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Artiste : Logic
Titre : Stewie Griffin
"Logic taught me."
"So, uh... it´s been twenty-four hours. Got my money?"
"Oh... uh, you know what, just give me ´til next Friday. I´ll have it for you."

"Oh-oh, uh, that´s funny. I could´ve sworn I said ´have it today´?"
"Yeah... I don´t have it, sorry."
"Oh. Well alright then...
Yeah, that´s what happens man!"

[Logic]
I´m Stewie Griffin
And this game is Brian
Beatin´ the hell out of em´
Tryin´, to get this money
Check the statistics
The chances of me blowin´ up are far from realistic
Fuck it, I´ll risk it
To have a chance at fame, I´d never miss it
I know I´m gonna be famous cause my friends and family insisted

(laughs)
Been on the low, concealing my shit just like a biscuit
But it´s time to let off, set off, break this bread off
Bitches I´m comin´ and I ain´t finna pull out
All I do is get this money
Cut these records and cool out
My favorite night of the week to perform is Friday
But I kinda see it as Louis Vuitton day
Cause when I step up on the stage
I´m snatchin´ mics like Kanye
Too swift to book me for the night
That´s Andre
Three stacks, I do it big
Take no relax, I´m spittin´ the facts
Catch me in the booth, droppin´ tracks

Yeah they talkin´ bout me
Yeah, I know they talkin´ bout me
Yeah I know they talkin´ bout me but
Never face to face, they evade it
By rappers I´m hated
Because I´m fly, while they just levitated
As the hating escalated
My flow, it just elevated
Bitches I made it

[Logic]
Young jedi, all I do is stack bread
I Said I Be in the crib bumpin´ Red Hot Chili Peppers
This right here for all my city reppers
Fly talker, sky walker, get gritty reppers
Follow your dreams, this life ain´t what it seems
They used to tell me I´d never make it

Now my flow streams
Across the world, spit lyrics, let them unfurl
Poetic rhetoric my girl
Got my mind playin´ tricks on me
My eyes is closed, the ice is froze, I got it
Hip-hop was never dead, but it was fallin´
And I caught it
The way I process chips, you think my brain´s robotic
Fuckin´ with bitches overseas cos the pussy´s exotic
I went from switchin´ lanes in the rain
To switchin´ planes with dames
Poppin´ champagne, spittin´ game, and gettin´ brain

[Stewie Griffin]
"Don´t bring that trash in here. This is my house!"