วีดีโอ

GOAT just booked my first show in baltimore maryland at 19 This shi inspirational man my older bro put me on when i was like 14

Can I use this 💯

Frog song

The coolest and biggest flex

Me suis perdu sur ytb.....mais le son est cool

Yessir 💥💥💥💥💥💯

I went through a lot during fade away in 2015, I was at my darkest time….Logic, Thank You. My best friend at the time showed me you, I wish me and him were still friends but you know how Life goes..

Count On Money For Fun, She Chewing On The Dick Like It's Sum Bubblegum, Last Song Wasn't Dissin Cole But He Had A Choice, He A Rapper He Got A Voice, Point Is Don't Take Back What U Said, Need A Girl 2 Twerk On Me Like Sexxy Redd, Grew Up Around Gang Shit, Sum Shit U Lames Can't Hang With, Lil Mama Look Cute Even When She Smoke, Don't Talk 2 Her If U Broke, Da Club She Fuck It Up, If Her Man Wan't Smoke Well He Better Get Ready 2 Puff It Up,(KKRAZZY!!)-HU$TLEMANIA

hope you do the whole song :)

god tier

give the laptop back to your uncle 🗣😮‍💨🔥

hell yea, well done

Fade Away got me hooked on Logic when I was going through a dark period. Fast forward nine years, I'm engaged, got a great job, about to buy a home. Thank you Logic for inspiring so many! 🚀🙌

The song is goes hard 🔥🔥

Thank you…

Very subtle but highly effective beat switch. Probably the best beats which of all time. It doesn't just sound like two completely different songs glued together like we do beat switches nowadays for some reason

@calualu #music

Nina Kanye draft punk

Why does it load the actual song to my playlist I just want the instrumental 😡😡

Get this guy to 1k subs right f ing now

What you here when you beat the game of life

How did you get this so early?? It says this was a year ago

POMONA 🍔

We get higher and higher Crazy blue like St. Elmo's fire Love's so sharp and flat That it's hard to know just where you're at We get higher and higher Crazy blue like St. Elmo's fire Love's so sharp and flat That it's hard to know just where you're at From the back to the front door Dealers on the Southside sellin' on their front door Little bit of weed, little bit of crack, whatever you need While I'm sellin' out shows in the ice-cold Shout out to the homies in the front row with the blunt rolled That waited for hours in the snow just to see me flow So you know I gotta stay after the show 'Cause if Chi-Town show love, I'ma show love Outside, no gloves in the wintertime 'Cause I'm hungry like dinnertime Stayin' for every single one of my fans Autographs 'til I couldn't feel my hands Just a man with a plan, but you wouldn't understand I get high by the notes, you get high by the gram While you smoke to this Reminisce when I wrote to this Up-and-comers take note to this We get it done on tour, waking up before the sundown Lake Shore Drive shooting videos On the block getting spotted by them city hoes (hey!) I know I never had to wonder if it's love or not Shout-out to the homies up at Juggernaut For keeping a motherfucker fresh, hell yes No contest when it comes to gear in the city they be the best Love my girls outgoing in my City, Chi But it's MD 'til the day I die We get high, oh so high, that my mind is in the sky Shorties love it when I rub it 'cause I never leave 'em dry We get high, oh so high, that's what they say in the Chi I get high, you get high 'cause I'm the one that supply We get high, oh so high, that my mind is in the sky Shorties love it when I rub it 'cause I never leave 'em dry We get high, oh so high, that's what they say in the Chi I get high, you get high 'cause I'm the one that supply We get higher and higher Crazy blue like St. Elmo's fire Love's so sharp and flat That it's hard to know just where you're at Shout-out to the Bobby Soxer girls that just love the flow Chillin' out late night with the weed, lit blunt split and the paper rolled RattPack smoking loud pack, yeah, they 'bout that Haters talking shit, I never doubt that With the GPS flow, we re-route that Road to riches we be 'bout that Getting money like Oprah Fryin' motherfuckers like Okra Put your L up if you be a smoker Full-time toker Everything I got that's what I'm given, no division 'til it's over Sleeping on the Young Sinatra like a sedative Now they on a brother's dick, so repetitive And they wonder why (and they wonder why) And they wonder why We get high, oh so high, that my mind is in the sky Shorties love it when I rub it 'cause I never leave 'em dry We get high, oh so high, that's what they say in the Chi I get high, you get high 'cause I'm the one that supply We get high, oh so high, that my mind is in the sky Shorties love it when I rub it 'cause I never leave 'em dry We get high, oh so high, that's what they say in the Chi I get high, you get high 'cause I'm the one that supply We get higher and higher Crazy blue like St. Elmo's fire Love's so sharp and flat That it's hard to know just where you're at We get higher and higher Crazy blue like St. Elmo's fire Love's so sharp and flat That it's hard to know just where you're at We get higher and higher (Logic) get higher and higher Crazy blue like St. Elmo's fire Love's so sharp and flat That it's hard to know just where you're at We get higher and higher Crazy blue like St. Elmo's fire Love's so sharp and flat That it's hard to know just where you're at From the back to the front door Dealers on the Southside sellin' on their front door Little bit of weed, little bit of crack, whatever you need While I'm sellin' out shows in the ice-cold Shout out to the homies in the front row with the blunt rolled That waited for hours in the snow just to see me flow So you know I gotta stay after the show 'Cause if Chi-Town show love, I'ma show love Outside, no gloves in the wintertime 'Cause I'm hungry like dinnertime Stayin' for every single one of my fans Autographs 'til I couldn't feel my hands Just a man with a plan, but you wouldn't understand I get high by the notes, you get high by the gram While you smoke to this Reminisce when I wrote to this Up-and-comers take note to this We get it done on tour, waking up before the sundown Lake Shore Drive shooting videos On the block getting spotted by them city hoes (hey!) I know I never had to wonder if it's love or not Shout-out to the homies up at Juggernaut For keeping a motherfucker fresh, hell yes No contest when it comes to gear in the city they be the best Love my girls outgoing in my City, Chi But it's MD 'til the day I die We get high, oh so high, that my mind is in the sky Shorties love it when I rub it 'cause I never leave 'em dry We get high, oh so high, that's what they say in the Chi I get high, you get high 'cause I'm the one that supply We get high, oh so high, that my mind is in the sky Shorties love it when I rub it 'cause I never leave 'em dry We get high, oh so high, that's what they say in the Chi I get high, you get high 'cause I'm the one that supply We get higher and higher Crazy blue like St. Elmo's fire Love's so sharp and flat That it's hard to know just where you're at Shout-out to the Bobby Soxer girls that just love the flow Chillin' out late night with the weed, lit blunt split and the paper rolled RattPack smoking loud pack, yeah, they 'bout that Haters talking shit, I never doubt that With the GPS flow, we re-route that Road to riches we be 'bout that Getting money like Oprah Fryin' motherfuckers like Okra Put your L up if you be a smoker Full-time toker Everything I got that's what I'm given, no division 'til it's over Sleeping on the Young Sinatra like a sedative Now they on a brother's dick, so repetitive And they wonder why (and they wonder why) And they wonder why We get high, oh so high, that my mind is in the sky Shorties love it when I rub it 'cause I never leave 'em dry We get high, oh so high, that's what they say in the Chi I get high, you get high 'cause I'm the one that supply We get high, oh so high, that my mind is in the sky Shorties love it when I rub it 'cause I never leave 'em dry We get high, oh so high, that's what they say in the Chi I get high, you get high 'cause I'm the one that supply We get higher and higher Crazy blue like St. Elmo's fire Love's so sharp and flat That it's hard to know just where you're at We get higher and higher Crazy blue like St. Elmo's fire Love's so sharp and flat That it's hard to know just where you're at We get higher and higher (Logic)

Vroom vroom

This beat hits hard Lovin it❤

Shit drop and its fucking 🔥🔥🔥

You should do rap man by logic that !! Song is fire

(Intro) (L) 24s (Verse 1) Im riding in a foreign, its boring. Scoring on the court like im michael jordan. Im pouring until im torn. im Toring Im toring until the tore ends. I walked in, tore the door in. Shot it up. Got out, and now im flooring. I hear shots in the back. I guess they're filming porn at an undisclosed area in a college dorm. Im sure. I heard all of this before. At the age of 4 Through 9, I remember my mom getting down with around 40 Guys. It looked like they all had 40 9's. They was around the age of 46 and 49. One played for the 9ners. Another one worked at 5 guys. The other 38 only had 9 lives on the street. Almost had them beat. They was playing with the wrong cats in the street. Cats that had 9 40 buck shots for all there shortys. Then things almost got gory for the 40's. but thats for another time, another story. It hard was growing up, In a house hold where no one gave a fuck. The glory in this story is most surely delivered in a form of importancy And importantly, You hear the sencerity in my trachea. I always feard that i wasnt good enough. But latley though, ive been feeling like im in one of the twilight shows. But that then shows no amount of money can make you feel at home, within. because we all trip but it is up to you to tie your shoe laces. or then face your face in the concrete or 6ft under the pavement. Or get pulled over and hear "excuse me, i need your liscence and registration. Because you decided you'll drink 2 ounces of wine and get high to get rid all the truama out of your life. But that aint work. So you look for other methods to see if they'll make it right. But you still dont get it right. So you just hope that you dont see that light. And that bright light that reminds you that everything is finite. But i just want to remind you that we all have struggles. We all have struggles.

any bass tabs pls?

