🎵 My Story // by Logic

3 ContributorsMy Story Lyrics [Verse] Allow me to kill it off the brake like no traffic Murderin' every demographic Paint a picture using only blood to make sure that it's graphic Grip the mic to set the example While all these muh-fuckers testin' my patience like blood samples Constant thoughts of suicide, we live in an era that's do or die Society expects us to fail, I'm talking about you and I But we persevere force feed enemies truth sеrum We want, nothing but peace and if not, wе leave 'em deceased In your central nervous system like heroin, reppin' Maryland to the fullest Bustin' like bullets that travel through chambers ignited by triggers, don't pull it I get from point A to point B by keeping it G Ain't no killer, but don't push me If you grab the heat, you a pussy Knuckle up and tell me how you feel, forget the steel I have not a single enemy Only evil entities that have some how befriended me, in they mind 'Cause I am just a mortal man of peace that can rhyme And when it comes to dames I catch planes They catch feelings Haters keep my name in they mouth like fillings High as the ceiling Y'all really don't know who you're dealing with now Visions of livin' until my flesh is perished and my spirit is risen Thankful for every breath I'm givin' Fuck social division On the road to success and there ain't no time for collision People ask "How you get your flow so amazing?" To which I reply, "I have yet to scratch the surface like abrasions" Haters takin' shots but they never graze him Now, if pro is the opposite of con What's the opposite of progress? I love my country, but that shit a mess Grew up on section 8, I can attest And now they wonder why I claim that I'm the fucking best 'Cause if I don't believe it y'all won't perceive it Now, run it back and retrieve it Till you receive it in your motherfuckin' mind Only 22, but I feel like I'm 99 Back in 1999, that's when I began to rhyme Surrounded by narcotics and crime, but you know I shine Daddy was smoking crack, I was raised by a single mom Fasting every night, I ain't talking 'bout no Ramadan I was poor as fuck me and my mama, we didn't have a dime At 16, the school system dismissed him and wished him well But my mama never fought it, how the fuck could I prevail? So I focused on this music and used it to create a life of my own I left home at 17 Shortly, after my mama got stabbed by fucking around in the streets But she still breathin' which gave me a reason to believe in a higher power instead of grieving So many rappers biting me, you would think they was teething And now you know, this is just a sugar coated version within a fraction of a percentage, that was taken from just a piece of my story