I swear Logic makes music to be slowed down and add reverb.
@leek12i2 жыл бұрын
deadass
@mwe84147 ай бұрын
had this on repeat for the last 2 days
@slackstarfish81333 жыл бұрын
The chords hit harder when they’re slowed. Gives you more time to hear the frequencies
@mrbooofy98104 жыл бұрын
Yessssirrrr you just saved my smoke sesh 😂💯
@cloutdemonv24143 жыл бұрын
If wanna have good sesh hear get high by logic
@anthonygreen87424 ай бұрын
Logic is a genious
@gogoremakes45674 жыл бұрын
This beat goes hard
@daecoldhearted._43434 жыл бұрын
came in clutch real quick 💯⛽️
@slackstarfish81334 жыл бұрын
This song has grown on me a lot. Honestly think it’s better slowed too
@diggityskillet3 жыл бұрын
I was just here pooping and came across this. Now I don't wanna leave the restroom so I can keep listening.
@midwestgrain2 жыл бұрын
Me rn
@StunnafulPhotography4 жыл бұрын
Diggin this version more than the regular speed! 💯
@dreamingofnaomi2 жыл бұрын
*Stay at home parent vibes!* 🔥🔥🔥👩👧👧👨👦👦👩🏻🍼👨🏻🍼
@turiace3 жыл бұрын
We need a 1 hour version of this ong
@stanstrum4 жыл бұрын
love this
@Sethglover994 жыл бұрын
Damn you real quick
@v.e20354 жыл бұрын
Ooo, real quick
@DJIotaFrat19634 жыл бұрын
Damn this is cold!
@zennydez73014 жыл бұрын
Yeah, yeah Hahaha Ayy 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 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 her rib though, ayy, yeah (Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up 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 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) Operated 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 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 They say that that boy done changed He don't rap about his everyday life, he ain't the same Goddamn, I already had a hard life once Am I supposed to recreate it every album for you cunts? Okay You wanna hear about my everyday I wake up, I wake my son up, then I feed him And lead him into his carseat 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? 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 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
@robbinhatchett41794 жыл бұрын
Everything sounds better when it's Slowed down!!
@urielgomez456911 ай бұрын
Temazo
@lucasawill3 жыл бұрын
Someone gotta make a vid edit with this sound
@hipyhippo38294 жыл бұрын
bruh how was this uploaded on the 23rd
@Makavelii-yf3sg2 жыл бұрын
is this copyright?
@TheDavid321504 жыл бұрын
*chopped and screwed
@TheDavid321504 жыл бұрын
@ski mask same concept though it's slowed down and edited