man, this ♥♥♥♥ is hella hard, but we never acting up
Live it up, hold on to your dream, don't ever give it up
Finally had my share of success, and ♥♥♥♥, I can't get enough
Now they know my name through the nation
Cause my single like that good ♥♥♥♥, man, always in rotation
Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations
Stacking profit on profit, from this music I'm making
Even Jesus had haters, so when you feeling forsaken
Tell 'em jealous Judas is who this is, and man, that'll break 'em
And ♥♥♥♥♥ I'm still the same
Dash of auto tune so y'all can feel the pain
Broke as ♥♥♥♥, back in that basement, not a dollar to my name
Chasing fame, chasing glory, 'til the day we make a story