Logic ft. Pusha T – Wrist Lyrics

(Chorus – Logic)
Yeah I’ve been killing this s**t
Yeah I’ve been hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I’ve been flicking that wrist
Yeah I’ve been cooking that s**t, now they f**king with this
Yeah I’ve been killing this s**t
Yeah I’ve been hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I’ve been flicking that wrist
Yeah I’ve been cooking that s**t, now they f**king with this
Yeah I’ve been, yeah I’ve been killing this, killing this s**t
Yeah I’ve been flicking that, flicking that wrist
Yeah I’ve been killing this, cooking that
Killing this, flicking that wrist
Yeah I’ve killing this s**t
Yeah I’ve hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah I’ve flicking that wrist
Yeah I’ve cooking that s**t, now they f**king with this

(Verse 1 – Logic)
Let me tell you bout the young man
Matter of fact, I’ma let Push tell that
Tell you bout the old man
Had a change of heart and then fell back
Old man lived a long life
Walked around with a long knife
You ain’t cut the white like Jesus
That Colombiana, that’s me and models like, YUGH
Look at the flick of that wrist
I’m feeling like Leonardo
Let me paint a picture, I might need a bottle
On the road to success like I feel the throttle
That Michaelangelo, hundreds in the envelope
Tight sh*t when I write s**t
And that old man had a change of heart
Wrist, they knew it back from the start like goddamn
Looked around, seen his wife on the ground
Military bussing bullets all over the whole compound
Soon as he seen it, I swear it, I mean it, my members go quicker than vamanos
He dead, she dead, he in jail
Everyone falling like dominoes

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Pusha T)
Clockwise, counterclockwise
Realest ni**a in the top five
Other four ain’t rap ni**as
I’m just repping for the blow side
Yeah, that’s coastlines
Panama for the boat rides
Worth billions, and we ain’t even need Showtime
Just money counters and kitchenwear
Condo with a b*tch in there
Two scales and baggies, we got rich in there, woo!
The Rollie’s been the trophy
Since Hawaiian Sophie
Curry over Kobe, we shooting ni**as
Splash brothers with the
Add in baking soda
Goodfellas to my ni**as
Already owed us
Shades of blue, I aim at you
Let the sky fall, let it rain on you

(Repeat Chorus)

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