Life is going hard
Working all the time
Money making is a struggle
That will lead you to the crime
Freedom is corruptive
Lost the feeling of the pride
Dollar on your mind
Only bitches on your mind
Brother in the back
Then your mother in the back
What you gonna do when you lose them all to crack
Who you gonna love
Who you gonna call Dad
Who you gonna miss
What you gonna do when they shoot ya in the back
Put them in the ground
Make them feel low
Take them to the church
Just to f*cking re-load
Take control of your mind
But you never think so
Let your ass do the best
But you ain't Jay Lo
Put them in the ground
Bitches always want more
Push it to the limit
So you gonna keep grow
Stick to these rules
Make them even hate more
Till the red face get green
So it can blow
Put them in a ground
Till you live like golden
Till you eat like golden
Till you drink like golden
Till your motherf*cking bitches call you Mr. Golden
Till your name is golden
All you have to know this
Put them in a ground
Target what I aim for
Hunger got you breathing
But your breath is too cold
Hold on hold on
All these bitches gotta know
Birch is not my nickname
I just call it LOGO
Brother in the back
Then your mother in the back
What you gonna do when you lose them all to crack
Who you gonna love
Who you gonna call Dad
Who you gonna miss
What you gonna do when they shoot ya in the back
Put them on a side make them feel broke
Rap game like a rat game still selling dope
Make 1 shot 2 shot 3 shot
Dead
Make 1 more put them on a side with their head blown
Put them with a bitch with no love on
Put them to the God with no mask on
Show me how your gun work
Put them through the hell but they still gone
Killers in the dead zone
Homies in the right zone
Put them with a bitch with no love on
Put them to the God with no mask on
Show me how your gun work
Put them through the hell but they still gone
Killers in the dead zone
Homies in the right zone
Put them on the ground target what I aim for
Hunger got you breathing
But your breath is too cold
Hold on hold on
All these bitches gotta know
Birch is not my nickname I just call it LOGO
Birch - Logo Lyrics
Birch - Logo Lyrics
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Life is going hard
Working all the time
Money making is a struggle
That will lead you to the crime
Freedom is corruptive
Lost the feeling of the pride
Dollar on your mind
Only bitches on your mind
Brother in the back
Then your mother in the back
What you gonna do when you lose them all to crack
Who you gonna love
Who you gonna call Dad
Who you gonna miss
What you gonna do when they shoot ya in the back
Put them in the ground
Make them feel low
Take them to the church
Just to f*cking re-load
Take control of your mind
But you never think so
Let your ass do the best
But you ain't Jay Lo
Put them in the ground
Bitches always want more
Push it to the limit
So you gonna keep grow
Stick to these rules
Make them even hate more
Till the red face get green
So it can blow
Put them in a ground
Till you live like golden
Till you eat like golden
Till you drink like golden
Till your motherf*cking bitches call you Mr. Golden
Till your name is golden
All you have to know this
Put them in a ground
Target what I aim for
Hunger got you breathing
But your breath is too cold
Hold on hold on
All these bitches gotta know
Birch is not my nickname
I just call it LOGO
Brother in the back
Then your mother in the back
What you gonna do when you lose them all to crack
Who you gonna love
Who you gonna call Dad
Who you gonna miss
What you gonna do when they shoot ya in the back
Put them on a side make them feel broke
Rap game like a rat game still selling dope
Make 1 shot 2 shot 3 shot
Dead
Make 1 more put them on a side with their head blown
Put them with a bitch with no love on
Put them to the God with no mask on
Show me how your gun work
Put them through the hell but they still gone
Killers in the dead zone
Homies in the right zone
Put them with a bitch with no love on
Put them to the God with no mask on
Show me how your gun work
Put them through the hell but they still gone
Killers in the dead zone
Homies in the right zone
Put them on the ground target what I aim for
Hunger got you breathing
But your breath is too cold
Hold on hold on
All these bitches gotta know
Birch is not my nickname I just call it LOGO
Working all the time
Money making is a struggle
That will lead you to the crime
Freedom is corruptive
Lost the feeling of the pride
Dollar on your mind
Only bitches on your mind
Brother in the back
Then your mother in the back
What you gonna do when you lose them all to crack
Who you gonna love
Who you gonna call Dad
Who you gonna miss
What you gonna do when they shoot ya in the back
Put them in the ground
Make them feel low
Take them to the church
Just to f*cking re-load
Take control of your mind
But you never think so
Let your ass do the best
But you ain't Jay Lo
Put them in the ground
Bitches always want more
Push it to the limit
So you gonna keep grow
Stick to these rules
Make them even hate more
Till the red face get green
So it can blow
Put them in a ground
Till you live like golden
Till you eat like golden
Till you drink like golden
Till your motherf*cking bitches call you Mr. Golden
Till your name is golden
All you have to know this
Put them in a ground
Target what I aim for
Hunger got you breathing
But your breath is too cold
Hold on hold on
All these bitches gotta know
Birch is not my nickname
I just call it LOGO
Brother in the back
Then your mother in the back
What you gonna do when you lose them all to crack
Who you gonna love
Who you gonna call Dad
Who you gonna miss
What you gonna do when they shoot ya in the back
Put them on a side make them feel broke
Rap game like a rat game still selling dope
Make 1 shot 2 shot 3 shot
Dead
Make 1 more put them on a side with their head blown
Put them with a bitch with no love on
Put them to the God with no mask on
Show me how your gun work
Put them through the hell but they still gone
Killers in the dead zone
Homies in the right zone
Put them with a bitch with no love on
Put them to the God with no mask on
Show me how your gun work
Put them through the hell but they still gone
Killers in the dead zone
Homies in the right zone
Put them on the ground target what I aim for
Hunger got you breathing
But your breath is too cold
Hold on hold on
All these bitches gotta know
Birch is not my nickname I just call it LOGO
Writer: Andrew Birch
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid