*DISCLAIMER* I do not own this song. It is by Logic.
This is a single off of Logic's old mixtapes.

LYRICS:
~Big L rest in peace~

2 am, just got out of the bar, headed to my car
Me and castro kind of blown 'cus we parked so far
Walkin' down the street, spot a couple of goonies on the creek
Pockets full of cash, so we dash fast, to avoid they ass
'Cus we know they trailin' now we on the run
Heavily inhaling, exhaling as i begin to caress my gun
We gettin' closer to our destination
I always mind my business but somehow i find myself in these situations
That's what i'm facin' if i give up now
They startin' poppin some , you know we exchangin' bullets in the street
He dropped one but i grace another
And in the heat of the moment i thought about my girl and how much i love her
Prayin' to god that tonight wasn't my last supper
'Cus they tryin' to spill my brother break me for this blood
Motherfucker take all this lead yeah that's what i said
That's 2 down and 2 to go
But then the others dissappeared yo
So now we on the roll, finally made it back to the car
My homie thinkin' that we all good, but hold up there they are
Fuckin' fast in the XLR
Goddamn what a mission
Thought process, keys to ignition
Try to ditch 'em, so now we in the whip speedin'
Dodgin' bullets as we proceedin'
'Til my man limbo
These bimbo's try to play us like nintendo, hell no
Hit him on the phone, let him know we wasn't alone
Comin' through the zone, my homie picked up before the dial tone
"Whaddup my man, what's good? Is everything ok?"
Hell naw, get your heater and be ready to spray
Pulled up to his crib and my man was ready to go, ha
Jumped in the back with a semi-automatic
Bustin' eratic, quite the lethal weapon addict
So we let 'em have it
We've been in and out of traffic until we lost 'em
Whippin' for a couple of minutes wishin' we could've tossed
So now i'm drivin, thankin' god that i'm still survivin'
Received the call from my man boss, he was chillin' and vibin'
Said he was on the road, found out about a pack of waves
So i said that's getup, i got a story that'll blow you away
Couple minutes passed, met up at a red light
Called him on his celly celler
"Lets hit the deli and grab a bite"
So now it's feelin' but when castro was signin' my car
Plus my homie boss trailin' behind us but not too far
Now we on the strip, Everybody coolin' they jets
'Til i hear my man castro yell out "oh shit"
Here come the motherfuckers again out the blue like a crip
They want to bother us, tryin' to take out the whole lot of us
Now they bustin' they balls
Movin' through the tired and i made them crash
Now they comin' for ours
I hit the huvee while my man flash
Hit the passenger in the door now his brains up on the dash
The driver stopped, tryin' to clean the blood up off the glass
Givin' us just enough time to go and pick up boss' ass
All together, started raining i hate this weather
But it didn't matter, only thing on my mind is vendetta
'Cus that was for the one
He scared as shit but we chasin' sun
Hit the highway, Doin' it up by a broken some
Castro halfway up the sunroof firin'
No fear, So i guess that's what i do admire him
Duck and spray, 'til he caught one in the shoulder
Fell back, gushin' blood, but my mans a soldier
He hit the exit, now we whippin' through the city
Contemplating how the situations getting shitty
Now we out of ammo, so we sped up to the side of his ride
And 10 and took a lide hit him quick and watched the whip slide
My man bar strapped the gat from the car handle to out the window
Shot the gas tank, we watched the whole thing blow
Now we laughin' headed to the hospital for castro
Oh no, i guess popo got wind of the blow
Cus like 15 cars came out of nowhere yo
And now they on pursuit, didn't even hesitate to shoot
Murder weapon possession in the trunk for the loot
If we get caught it's either life or death so fuck 'em
Might as well go out blazin' or we might just duck 'em
Hit a hard right, goin 120 through a warehouse
Hit the lights in the engine so they don't know where we're about
Just around the corner was a bridge out of the city
No cops in sight, me and my homies feelin' giddy
My man castro was like fuck them collars
But, speak of the devil 'cus appearred two choppers
They lights on us, callin' out cars to our location
Mind racin', checked the rearview
Saw every cop from the fuckin' station
And what was comin' and the bridge was risin'
You shoulda saw it, told my boys to buck it let me up cause i'm about to floor it
Everything was perfectly allign and we was at a good speed
My homie limbo didn't hesitate to spark the good weed
Feelin' like i'm home free halfway up the ramp
Escape is my goal, but open fire hit the tire
Now we outta control, off of the bridge we go

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