Yeah, yeah
Hahaha
Ayy
Yeah, yeah
Hahaha
Ayy
[Chorus]
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
[Verse 1]
I'm a dad, this my life
This the type of shit I write
I was hungry in the basement, now that boy, he full of life
Smoking dope, high as a kite
Only when that babysitter at the crib, though
Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up in her rib though, ayy, yeah
(Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up in her rib though, yeah)
Cause back in my day it was food stamps
And I love my wife like I am Chance
I bet you'd rap about the shit me and him rap about
If you had ever made it out, but you ain't never had the chance
Uh, uh, circumstance
Uh, uh, way of life
Uh, uh, my decisions
Uh, uh, made 'em right
[Chorus]
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2]
I've upgraded while they waited, will they love it, will they hate it?
Who gives a fuck though?
Rappers praying they next, this shit is cutthroat
I'm livin' on another planet
My manic depression make me constantly wanna panic
I'm stressing on stage, pretendin' everybody undressing
I think I'll never learn my lesson, but fuck it all, it doesn't matter
Ayo, I'm on a lyrical, poetic rhetoric
Lyrical miracle, satirical shit
If you don't like my conscious rap, you won't like my material shit
Love him or hate him, everybody know Logic can spit
Used to be up to date on that rap political shit
But nowadays I'm up to my elbows
And every single inch of my body in my baby's shit
I could tell you more about diapers than modern rappers in cyphers
I used to be about the B-Rabbits and Mekhi Phifers
Hit the stage, grip the mic and murder you like a pro-lifer
But I'm done now, I got a son now
Fuck the rap game, I'm done now
[Chorus]
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
[Verse 3]
They say that that boy done changed
He don't rap about his everyday life, he ain't the same
Goddamn, already had a hard life once
Am I supposed to recreate it every album for you cunts? Okay
You want to hear about my everyday
I wake up, I wake my son up, then I feed him
And lead him into his car seat
Drive up the street down to Target
Don't do hard drugs or beat my wife
But the paparazzi still wanna start shit
I don't answer their questions, I leave 'em in the dark, bitch
Then I walk through the automatic doors
A couple fans spot me but, shit, I ain't on tour
I ain't trying to ignore her
But I head to aisle four 'cause my drawers stank as fuck
And I need some new drawers
Then I spot some more fans, stan hella hardcore (Can I have a picture?)
Asking for a pic and I say sure
Scratch my dick and shake his hand
Shaking uncontrollably, he tells me I'm the man
Now I'm headed to aisle three for some Bounty paper towels
I also grab some wet wipes to clean the shit from my bowels
A really hot girl walks by with a fat ass
But I'm just wondering if Hefty really holds the most trash
Forgot my card at home, thank God I brought some cash
Then I grab some Preparation H for the critics up my ass
Head to aisle five for some Sgt. Smash cereal
Is this want you wanted, everyday life material?
I'm not a kid anymore and be sure shit's boring
Made it out the basement, now my bank account soaring
Most exciting part of my life is probably touring
Don't get me wrong, I love fans in every single city
But hotels suck and the internet is shitty
I mean, why rap about everyday shit
When I could murder punch lines and sound dope like this?
[Chorus]
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
[Outro]
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
Bro, call me back
We couldn't get the fuckin' Super **** sample cleared again, so fuckin' annoying, bro
But honestly, I just say that we chop up the Toro y Moi joint
That we were gonna put on Ultra 85
And just like flip, fuckin' freak the shit outta that joint
I think it could be crazy
Call me back, I'ma chop it up on the MPC
Here I go
Da da
hahaha
Ayy
[Chorus]
Chillin 'sa ortaka u krevetac
Bumpin 'Pac Div, ovaj život živim, ti ne znaš o tome
Hit studiju sa No I.D.
Napravite par platine zapise u tu kučku a onda umoči se od ga
Na 101, moja supruga tekst mene
Talkin '' bout, "Moraš kući, hraniti vaš sin," djevojka, ne trip o tome
Šetnja u s umakom od jabuka i brokule
Malo Bobby, bolje jesti povrce, dečko, ne daj mi usne o tome
[Verse 1]
Ja sam otac, ovo moj život
Ovaj tip sranja pišem
Bio sam gladan u podrumu, sada taj dečko, on je pun života
Pušenje trave, visok kao zmaj
Tek kada to dadilja u krevetac, iako
Uzmi moje shorty na Nobu i iskopati joj rebra ipak, ayy, da
(Uzmi moje Shorty na Nobu i iskopati joj rebra ipak, da)
Jer u mojim danima bilo je bonove za hranu
I ja volim svoju ženu kao što sam ja sreću
Kladim se da bi repujem o meni seru i njega repujem o
Ako ste ikada napravili to, ali nisi nikad imao priliku
Uh, uh, okolnost
Uh, uh, način života
Uh, uh, moja odluka
Uh, uh, ih je napravio pravu
[Chorus]
Chillin 'sa ortaka u krevetac
Bumpin 'Pac Div, ovaj život živim, ti ne znaš o tome
Hit studiju sa No I.D.
