Logic Ladonda Lyrics

[Intro]
Vinyl Days 3, bitch
Kyle on the guitar
Remember that?
Yeah, here we go
Ayy

[Verse]
Ayo, last album on Def Jam, now where the f*cks at?
Independent now, smear they face in my nutsack
College Park next, bitch, I saved it for the fans
I've been grindin' since before I could afford a pair of Vans
Recorded this album before they gave me my advance
Sign with another major, nah, no chance
It's like Chicago with no Chance, not a chance
This beat that you'rе hearing is a primary example
Of somе shit you can accomplish not worrying 'bout a sample
I had to clear it, now again hearing spirit
Hit the homie Egon, he send a hundred vinyls
f*ck mixing an album, two track, that's the final
Bobby Campbell and Jerry probably smoking the ounces
Some shit I can't even pronounce
That's my homies, that's my engineers
Many platinum plaques made over the years and many more to come
I feel it in my blood, Paul Dano
Feel it in my bald spot, Anthony Fantano
You plaid-shirt-wearing-motherf*cker, ayo
Ayo, I used to hate you 'cause you shit on my music But now we homies, I take your criticism and use it
I used to fantasize about murdering you
Choking you to death and watching from your point of view 'til we got friendly
And I realized you wasn't ever tryna end me
One night, midnight, 2020 on the phone
You said the wildest shit that solidified me to stone
You said, you said I built an amazing fanbase and career
I'm successful and I'm f*ckin' worthy to be here
And your opinion is just your opinion
It doesn't matter like your legion of f*ckboy minions
It meant a lot, friend or not
Honesty is everything, it's f*ckin' everything
I remember 2DopeBoyz and Fake Shore Drive
I remember performing before this virus was alive
I remember commenting on Rap Genius threads
I remember arguing on Reddit, HipHopHeads
Way before I was famous and criticized
I was just a member of the community in they eyes
And the craziest shit, I'm still the, still the same kid I was
With a love for hip-hop, now I just got a bigger buzz, what's up?