Young Jedi Lyrics
| Song | Young Jedi |
| Artist | Logic |
| Album | Welcome To Forever |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Verse 1: Logic] | |
| Back again like I never left | |
| Young Sinatra, that's to the death | |
| We turnt up 'til we go deaf | |
| Rep RattPack 'til my last breath | |
| I cut records like Kid Cudi | |
| Day and night, that's all the time | |
| From the underground to the mainstream | |
| My same team get all the *************ne | |
| They wanted beef, but I never knew | |
| I just keep the peace and get revenue | |
| Stay true they never do | |
| Cut all ties, I'll sever you | |
| These rappers like women, how soft they appear | |
| We keepin' it real but they flow is irregular | |
| Grab the mic and I murder on the regular | |
| While these ******* hit me up on my cellular | |
| I can't take the time that I take to rhyme | |
| I just bull*************t, man, that blow my mind | |
| I'm 23 like MJ | |
| That's no rest like overtime | |
| Writing rhymes on the tour bus | |
| We stay real to the core of us | |
| They talk *************t 'bout RattPack | |
| But every day, man, there's more of us | |
| That money come and that money go | |
| But this music *************t, man, that's all I know | |
| I been broke and I got paid | |
| Like a Goodfella that got made | |
| I'm draped up and I'm dripped out | |
| Went to school, got kicked out | |
| Told my mama, she flipped out | |
| Said "************* it all" and I dipped out | |
| But I'm back though, whole time | |
| ************* *******, I just rhyme | |
| Brand new state of mind | |
| My lifestyle is so divine | |
| 'Cause I've lived and I've learned | |
| Now I hustle and earn | |
| 'Cause once you in the limelight, everybody concerned | |
| Wish our wellbeing, and if you feel okay | |
| *************, you wasn't here a year ago | |
| Why is you here today? | |
| I've got professor paper, your money need an extension | |
| I'm sellin' success, save up and pay attention | |
| Money can't buy happiness, but that *************t can support it | |
| 'Cause what's a family of five if you can't even afford it? | |
| [Verse 2: Dizzy] | |
| Feelin' good, feelin' great... | |
| Feelin' like a XXL Freshman on your ************* ass, *************... | |
| Creepin' on the come-up with my ************* Logic | |
| Time to get it poppin' | |
| Got your city watching, hit the stage, them ******* poppin' | |
| What it do? Bruh, I ************* with you | |
| Don't let these haters knock ya | |
| Keep it gangsta, keep it, keep it G | |
| Don't keep them lames around | |
| And ************* the world, ************* the, ************* the world | |
| Y'all gon' feel my passion (pass the blunt) | |
| I'm a create that *************t that's ******' everlasting | |
| And I'm overboard with the tactics | |
| Walk out the house and I ain't even matching | |
| But I'm stuntin' 'cause I'm the coolest and the youngest | |
| I told 'em I was a threat – they scared of what's next | |
| I'm Christoper Dorner in effect if you speakin' down on my name | |
| Walkin' down this road, I'm the only one in my lane | |
| And my fingers gettin' itchy, that's that money comin' to get me | |
| Mr. Wright, Mr. Dizzy Wright, Vegas ************* *************t (makin' noise) | |
| Wait a minute, ain't them *************s on the list? | |
| Makin' moves, making super moves, who the ************* is you? | |
| ************* what? *************, *************, what? Them *************s the truth | |
| It's an honour to be a part of the heart, the young Sinatra | |
| You ain't gotta smoke ******, we gon' celebrate with this vodka | |
| Grindin' for some time, and I'm hella straight with the dollars | |
| So if you call me, and you need me, then I've got ya | |
| Don't talk about being the realest, *************s gon' feel us regardless | |
| We gotta keep on killin' – I've got the mind of Martian | |
| I'm spaced out... somewhere in a world where I've never been | |
| Livin' out my dreams and I'm still tryna settle in | |
| See, it's amazing – studio sessions, beautiful blessings | |
| I'm faded, usually quiet, but I've got this message | |
| So I speak it like I know it | |
| Got my shot, I took it and I didn't ******' blow it | |
| Now everything is in motion | |
| Callin' out my homies who understand what it means | |
| To get off your ass, get on your grind and follow your dreams | |
| Makin' it a fact to be great at what you achieve | |
| If I leave, would you follow with an ease? | |
| [Verse 3: Logic] | |
| Open your mind – elevate to the level of this rhyme | |
| Keep it G to the dime, many seek, never find | |
| Never knowing when I'm flowing, feeling heroic, never ask | |
| Chillin' with your *************, I can't help but grab up on that ass | |
| Swervin' at 120 while she's rolling ****** on the dash | |
| Many never follow their dreams, but follow the cash | |
| And this is the reason the Reaper is comin' for they ass | |
| Top dollar, money, *******, Impalas | |
| ************* it all, let me holler | |
| And show you how we do it where I come from | |
