GP4

[Intro]

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Y'all niggas overdoin' it

You gotta slow that shit down

Take your time, reevaluate your shit, it don't matter (Watch)

Niggas ain't got money, ain't got time

Fuck it, just say this shit

[Chorus]

You and me

Gon' live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin')

I can hear 'em callin' me

We've come a long way since H.O.C. (Watch)

You and me

Gon' live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin')

I can hear 'em callin' me

We've come a long way since H.O.C. (Watch)

[Verse]

I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)

Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai

Who I named William after 'cause I get bills from these beats

Fuck the industry, you know we keepin' it real up in these streets

Came up in a world that's off its axis

All that's promised, death and taxes

Don't give a fuck who be rhyming the fastest, my anxiety

Make me spit it a mile a minute

I'm stuck in a clinic like Flynn Montgomery

Take a step back, tell me right now, boy, just what's your summary

Creeping through fireside

Smash the window of that fire ride

Just to see what we can snatch from up inside

'Til the flashin' lights come 'round that corner then we run and hide

Prayin' to God up in Heaven, eleven at night and I got no alibi

My damn, dip to Stewart Town

Best not come 'round these parts if you new in town

Wonder what my homies from back in the day livin' at, are doin' now

Running with my sister Jeannie, schooling me like Mr. Feeny

This  the first time I heard a gunshot on the block

Growing pains (Three), this the type of shit don't never stop

Here come the cops

Shooting up the hood like Black Ops

'Cause trigger-happy police tend to trigger happy people

And some people who believe we not equal shoot up the steeple

My God, if you exist, then why you make life so hard?

If you exist, the way you think is avant-garde

If you exist, you got a funny way of showing it

What happens in the afterlife?

These people think they knowin' shit

And on that note, I keep it G

Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G. 

Don't believe me, look that shit up, I promise you'll find the key

To that punchline, feelin' just fine

Let the abyss of my mind, my mind consume

Snap my fingers like Thanos and Bobby Boy bringin' the doom

'Cause I'm 6:30, killin' shit, hands down and dirty

That white boy can't rap, he talk good and act nerdy

I just texted Erykah Badu

To let her know what I'm gon' do

Sample "Dreamflower" by Tarika Blue

That's cool with you?

Yeah, that's fine, baby, all gravy

Long as you know you my baby

And that beat yo' daddy like if he ever cheat on me

I mean she don't own the sample but she might as well

'Cause her and Dilla paved the way for all I got, and, well

I'ma show my gratitude, no attitude, no auto-tune like T-Pain

Doin' Unplugged, I'm unplugged, like Trinity

Wonder how the people gonna remember me, goddamn

Switch up the plan

We all say it, we all claim it, but it's no use

The greatest rapper alive is probably slacking producing

Introduce you to my train of thought

Snapping on a track like the illest conductor

With no contradiction

I brought my heart to the table

Fact and never fiction, fuck a fable

Ready and willing you better believe that I'm able to spit

Power through these lines faster than fiber-optic cable, I'm gone

[Chorus]

You and me

Gon' live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin')

I can hear 'em callin' me

We've come a long way since H.O.C. (Watch)

You and me

Gon' live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin')

I can hear 'em callin' me

We've come a long way since H.O.C. (Watch)

[Interlude: T-Man]

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From the bottom

When you come from the bottom, you ain't get no chances, man

I'ma do this shit 'til the Fourth Of July, blow up straight to the sky (Watch)

Nigga fuck it, we high

I remember when a nigga had to ask for money

It's been a long time since I had to do that shit (Watch)

This shit ain't free

I got the roof over my head and a bed, nigga, my bitch givin' me head

I'd rather get money instead

Man, it's Bobby Boy Records in this bitch

Y'all niggas better write this shit down (It don't matter)

'Cause 10 years from now, we on top

And we ain't never gon' stop

All money in (Watch)

[Outro: Thalia]

This album marks the reunion of Logic and No I.D. 

For the first time in six years

Since the inception of its predecessor