Napravite par platine zapise u tu kučku a onda umoči se od ga
Na 101, moja supruga tekst mene
Talkin '' bout, "Moraš kući, hraniti vaš sin," djevojka, ne trip o tome
Šetnja u s umakom od jabuka i brokule
Malo Bobby, bolje jesti povrce, dečko, ne daj mi usne o tome (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2]
Sam nadograditi dok su čekali, da li će to vole, da li će ga mrze?
Koga je briga iako?
Reperi moli oni sljedeći, ovo sranje je koljač
Ja sam Livin 'na drugoj planeti
Moje manična depresija me stalno da paniku
Ja naglašavajući na sceni, pretvaram svi svlačenje
Mislim da nikada neću naučiti lekciju, ali jebi ga, to nije bitno
Ayo, ja sam na lirski, poetska retorika
Lirski čudo, satirični sranje
Ako vam se ne sviđa moja svestan rap, nećeš kao moj materijal govno
Volim ga ili ga mrze, svi znaju logika može ispljunuti
Koristi se biti do datuma na koji rap politicka govna
Ali danas sam do laktovima
I svaki centimetar moje tijelo u moja beba je sranje
Mogao bih da vam reći nešto više o pelena nego moderne repera u Cyphers
Ja sam bio u vezi sa B-Zečevi i Mekhi Phifers
Hit fazi, uhvatite mikrofon i ubiti ti kao profesionalac-doživotnoj
Ali sada sam uradio, imam sina sada
Jebeš rep igre, ja sam sada uradio
[Chorus]
Chillin 'sa ortaka u krevetac
Bumpin 'Pac Div, ovaj život živim, ti ne znaš o tome
Hit studiju sa No I.D.
Napravite par platine zapise u tu kučku a onda umoči se od ga
Na 101, moja supruga tekst mene
Talkin '' bout, "Moraš kući, hraniti vaš sin," djevojka, ne trip o tome
Šetnja u s umakom od jabuka i brokule
Malo Bobby, bolje jesti povrce, dečko, ne daj mi usne o tome
[Verse 3]
Kažu da je dječak učinio promijenjen
On ne repujem o svom svakodnevnom životu, on nije isto
Prokleta, već je imao težak život jednom
Ja treba da ga ponovo svaki album za tebe pizde? U redu
Želite čuti o mom svakodnevnom
Probudio sam se, probudim moj sin, onda sam ga hraniti
I odvede u svoj auto sedište
Vozite se ulicom do Target
Ne radi teških droga ili tukao moju ženu
Ali paparazzi ipak da počnem sranje
Ja ne odgovaram na njihova pitanja, ostavljam ih u mraku, kučko
Onda sam hodati kroz automatska vrata
A navijači par spot mene, ali, sranje, nije na turneji
Ja se ne pokušava da je ignoriše
Ali ja idu u prolazu četiri jer moje gaće zaudarala kao fuck
I treba mi neka nova ladicama
Onda sam uočiti još neki navijači, stan Hella hardcore (Mogu li dobiti sliku?)
Traži Slika i kažem siguran
Ogrebati moj kurac i tresti ruku
Trese nekontrolisano, on mi je rekao da sam ja čovjek
Sada sam na putu za prolaz tri za neke Bounty papirne ubruse
Takođe sam uzmem neke vlažne maramice za čišćenje sranja iz moje utrobe
A stvarno hot girl prođe sa debelo dupe
Ali ja sam samo pitao da li Hefty stvarno ima najviše smeća
Zaboravio sam karticu kod kuće, hvala Bogu da sam donio neke pare
Onda sam uzmem neke Priprema H kritičari u guzici
Glave do prolaz pet za neke Sgt. Smash žitarica
Je li ovo popis želiš, svakodnevni život materijal?
Nisam klinac više i budite sigurni sranje dosadno
Napravio ga u podrumu, sada je moj bankovni račun rastuće
Najuzbudljiviji dio mog života je vjerojatno touring
Nemojte me pogrešno shvatiti, volim navijače u svakom gradu
Ali hoteli sisati i internet je usrana
Mislim, zašto rap o svakodnevnim sranje
Kada bih mogao ubiti udarac linije i zvuk droga kao što je ovo?
[Chorus]
Chillin 'sa ortaka u krevetac
Bumpin 'Pac Div, ovaj život živim, ti ne znaš o tome
Hit studiju sa No I.D.
Napravite par platine zapise u tu kučku a onda umoči se od ga
Na 101, moja supruga tekst mene
Talkin '' bout, "Moraš kući, hraniti vaš sin," djevojka, ne trip o tome
Šetnja u s umakom od jabuka i brokule
Malo Bobby, bolje jesti povrce, dečko, ne daj mi usne o tome
[Outro]
Halo, niko nije na raspolaganju da se vaš poziv
Molim vas ostavite poruku nakon signala
Brate, javi mi se
Nismo mogli dobiti jebeno Super **** uzorak ponovo očisti, tako jebeno dosadan, brate
Ali iskreno, ja samo kažem da smo iseckam Toro y Moi zajednički
Da da ćemo staviti na Ultra 85
I baš kao flip, jebena nakaza govna iz koje zajednički
Mislim da bi mogao biti lud
Nazovi me, I'ma usitniti ga na MPC
Evo idem