Theme for the People Songtext
von Logic
Theme for the People Songtext
Yeah
This a new generation
Switch up the style, I′m regeneratin'
I be talkin′ to God when I'm hearin' Satan
I′m a black man but pass like I′m Michael Payton
Why you think I made Everybody?
It's a statement, a way of life
Black is beautiful but today, in this day and age
A crooked cop will take away your life
Come now, that shit ain′t no way of life
Know some people make music but I make a statement
And use it when people feel like they gon' lose it, yeah
Why the fuck do you think when it comes to an album
I′m dropping like two a year?
Hold up, let me break down what I'm doing here
I get introspective on a record with a message deep in the lyrics
But after a while, that shit get depressing, they don′t wanna hear it
They just wanna turn up, so that's when I come back
On that Bobby Tarantino, counting money, sipping vino shit
It's how we stay relevant to the young
You know, I′d rather be rapping on bricks
But whatever it takes to get to the young
I ain′t mad at the fact when I rap over 808's with the hat
It make me millions
Peep the brilliance like, uh
I grew up on Biggie and GZA
But Roddy was bumping that Future and Thug
Give a fuck how you came up
I run up like ten out of ten just to show you some love
Man, as long as you rapping and killing shit
Fuck a car, black man own the dealership
Fuck a record label, fuck a dealer shit
Keep killing shit, keep
At the crib watching Bebop
Writing rhymes in my book and I′m bumping that heat rock
Shit smoother than Pete Rock
I can't fuck with my phone, need to detox
So I pick up the Glock like I′m John Wick
Yes, I'm in it for life like a convict
When I switch up the style, wonder who this
No ceilings like Wayne in ′09, bitch, I'm roofless
This a new generation
Switch up the style, I′m regeneratin'
I be talkin′ to God when I'm hearin' Satan
I′m a black man but pass like I′m Michael Payton
Why you think I made Everybody?
It's a statement, a way of life
Black is beautiful but today, in this day and age
A crooked cop will take away your life
Come now, that shit ain′t no way of life
Know some people make music but I make a statement
And use it when people feel like they gon' lose it, yeah
Why the fuck do you think when it comes to an album
I′m dropping like two a year?
Hold up, let me break down what I'm doing here
I get introspective on a record with a message deep in the lyrics
But after a while, that shit get depressing, they don′t wanna hear it
They just wanna turn up, so that's when I come back
On that Bobby Tarantino, counting money, sipping vino shit
It's how we stay relevant to the young
You know, I′d rather be rapping on bricks
But whatever it takes to get to the young
I ain′t mad at the fact when I rap over 808's with the hat
It make me millions
Peep the brilliance like, uh
I grew up on Biggie and GZA
But Roddy was bumping that Future and Thug
Give a fuck how you came up
I run up like ten out of ten just to show you some love
Man, as long as you rapping and killing shit
Fuck a car, black man own the dealership
Fuck a record label, fuck a dealer shit
Keep killing shit, keep
At the crib watching Bebop
Writing rhymes in my book and I′m bumping that heat rock
Shit smoother than Pete Rock
I can't fuck with my phone, need to detox
So I pick up the Glock like I′m John Wick
Yes, I'm in it for life like a convict
When I switch up the style, wonder who this
No ceilings like Wayne in ′09, bitch, I'm roofless
Writer(s): Robert Bryson Hall Ii, Arjun Ivatury, Kyle Edward Metcalfe, Vignesh Vishwanathan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com