Love this beats

🔥🔥

how do you that?

Fire dawg 🔥

Nice song bro 🤙🏻 More songs like this

Always been one of my favorites 😩😩 such a beautiful beat

Music shows relationships fame Happiness music fortune Staying humble music fans grinding shows Music touring money faith music god fear Bills friends enemies family music Uh ayy Yeah are you ready? Logic Step into the mind of a young man And if you don't then I Don't really give a damn All I wanna do is make you understand But if you don't wanna listen I guess You ain't a part of the plan Sorry if I digress All I ever wanted was to be the best Through lyricism that put your Mind to the test Stayin' up, late night, no rest Feelin' bulletproof, no vest, but I confess My mind's a mess Living in a world of stress I digest But I gotta keep grinding 'Cause everyday success what I'm finding And I don't give a damn if you hate on me 'Cause when I blow what you gon' say homie? Heh, not a goddamn thing But that's enough of that I'ma let my home girl sing Knocked down, round for round You're feeling like you're shot Down on the ground When will the fantasy end? (yeah) When will the heaven begin? (yeah) You might be knocked down, round for round You're feeling like you're shot Down on the ground When will the fantasy end? (yeah) When will the heaven begin? (yeah) All I think about is music Don't get me wrong I think About other things but this is how I fuse it So the whole wide world can use it When you feel like you just might lose it Take a breath, homie, don't confuse it Take a step in the mind of Logic As long as you don't abuse it So let me break it down for the whole world Like I broke it down for my old girl I can't deal with your bullshit No more, gotta let it go, let it unfurl 'Cause I remember the time When I was living sublime Wanted to make a living off of my rhymes But the whole world told me never mind I'm a star, how could I not shine? Knocked down, round for round You're feeling like you're shot Down on the ground When will the fantasy end? (yeah) When will the heaven begin? (yeah) You might be knocked down, round for round You're feeling like you're shot Down on the ground When will the fantasy end? (yeah) When will the heaven begin? (yeah) I just wanna take it to another level That I never even been on so I can sit on Every single piece of paper that I put a pen on And when I been on for like ten years I'ma do it better than anybody before me So the whole wide world will adore me Ain't no need to assure me And if you wonder why I'm rapping so fast It's 'cause I gotta lot of things on my mind That wanna come out at the same time In other words I'm racin' I used to pursue my dreams But now they're reality and That's what I'm chasin' Why are we on this Earth? Why must we feel pain? Why does everybody feel the need To judge one another when we're all the same? Knocked down, round for round You're feeling like you're shot Down on the ground When will the fantasy end? (yeah) When will the heaven begin? (yeah) You might be knocked down, round for round You're feeling like you're shot Down on the ground When will the fantasy end? (yeah) When will the heaven begin? (yeah)

Thank you for posting this bro!

I wish he rapped over just the beginning beat dude :/

What’s the future song with this beat at the end?

Ong i love this beat i hate that he really just cut it off and not drop a fire verse

[Chorus] 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 UMI 'Wherever u r' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Verse 1] 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 in her rib though, ayy, yeah (Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up in 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 [Chorus] 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) [Verse 2] I've upgraded 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] They say that that boy done changed He don't rap about his everyday life, he ain't the same Goddamn, already had a hard life once Am I supposed to recreate it every album for you cunts? Okay You want to hear about my everyday I wake up, I wake my son up, then I feed him And lead him into his car seat 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? [Chorus] 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

Bro i need someone to help re create these drums on fl cuz this is such a fire pattern ive been tryna get down

0:20

What is the genre in the beginning portion of the beat?

this is one of my favorite songs by him, thank you so much for making this dude! sounds just like OG one

Yoi figure it out

This sounds way closer to the original than the other videos on TH-cam, thank you

Doc D Backstory? Fire 🔥

Been a long time coming Said Im coming for the top Spent a long time running From the shit I couldn't stop Coming from nothing But the name of your pops It's been a long story So with the shit that I drop There was nothing really for me But the streets and the pop I'm like pac when I drop From the heart when I talk I been feeling like a prophet God done put me on this walk Handling this pain I'ma soldier with the flame Ain't fucking wit no lames no Fuego ain't the same Luciano I know he gon take the game Fuck on all these thots tho but I wrap before the end