| We gettin' money for the long term, not just no lump sum | |
| How you feeling? Make a killing, ******* higher than the ceiling | |
| I'm Goku, you *******s is Crimin' with the spirit bomb | |
| ************* around, throw your body on the lawn | |
| Right in front of your mom, mother*******s, I'm gone | |
| RattPack... |
| Verse 1: Logic | |
| Back again like I never left | |
| Young Sinatra, that' s to the death | |
| We turnt up ' til we go deaf | |
| Rep RattPack ' til my last breath | |
| I cut records like Kid Cudi | |
| Day and night, that' s all the time | |
| From the underground to the mainstream | |
| My same team get all the ne | |
| They wanted beef, but I never knew | |
| I just keep the peace and get revenue | |
| Stay true they never do | |
| Cut all ties, I' ll sever you | |
| These rappers like women, how soft they appear | |
| We keepin' it real but they flow is irregular | |
| Grab the mic and I murder on the regular | |
| While these hit me up on my cellular | |
| I can' t take the time that I take to rhyme | |
| I just bull t, man, that blow my mind | |
| I' m 23 like MJ | |
| That' s no rest like overtime | |
| Writing rhymes on the tour bus | |
| We stay real to the core of us | |
| They talk t ' bout RattPack | |
| But every day, man, there' s more of us | |
| That money come and that money go | |
| But this music t, man, that' s all I know | |
| I been broke and I got paid | |
| Like a Goodfella that got made | |
| I' m draped up and I' m dripped out | |
| Went to school, got kicked out | |
| Told my mama, she flipped out | |
| Said " it all" and I dipped out | |
| But I' m back though, whole time | |
| , I just rhyme | |
| Brand new state of mind | |
| My lifestyle is so divine | |
| ' Cause I' ve lived and I' ve learned | |
| Now I hustle and earn | |
| ' Cause once you in the limelight, everybody concerned | |
| Wish our wellbeing, and if you feel okay | |
| , you wasn' t here a year ago | |
| Why is you here today? | |
| I' ve got professor paper, your money need an extension | |
| I' m sellin' success, save up and pay attention | |
| Money can' t buy happiness, but that t can support it | |
| ' Cause what' s a family of five if you can' t even afford it? | |
| Verse 2: Dizzy | |
| Feelin' good, feelin' great... | |
| Feelin' like a XXL Freshman on your ass, ... | |
| Creepin' on the comeup with my Logic | |
| Time to get it poppin' | |
| Got your city watching, hit the stage, them poppin' | |
| What it do? Bruh, I with you | |
| Don' t let these haters knock ya | |
| Keep it gangsta, keep it, keep it G | |
| Don' t keep them lames around | |
| And the world, the, the world | |
| Y' all gon' feel my passion pass the blunt | |
| I' m a create that t that' s ' everlasting | |
| And I' m overboard with the tactics | |
| Walk out the house and I ain' t even matching | |
| But I' m stuntin' ' cause I' m the coolest and the youngest | |
| I told ' em I was a threat they scared of what' s next | |
| I' m Christoper Dorner in effect if you speakin' down on my name | |
| Walkin' down this road, I' m the only one in my lane | |
| And my fingers gettin' itchy, that' s that money comin' to get me | |
| Mr. Wright, Mr. Dizzy Wright, Vegas t makin' noise | |
| Wait a minute, ain' t them s on the list? | |
| Makin' moves, making super moves, who the is you? | |
| what? , , what? Them s the truth | |
| It' s an honour to be a part of the heart, the young Sinatra | |
| You ain' t gotta smoke , we gon' celebrate with this vodka | |
| Grindin' for some time, and I' m hella straight with the dollars | |
| So if you call me, and you need me, then I' ve got ya | |
| Don' t talk about being the realest, s gon' feel us regardless | |
| We gotta keep on killin' I' ve got the mind of Martian | |
| I' m spaced out... somewhere in a world where I' ve never been | |
| Livin' out my dreams and I' m still tryna settle in | |
| See, it' s amazing studio sessions, beautiful blessings | |
| I' m faded, usually quiet, but I' ve got this message | |
| So I speak it like I know it | |
| Got my shot, I took it and I didn' t ' blow it | |
| Now everything is in motion | |
| Callin' out my homies who understand what it means | |
| To get off your ass, get on your grind and follow your dreams | |
| Makin' it a fact to be great at what you achieve | |
| If I leave, would you follow with an ease? | |
| Verse 3: Logic | |
| Open your mind elevate to the level of this rhyme | |
| Keep it G to the dime, many seek, never find | |
| Never knowing when I' m flowing, feeling heroic, never ask | |
| Chillin' with your , I can' t help but grab up on that ass | |
| Swervin' at 120 while she' s rolling on the dash | |
| Many never follow their dreams, but follow the cash | |
| And this is the reason the Reaper is comin' for they ass | |
| Top dollar, money, , Impalas | |
| it all, let me holler | |
| And show you how we do it where I come from | |
| We gettin' money for the long term, not just no lump sum | |
| How you feeling? Make a killing, higher than the ceiling | |
