Shame Lyrics – Juicy J, Logic

[Chorus: Logic]
Yeah, yeah
Watch me roll my weed up, then I throw my feet up
Yeah, I ball like Jeter
Life go fast like cheetah
Life be short like Martin
Yeah, that’s word to Gina
My b!tch bad as fu*k
Yo’ b!tch, she look all beat up
Watch me roll my weed up, then I throw my feet up
Yeah, I ball like Jeter
Life go fast like cheetah

Life be short like Martin
Yeah, that’s word to Gina
My b!tch bad as fu*k
Yo’ b!tch, she look all beat up

[Verse 1: Logic]
Energized, feeling energized
I just copped my s*it out the lot, my s*it
Yo’ s*it look unapprised, I can’t even line
9-5, that s*it just wasn’t cut out for me
Shoutout my homies, look out for me
Know I stay facing a blunt to the head
On a PlayStation, it’s just me and my homies, just me and my squad
These n!ggas don’t want it in COD
These n!ggas don’t want it IRL
Fu*k is you saying? You think that I’m playing? You think that I’m fu*king with you?
B!tch-made, we ain’t running with you
Don’t talk about it, we just come and get you
Never heard it, watch that bullet hit you, in the game, of course
Yo’ s*it look warm, I’m bringing the force
Killing ’em with no remorse

[Chorus: Logic]
Watch me roll my weed up, then I throw my feet up
Yeah, I ball like Jeter

Life go fast like cheetah
Life be short like Martin
Yeah, that’s word to Gina
My b!tch bad as fu*k
Yo’ b!tch, she look all beat up
Watch me roll my weed up, then I throw my feet up
Yeah, I ball like Jeter
Life go fast like cheetah
Life be short like Martin
Yeah, that’s word to Gina
My b!tch bad as fu*k
Yo’ b!tch, she look all beat up

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Yeah, it’s a shame, n!gga be ready to snitch before they step foot in a cell (Damn)
It’s a shame that you keep them from they daddy, you bogus as hell
It’s a shame, don’t know who the opps, not that you can’t even tell
She do her, but she won’t get a shot, she rather get a Chanel
It’s a shame, n!gga be ready to snitch before they step foot in a cell
It’s a shame that you keep them from they daddy, you bogus as hell
It’s a shame, don’t know who the opps, not that you can’t even tell
She do her, but she won’t get a shot, she rather get a Chanel
Yeah, out here making a sale (Sale)
Got caught, now you ready to tell (Damn, tell)
Obviously he not yo’ brother, you finna send him to jail (Figured)
You hating, I’m wishing you well
They really want you to fail (Yup)
If you don’t take care of yo’ kids, you going to hell (Hell)
It’s a shame if it’s another man raising yo’ daughter, bruh, you gotta chill
It’s a shame what that switch can do, I pray for whoever get nailed
It’s a shame that that b!tch can’t take no d!ck, ’cause she thick as hell
It’s a shame how much muh’ fu*king smoke that my lungs inhaled

[Chorus: Logic]
Watch me roll my weed up, then I throw my feet up
Yeah, I ball like Jeter
Life go fast like cheetah
Life be short like Martin
Yeah, that’s word to Gina
My b!tch bad as fu*k
Yo’ b!tch, she look all beat up
Watch me roll my weed up, then I throw my feet up
Yeah, I ball like Jeter
Life go fast like cheetah
Life be short like Martin
Yeah, that’s word to Gina
My b!tch bad as fu*k
Yo’ b!tch, she look all beat up