Logic - Warm It Up ft. Young Sinatra (Official Audio) Chords

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Rap is wack as fuck, make the young Sinatra sick
Rap pack, be [Ab] the squad, that's the young Sinatra clique
Goddamn, [C] said that's the young [Gb] Sinatra clique
Goddamn!
Listen, yeah, I'm visualizing the realism of life in actuality
Systemic fatality, yeah, this shit is my galaxy
I am who the [Eb] baddest be
I'd rather be [Bbm] at Academy of Killers, I'm glad to be me
Magnify the shit like [Ebm] bifocal
Motherfuckers talk [Gb] on the internet, but in person ain't never vocal
Come to the hood and fuck you up if you prefer to be local
I'm local from NoHo to SoHo, getting G's like a photo
You know ho, I'm blessed like Sunday, fly it in a runway
Lil Bobby never [C] second guess that he gon' make it [Gb] one day
One way or another, my brother, word to your mother
They should give me a badge, cause I'm always undercovers
Goddamn, I'm a miraculous man
You know I get it, I [Ebm] get it, I get it, I get it
[Bbm] The young Sinatra spit it, [C] rewind it and rip it
I [Gb] can murder your whole album with a 30-second smoothie
That's the Mary Jane like I'm riding a train with Peter Parker
I'm sure I have more [Ab] sex in this city than Sarah [Bbm] Jessica Parker
The [Db] deeper and deeper I go, I get [Bb] darker
They say they want the old me, they want the young Sinatra back
The one that never, never, [B] never, never, never give it around the [Gb] almanac
Yeah, I'm all of that, [C] fall back, next [Bbm] September again
Baptist in [C] these vibin' so hard they won't [Gb] remember again
When it comes to hip-hop, bitch, I'm indigenous to this
It's apparent I'm bearing down like a parent
When the beef is at stake, I'm mass-rose
My God-level lyricism surpass [Eb] flows
I'm much more [Bb] than fast flows, money, [Bbm] talk, cash, no
I'm better than ever surpass [Gb] those
Fuck that rap shit, this that trap shit
Bobby, this world is my contraption
Bobby, I was born and raised in a trap zone
Bobby, talk shit, get kidnapped, son
Bobby, I don't really know where I rap, son
Ay, money in the bank, yeah, I got some
Ay, couple sports cars, yeah, I got some
Ay, logic never flex, Bobby get it done
Ay, y'all don't really know where I come from
Talking that [C] shit, I'ma come for [Gb] him
Tell me what you really know about me right now
Anything I want, I get it somehow
Fuck that trap shit, this that rap shit
Give me the hand like Donna Batlis
Sweater to rip it [Ab] off, open the caps
It's great, it's [Bbm] alive like I'm passing
I put [C] them all in they baskets
They [Gb] can't seem to get past it
I'm a bastard, a master of the flow
And none of y'all ready for the massacre though
Fuck with logic, it has to know
Matter of fact, it's not [C] impossible
Just highly improbable
[Bbm] Like, saying the police isn't [C] robbable
But I'm liable to walk [Gb] up in the station in blue face
Like, fuck the police, blue lives ain't a race
Fuck whoever said this rap shit was never a race
This shit a marathon
Murder you motherfuckers and carry on
Claiming that you really got this shit
You got this, Jim, carry on
Liar, liar, I might crucify ya
Number one, till I die, I will never retire
[Bb] I am the messiah, I am the god of this shit
This is how [Gb] we do it, yeah, I started this shit
Yes, I started this shit, like
Fuck that rap shit, this that trap shit
This world [C] is my contraption
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I was born and raised in a trap zone
Talk shit, get kidnapped, son
I don't really know why I rap, son
Money in the bank, yeah, I got some
Couple sports cars, yeah, I bust some
Logic never flex, probably get it done
Y'all don't really know where I come from
I'm talking that [Ebm] shit, I'm a conform
[Gb] Tell me what you really know about me right now
Anything I want, I get it somehow
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