Текст песни Logic - Mama / Show Love

[Part I: Mama][Intro: Logic]Mama, look at me now (Get shot)Mama, look at me now[Verse 1: Logic]I got the juice, coming for you and I'm bringing the nooseLeaving 'em hanging, my shit bangingSecond that I came in the game, I'm aimingHold up, wait a minute, break it down for the laymen(Do-do-do-do-do-do)I'm killin' everybody, I'm the MC that the MCs studyLook up to me, little buddy (Do it like me, little buddy)Save yo money, don't think about a Beamer'Til ya sellin' out arenas, and you're ballin' like aBallin'-ballin'-ballin'-ballin'-Everybody wonder what it be likeNow it what it seem like, now it what it dream likeGo like green light, somethin' what a fiend likeDo it for the drug and we do it for the loveAnd we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whipAnd somebody pull up on you and they vibe-vibe-vibing your shit[Chorus: Logic & YBN Cordae]Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now[Verse 2: YBN Cordae]Mama look what you created, now I'm super fadedAnd I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real richBut she too elated 'cause she knew we made itGot the Louis sueded on some trill shitI be coolin', nigga, making stupid figuresBut the truth is realer than the fake shitKnow they shoot to kill us, and produce the triggersI go two gorillas on some BAPE shitLook at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortionThe Range and the Porsches, the same, but it's gorgeousMama called me, said your name on the Forbes listThank God your daddy never paid for abortionBut sharing clothes, good times, I'ma cherish thoseNow I'm stuck doing Paris showsEmbarrass hoes on carousels, I'm careless thoughI bear the toe, don't tear your soul (My god)[Chorus: Logic]Mama, look at me now[Verse 3: Logic]Ayy, I'm the one that's where you're fromThey get it done, I'm killing them without a gunTake it in, rake it in like a leaf from a money treeKeep it goin', keep it goin', get the money, get the moneyWhen it's sunny, 'cause when them clouds comeI can promise it's depressionThat's when you learn your lessonThought you was cut out for this, your professionGo be the best and all of that, nah fuck all of thatNo one call him back, yeah, no falling backBreaking down on stage, break it down the pageBreaking down your ageLike, like now, all you do is compare, compare, compare

Comparing yourself to the worldAnd you losing yourself to the worldAnd you're losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your fansYou have bigger plans, you is in demand, they don't give a (Damn)Spend all your money on bullshit and dramaHad zeros and zeros, and commas on commasOn commas, on commas, on commas (On commas)[Chorus: Logic]Mama, look at me now (Me now)[Part ll: Show Love][Verse 4: Logic]Ayy, ayy, bitch, get the fuck off my dickEverybody ready, I'ma talk my shitPut him on my back, and then I walk my shitFuck around, flick my wrist, get it like thisI got more plaques than I know what to do withBelieved in myself when nobody else knew itGoddamn, I been through itGoddamn, I been through itYou ain't got class, bitch you been truantI am the truest, no need to askBack it up, girl, now back that assBobby get bitches 'cause bitches love BobbyAnd all of the bitches say, "Bobby delicious"To say I love bitches, completely fictitious[Interlude: Logic]'Cause I, I respect womenBut let's be real, man, there's some bad bitches out there[Verse 5: Logic]Man, I'm just playingChiefin' the reefer, don't know what I'm sayingI'm pushin' 30, my, I'm pushin' 30, my man (It's time to have fun)Shoutout that boy Gambino, shoutout that boy K. DotShoutout that boy young Drizzy, all y'all been doin' a lotWhy the rap game so scared to show love?I don't know but I am notThat shit right there a Black ThoughtNow bring it back to the rootsYes, I most definitely got the juiceYes, I got love for the gameDon't do this shit for the fameIt's how we people the sameDon't care what set you claimShoutout that boy YG, Nat King Cole and JIDEverybody know I be in the club V.I.P, huhSike, not meToo many people to name, but know I got love for you allIf you need me, I got you, I promise I got you, just give me a callHip-hop, we a family, but the hype beast wanna ban me'Cause I am me, speak love, not hate, so they don't understand me2019 better get that GrammyGive me my props where props is dueWhy everybody wanna come stop you?Maybe they mad that they not youWhen you preach that peace and loveMake them wanna come through, pop shots at youThat's no love, fuck that, show loveDon't buck back like a bitch
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