Logic Stewie Griffin song lyrics

"Oh... uh, you know what, just give me 'til next Friday. I'll have it for you."

"Oh-oh, uh, that's funny. I could've sworn I said 'have it today'?"

"Yeah... I don't have it, sorry."

"Oh. Well alright then

Yeah, that's what happens man!"

I'm Stewie Griffin

And this game is Brian

Beatin' the hell out of em'

Tryin', to get this money

Check the statistics

The chances of me blowin' up are far from realistic

Fuck it, I'll risk it

To have a chance at fame, I'd never miss it

I know I'm gonna be famous cause my friends and family insisted

(laughs)

Been on the low, concernin' my shit just like a biscuit

But it's time to let off, set off, break this bread off

Bitches I'm comin' and I ain't finna pull out

All I do is get this money

Cut these records and cool out

My favorite night of the week to perform is Friday

But I kinda see it as Louis Vuitton day

Cause when I step up on the stage

I'm snatchin' mics like Kanye

Too swift to book me for the night

That's Andre

Three stacks, I do it big

Take no relax, I'm spittin' the facts

Catch me in the booth, droppin' tracks

Yeah they talkin' bout me

Yeah, I know they talkin' bout me

Yeah I know they talkin' bout me but

Never face to face, they evade it

By rappers I'm hated

Because I'm fly, while they just levitated

As the hating escalated

My flow, it just elevated

Bitches I made it

Young jedi, all I do is stack bread

I Said I Be in the crib bumpin' Red Hot Chili Peppers

This right here for all my city reppers

Fly talker, sky walker, get gritty reppers

Follow your dreams, this life ain't what it seems

They used to tell me I'd never make it

Now my flow streams

Across the world, spit lyrics, let them unfurl

Poetic rhetoric my girl

Got my mind playin' tricks on me

My eyes is closed, the ice is froze, I got it

Hip-hop was never dead, but it was fallin'

And I caught it

The way I process chips, you think my brain's robotic

Fuckin' with bitches overseas cos the pussy's exotic

I went from switchin' lanes in the rain

To switchin' planes with dames

Poppin' champagne, spittin' game, and gettin' brain

"Don't bring that trash in here. This is my house!"