XXL Freshmen 2013 Cypher - Part 3 lyrics

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]
I tried to take the time to become someone's inspiration
Turnt up to the max, but talked about education
Preach how marijuana was the healin' to the nation
Tatted Bob Marley face to help me through all my phases
This livin' life sh*t is startin' to take a hold on me
Started out with verbalizin' poetry, murdalizin'
Any instrumental anybody tried to throw at me
And that's when hip-hop start to grow on me
You could say that I'm proud, 'cause I wasn't followin' crowds
I was stuntin' on all them n*ggas that was runnin' they mouth
Surpassed my expectations on anybody with doubts
Feedin' n*ggas the truth, why you n*ggas lookin' spoofed?
The beginnin' to gettin' what I deserve
'Cause in this life of sin, you only winnin' when it's earned
So n*ggas gettin' handouts is liable to burn
Yeah, you could shine now, but it's probably gon' die down
So when it quiet down for the day
And you broke, 'cause throwin' money seemed cooler than tryna save
n*gga, be a man, make a plan, be a better n*gga and
Try to find a way to make a way, keep it G

[Interlude: Logic]
A'ight, I see you, yeah
Maryland, what´s up?
Visionary Music Group, RattPack
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Logic]
I keep it real all the time like my crew, when I rhyme
Just a killer in his prime with that predator state of mind
I'm set to detonate, stack my bread and watch the paper escalate
Don't test my fate, Logic finna blow like Mary Kate
I play my role like Shakespeare, RattPack, ain't no fakes here
I conceal my talent like a 357
Ever since I was eleven I been a G, chillin' on the low-key
Incognito, manipulate the steel like Magneto
Smackin' suckers like mosquitoes, dispersin' verses like a free throw
I'm Michael, the king, you f*ckers is Tito
Versace frames with the green shades, I only see dough
Ballin' like a free throw, you know my steelo
I once was a prince with the vision of a king
Now I run the whole thing, not defined by the bling
Exterminatin' fakes like crooked jakes, killin' for high stakes
Guarantee that it's my fate to be remembered as one of the greats
No matter what it takes, boy, I'ma give it my all
Like Jordan when he ball, never stumble, never fall
Lyrical medicine, repeat the formula
Until I get it right like Edison
Now step into my mind as I calculate lyrics like Einstein
The way he manipulated numbers, I manipulate the rhymes
Like E=MC², nah
E = Eater of MCs, beware
Watch me shine in the darkness like a flare
Married to the game, I'm the heir to the throne you been watchin'
I know a lot of people lookin' at me
Like, "Who the hell this White boy reppin' VMG?"
Racially I'm no different from Cole or Young Drizzy
Just a half-breed born to succeed, now what you need?
Visionary, RattPack, Young Sinatra
[Verse 3: Angel Haze]
I am like magic, I am a classic
Puttin' heat to these b*tches like I'm ironin' fabric
Can't satisfy the appetite of a savage
So I'm eatin' 'til I'm at the top, openin' passage
Openin' passage always so drastic
I kill the sh*t and have them b*tches holdin' a casket
I am on point, b*tch, I'm verbally cactus
And it's my turn now like a rotatin' axis
Tell 'em I don't hold my tongue for no one
I'm a f*ckin' as*h*le, so forth, so on
And I rap circles round b*tches, I got 'em runnin' in relays
Had they jaw dropped in the same position for three days
I hear them hoes hatin', I got a proposition
Until you compose, you ain’t no competition
I put b*tches in a bag, be next
I'm comin' up like gag reflex
These b*tches on my sack, t-dip
I'm givin' out sneak previews, free clips
Y'all b*tches don't want the drama
I end your sentencin' like colon, comma
Call me misses, take the lead to these b*tches
On tracks like glue to the weave of these b*tches
I take 'em all in like I'm breathin' these b*tches
Then put a couple tricks up the sleeves of these b*tches
I'm killin', best believe I make 'em bleed and need stitches
I can't believe you really be believin' these b*tches
Damn, dead is how I'm leavin' these b*tches
Watch 'em all get sonned like I'm breedin' these b*tches