Cosmic Demise
Candy Canes up in my brain
They complain we not the same
Turnin' fake, you switch the lane
I ain't rappin' for the fame
I don't show up at the game
Cause I'm grinding every day
Telling me to get the A
But I want to get, get paid
By the label
Paper on the table
Keeping it stable (uh)
I'm kinda grateful
Staple the paper
It is disabled
Blew up in April
Breakfast Bagel
None of the maple
Bitch I got no watch, or no Rolex, and no ice
And you see me at the top, and I show less, but I'm still nice
Never ever stop and it makes no sense, cause my eyes
Make your jaw drop, as the old debts see me outta sight
I ain't making 50k, 50k, 50k
Doing this a tricky way, he just mad we not the same
Imma get soo big, imma be a Milky Way
Stuck on me like sticky tape
Cause you had a shitty day
Imma keep going, going clockwise
Money in my pocket, pants with the Levi's
I tell them that I'm really good, but they always deny
I get kinda crazy, like its Cosmic Demise
Cosmic, Cosmic, It's my outfit
Sonic, Supersonic, I'm about it
Toxic, Toxic, yeah I found it
Logic got the logic, never doubt it
Yuh, 8-Bit, 8-Bit, 8-Bit
Yeah I'm famous, famous, famous
No one can contain us, contain us, contain us
But I go to Vegas, Cause I am the greatest
Going to the top, and I am so lyrical
Looking at me just like it's a miracle
And I wake up, and then I eat cereal
Noones like me cause I am so mythical
I'm so despicable, uh, uh
It is so difficult, uh, uh
I'm not a criminal, uh, uh
But I'm still visible, uh, uh
So inspirational, like a ted talk
I got the, I got the Gucci flip-flop
Gonna grind hard, and I will never stop
Closing my mouth, imma let the hand talk
Everybody saying, wow that's a lot
I know it is, and so does your Glock
And you say that you'll pull up on my block
But you don't shit, you live under a rock
I do the skrts, and ay's, and the brrs
You say im bad, but I'm fly as a bird
All these other rappers, wanna skrt skrt
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, you pop
Off a perc
Imma keep going, going clockwise
Money in my pocket, pants with the Levi's
I tell them that I'm really good, but they always deny
I get kinda crazy, like its Cosmic Demise
Cosmic, Cosmic, It's my outfit
Sonic, Supersonic, I'm about it
Toxic, Toxic, yeah I found it
Logic got the logic, never doubt it
They complain we not the same
Turnin' fake, you switch the lane
I ain't rappin' for the fame
I don't show up at the game
Cause I'm grinding every day
Telling me to get the A
But I want to get, get paid
By the label
Paper on the table
Keeping it stable (uh)
I'm kinda grateful
Staple the paper
It is disabled
Blew up in April
Breakfast Bagel
None of the maple
Bitch I got no watch, or no Rolex, and no ice
And you see me at the top, and I show less, but I'm still nice
Never ever stop and it makes no sense, cause my eyes
Make your jaw drop, as the old debts see me outta sight
I ain't making 50k, 50k, 50k
Doing this a tricky way, he just mad we not the same
Imma get soo big, imma be a Milky Way
Stuck on me like sticky tape
Cause you had a shitty day
Imma keep going, going clockwise
Money in my pocket, pants with the Levi's
I tell them that I'm really good, but they always deny
I get kinda crazy, like its Cosmic Demise
Cosmic, Cosmic, It's my outfit
Sonic, Supersonic, I'm about it
Toxic, Toxic, yeah I found it
Logic got the logic, never doubt it
Yuh, 8-Bit, 8-Bit, 8-Bit
Yeah I'm famous, famous, famous
No one can contain us, contain us, contain us
But I go to Vegas, Cause I am the greatest
Going to the top, and I am so lyrical
Looking at me just like it's a miracle
And I wake up, and then I eat cereal
Noones like me cause I am so mythical
I'm so despicable, uh, uh
It is so difficult, uh, uh
I'm not a criminal, uh, uh
But I'm still visible, uh, uh
So inspirational, like a ted talk
I got the, I got the Gucci flip-flop
Gonna grind hard, and I will never stop
Closing my mouth, imma let the hand talk
Everybody saying, wow that's a lot
I know it is, and so does your Glock
And you say that you'll pull up on my block
But you don't shit, you live under a rock
I do the skrts, and ay's, and the brrs
You say im bad, but I'm fly as a bird
All these other rappers, wanna skrt skrt
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, you pop
Off a perc
Imma keep going, going clockwise
Money in my pocket, pants with the Levi's
I tell them that I'm really good, but they always deny
I get kinda crazy, like its Cosmic Demise
Cosmic, Cosmic, It's my outfit
Sonic, Supersonic, I'm about it
Toxic, Toxic, yeah I found it
Logic got the logic, never doubt it
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Writer(s): Phillip Kravtsov
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