Chords for Logic - Dead Presidents III

_ Dead Presidents 3, not to be confused with Growing Pains 3
Logic this, logic that Logic sick, logic wack
Logic just don't give a fuck Rap Pack
So many people think that rappers they calling stoppage and cease
Gotta capisce, this is my house you fuckers should lease
[Ab] Waiting on a record yeah that's never coming [Abm] like a priest
Black and white like a nun, these up and comers our son
Like to break a dime so father your father like an apostle
Pay pensions like a vocasso while bitches uncover my fossil
Never knowin' what's gon' follow however we never wallow
In our sorrow just pray for tomorrow
At [B] times my heart can be hollow, emotions [Eb] forced to be swallowed
While [Abm] neighborhood cats blast off gas like the Apollo
This is just a simple reminder as my lyrics force you to ponder
Life's a bitch and I hurt your fuck you saw I'm tryna find her
When moments show love you then swallow you whole
Like an anaconda the bitch is kinky kinda
And so with the lift of a pinky I'ma
Dominate the world like my name was brain
Spit flame like propane, bitches I overcame
You know the name, ink in my veins inflame
And spew on the page, send on the pain like Novocaine
[Ab] Motherfucker
I'm out for presidents to represent me Get [Abm] money
I'm out for presidents to represent me Get money
I'm out for presidents to [Eb] represent me Get [Ebm] money
I'm out for [Abm] dead fucking presidents to represent me
[Ab] I'm out for presidents to represent me Get money
I'm out for presidents to [Abm] represent me Get [B] money
I'm out for presidents to represent me Get [Abm] money
I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
Allow me to kill it off the brink like no traffic
Murder every [B] demographic
Better hit you using only blood to make sure that it's graphic
Rip the mic to set the example while these motherfuckers testin'
My patience like blood samples, constant thoughts of suicide
We live in an era that's due or die, society expects us to fail
I'm talkin' bout you and I, but we [Ebm] persevere
Force fear, enemies true, Sam
We want [Abm] nothin' but peace and if not we [Ab] leave em' deceased
In your central nervous system like Hamer
With rapid [Abm] Maryland to the fullest
Bustin' like bullets that travel through chambers
Ignite up my triggers, don't pull it
I get from point A to point B by keepin' a G
Ain't no killer but don't push me
If you grab the heat, you a pussy
Knock a lover, tell me how you feel
Forget the steal
I have not a single enemy
Only evil entities that have somehow befriended me
And they mine
Cause I am just a mortal man of peace that can rhyme
And when it comes to games, I catch planes, they catch villains
[B] Haters keep my name and they mouth like villains
[Abm] High as a ceiling
Y'all really don't know [Ebm] who you dealin' with now
Visions of livin' until my flesh [Abm] 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 a surface like abrasions
Haters takin' shots but it never graze em'
Now if pro is the opposite of kind, what's the opposite of pro-crest?
I love my country but [B] that shit a mess
Grew [Ebm] up on sex and hate, I can [Abm] attest
And now they wonder why I claim that [Ab] I'm the fuckin' best
I'm out for presidents to represent me
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[Ebm] _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ Now if [B] I don't believe it, y'all won't perceive it
Now run it back and retrieve it till you receive it
I'm not in your [Ab] motherfuckin' mind
Only 22 [Abm] but I feel like I'm 99
Back in 1999, that's when I began to rhyme
Surrounded [Eb] by narcotics and crime
But you know I shine, daddy was [Abm] smokin' crack
I was raised by a single mind, fast and every night
I ain't talk about no Ramadan, I was poor as fuck
Me and my mama, we ain't have a dime
At [Ebm] 16, the school system dismissed him and wished him well
But [Abm] my mama never farted, how the fuck could I prevail?
So I focused on his [N] music and used it to create a life of my own
I left home at 17, shortly after my mama got stabbed
By fuckin' around in the streets
But she's still breathin', which give me a reason to believe
In a higher power instead of grievin'
So many rappers bitin' me, you would think they was teethin'
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
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