Dylan St. John - From the Logo

Yea, told you fuck boys you aint ready 
Posted on 5th in a brand chevy 
Hunched in the whip cuz the chain so heavy 
Uh yeah, 
Am i too petty
Or am i too pretty to getty 
Keep an eye open like fetty 
But i ain't gotta glock in my rari 
Still a playboy like carti (FIEN, FIEN!) 
Don't get me started 
Follow this cadence 
Keep a couple bad bitches in my rotation 
Couple racks down on her thats a donation 
OG kush got me looking all asian 
Finally made it global
Now every city know my fucking logo 
Dame time shooting from the logo 
Then i gotta smile for a photo
Took it from a menace to a mogul god damn 
All in my zone I'm rolling up cones. I don't wanna do paperwork! (Nah!!!)
Last i checked that aint how favors work (Nah!!!)
I'm just ramping up you don't know how manic work (Nah!!!!)
If you know one thing then you know i put the family first 
Had a sugar mama whippin in a benz 
She would pull up on the kid and come spoil me 
Whole team built off loyalty 
Everybody good money looking like royalty 
We don't take Ls all W's 
Top shelf pussy is the only thing i'm running through 
Got a lil bad mamacita in some bloody shoes 
You gone fuck around and you gone find out what the money do , money do 
Mixing my meds with the melodies 
Feeling too heavenly 
Locked 2 times no felonies 
Still want a girl like a girl like penelope 
Still got the remedy 
Good weed and a little hennessee 
Still saying prayers for my enemies 
Fuck a trap house my building got amenenties 
Politicin like i was a kennedy 
Shaking hands kissin babies im just building up my legacy 
Now im billboard bound 
Too turnt up cant turn this down 
And i still got the juice 
Quick 16 and i burn down the booth 
Still not the type that gone play by the rules 
Never been played for a fool 
Swear these motherfuckers don't know how to move 
Hell bound but I’m heaven sent 
Me against me 
Competition is irrelevant 
Only thing i care about is stacking up these presidents 
And making sure my mama living better than she ever did 
Best out now no comparison 
Should have never let me write my own narrative
Got the flame right ima carry it
I love the game so much that i married it 
Yeahhhhhh
Dont worry bout mine or what i earn, homie that really ain’t your concern yelling out live learn twist burn 
Yeahhhhhh
Dont worry bout mine or what i earn, homie that really ain’t your concern yelling out live learn twist burn 

Written by:
DYLAN ST. JOHN

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