All I Do - Logic

Ayo, shout out to Black Diamond

I got them Nikes on my feet as we speak, homie

Shout out to Mac.

Miller

All I do is rhyme, all I do is get this money

All I do is grind, play shows and chill with honeys

All I do is shine, tour the world, ain’t it funny?

I’m one of a kind

My name is Logic, if you don’t know by now, I’m always on my grind

And at this moment in time, I’m on a roll when I write this rhyme

Sitting behind Raheem Devaughn while he’s passed out

'Bout to hit the station 'fore our gas is out

Look outside the window, I see shorties with they asses out

Oh my, good god you know we fly

They dreaming out the window watch how buildings pass me by See I ain’t signed but at this point in time

I feel like the 3−6-8th

Wonder of the world, just might steal your girl

All I do is rhyme and get money, that’s my repertoire

Holla at honeys, «Voulez-vous voucher avec moi, ce soir?»

Baby what’s the deal, have you ever heard of some shit so real?

(Cudi what up?) It’s going down, feeling like a millionaire

Riding with the top down, while the rest of the world just stare

This is the joint that when you hear it you like, «That's my shit!»

Maybe at a house party while you getting lit

Or while you cruising round town riding in a whip

One thing’s for sure, you better get all of your friends it If a shorty like my music, then she a (bobbysoxer)

Got a booty, know how to use it, homie yes I rocks her

The second I jump on a stage, I’m rocking it, ain’t nobody stopping it Whoever goes on after me, I’m sorry, ain’t topping it It’s going down, feeling like a millionaire

Riding with the top down, while the rest of the world just stare

Ever since I was a youngin I knew I’d break in the game

While you worshipped other rappers that leave you less entertained

I was strategizing, before people the knew my name

Fame, but I sell it sane on the road to success

Bumping Jay in the H.O.V.

lane

Searching for wisdom in women but only getting brain

Yo quiero dormir contigo mi amorcito

I know we fight, but that’s poquito

Unless you do me foul like a free throw, then we’re finito