Logic Maybach Music is available for you to enjoy below.
American legendary rapper, Logic is back to the music scene with another new and impressive masterpiece he tagged “Mayback Music“.
The song which serves as his first entry for the year came after the success of his previously heard number.
Listen and download the song below…
Logic – Maybach Music Lyrics
[Intro]
M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music
Yeah-yeah-yeah
What’s up y’all? It’s Logic, uh
Check-check-check, check-check-check-check
6ix on the motherfuckin’ beat
6ix on the whole album like shit boy
John like ”Go ‘head mo”, I’m from MoCo Maryland
Yeah, aight, we finna get it like this, here we go
301, stand up
Work a job five days ’til your body’s on the weekend
And only get 48 hours to daze off
What you know ’bout that shit?
Yo, yo, ayo
[Verse]
If I had a, had a penny for my thoughts, then I’d be Elon Musk
Rappin’ from dawn ’til dusk, you know in Dilla we trust
The hits never went to my head, I was never concussed
Givin’ no fucks, bumpin’ Busta Gеnesis
Waitin’ for the first of the month and all of its bеnefits
Life been a bitch, chillin’ with Mad Eleven, tryna get richer
Rather get richer, fuck the paper talkin’, bigger picture
Comin’ to get ya, now let me hit ya wit’ that throwback
The illest memories, PS3 when grenades was gettin’ thrown back
Modern Warfare 2 at the favela
Was my escape when I wasn’t scrubbin’ floors like Cinderella
No glass slipper, pass me the mic, I go Jack The Ripper
I’m sicker than COVID-20, fuck all the money
I’m doin’ it how I’ve been doin’ it, ain’t nobody takin’ it from me
I grew up five hundred and fifteen miles from Seven Mile
But this beat got me feelin’ slummy, dummy, ayo
I never passed 10th grade but I still get the rent paid
You fake, I be real like Cypress Hill, word to Muggs
You fake motherfucker, I can see through you
My game’s strong, you weak like five plus two
Bust through the door then rush through
Gettin’ this bread ’cause the people fuck wit’ it
Your whole shit’s stale, wouldn’t feed ducks wit’ it
I make firm decisions like a legend stater
My briefcase’ll turn your leather, my loafers is alligator
My bank account is greater but number, them numbers define me
Fuck rap, put it behind me, don’t try me, y’all too grimy
Smokin’ zigs after dark, call it Nic At Night
Spark the blunt, watch the Bic ignite, fuck your life
Think you could body me, bitch?
You couldn’t even limb me, I’m smokin’ dope like a chimney
Cordae
[Outro]
6ix and Logic is 9
Flow is so divine, fuck wit’ us y’all, mhm
M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music
Hahahahaha, hehe
In the fuckin’ Maybach, bruh
And then it ends right there to the next track