| I' m Goku, you s is Crimin' with the spirit bomb | |
| around, throw your body on the lawn | |
| Right in front of your mom, mother s, I' m gone | |
| RattPack... |
| Verse 1: Logic | |
| Back again like I never left | |
| Young Sinatra, that' s to the death | |
| We turnt up ' til we go deaf | |
| Rep RattPack ' til my last breath | |
| I cut records like Kid Cudi | |
| Day and night, that' s all the time | |
| From the underground to the mainstream | |
| My same team get all the ne | |
| They wanted beef, but I never knew | |
| I just keep the peace and get revenue | |
| Stay true they never do | |
| Cut all ties, I' ll sever you | |
| These rappers like women, how soft they appear | |
| We keepin' it real but they flow is irregular | |
| Grab the mic and I murder on the regular | |
| While these hit me up on my cellular | |
| I can' t take the time that I take to rhyme | |
| I just bull t, man, that blow my mind | |
| I' m 23 like MJ | |
| That' s no rest like overtime | |
| Writing rhymes on the tour bus | |
| We stay real to the core of us | |
| They talk t ' bout RattPack | |
| But every day, man, there' s more of us | |
| That money come and that money go | |
| But this music t, man, that' s all I know | |
| I been broke and I got paid | |
| Like a Goodfella that got made | |
| I' m draped up and I' m dripped out | |
| Went to school, got kicked out | |
| Told my mama, she flipped out | |
| Said " it all" and I dipped out | |
| But I' m back though, whole time | |
| , I just rhyme | |
| Brand new state of mind | |
| My lifestyle is so divine | |
| ' Cause I' ve lived and I' ve learned | |
| Now I hustle and earn | |
| ' Cause once you in the limelight, everybody concerned | |
| Wish our wellbeing, and if you feel okay | |
| , you wasn' t here a year ago | |
| Why is you here today? | |
| I' ve got professor paper, your money need an extension | |
| I' m sellin' success, save up and pay attention | |
| Money can' t buy happiness, but that t can support it | |
| ' Cause what' s a family of five if you can' t even afford it? | |
| Verse 2: Dizzy | |
| Feelin' good, feelin' great... | |
| Feelin' like a XXL Freshman on your ass, ... | |
| Creepin' on the comeup with my Logic | |
| Time to get it poppin' | |
| Got your city watching, hit the stage, them poppin' | |
| What it do? Bruh, I with you | |
| Don' t let these haters knock ya | |
| Keep it gangsta, keep it, keep it G | |
| Don' t keep them lames around | |
| And the world, the, the world | |
| Y' all gon' feel my passion pass the blunt | |
| I' m a create that t that' s ' everlasting | |
| And I' m overboard with the tactics | |
| Walk out the house and I ain' t even matching | |
| But I' m stuntin' ' cause I' m the coolest and the youngest | |
| I told ' em I was a threat they scared of what' s next | |
| I' m Christoper Dorner in effect if you speakin' down on my name | |
| Walkin' down this road, I' m the only one in my lane | |
| And my fingers gettin' itchy, that' s that money comin' to get me | |
| Mr. Wright, Mr. Dizzy Wright, Vegas t makin' noise | |
| Wait a minute, ain' t them s on the list? | |
| Makin' moves, making super moves, who the is you? | |
| what? , , what? Them s the truth | |
| It' s an honour to be a part of the heart, the young Sinatra | |
| You ain' t gotta smoke , we gon' celebrate with this vodka | |
| Grindin' for some time, and I' m hella straight with the dollars | |
| So if you call me, and you need me, then I' ve got ya | |
| Don' t talk about being the realest, s gon' feel us regardless | |
| We gotta keep on killin' I' ve got the mind of Martian | |
| I' m spaced out... somewhere in a world where I' ve never been | |
| Livin' out my dreams and I' m still tryna settle in | |
| See, it' s amazing studio sessions, beautiful blessings | |
| I' m faded, usually quiet, but I' ve got this message | |
| So I speak it like I know it | |
| Got my shot, I took it and I didn' t ' blow it | |
| Now everything is in motion | |
| Callin' out my homies who understand what it means | |
| To get off your ass, get on your grind and follow your dreams | |
| Makin' it a fact to be great at what you achieve | |
| If I leave, would you follow with an ease? | |
| Verse 3: Logic | |
| Open your mind elevate to the level of this rhyme | |
| Keep it G to the dime, many seek, never find | |
| Never knowing when I' m flowing, feeling heroic, never ask | |
| Chillin' with your , I can' t help but grab up on that ass | |
| Swervin' at 120 while she' s rolling on the dash | |
| Many never follow their dreams, but follow the cash | |
| And this is the reason the Reaper is comin' for they ass | |
| Top dollar, money, , Impalas | |
| it all, let me holler | |
| And show you how we do it where I come from | |
| We gettin' money for the long term, not just no lump sum | |
| How you feeling? Make a killing, higher than the ceiling | |
| I' m Goku, you s is Crimin' with the spirit bomb | |
| around, throw your body on the lawn | |
| Right in front of your mom, mother s, I' m gone | |
| RattPack... |
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