“That’s a good thing, we all need someone to push us.”
“Yea, I’m not going to lie, I laid some fire shit.”
“I can’t wait to hear it.”
“Come with me to the studio tonight and you can.”
“As fun as that sounds, I’m not allowed up there anymore.”
“You’ll be with me,” Logic firmly stated. “The fuck they gone do to you?”
“I can’t,” Tyler sighed. “And that’s Dexter’s stomping ground. I can’t be within 500 feet of him.”
“I’m not thinking about that nigga and neither should you.”
“I’m actually thinking about you.”
“How so?” Logic questioned.
“It seems like whenever yall are in the same room, you have a problem with keeping your hands to yourself. I don’t want you getting in trouble on my behalf.”
“If you scared I’m going to beat that nigga ass, just say that.”
“I’d actually like for you to beat his ass.”
“Say the word baby girl and I’ll drag that nigga from the east side to the west.”
“You crazy,” Tyler giggled. “It’s quiet, where are your little demons?”
“In school,” Logic replied. “What you up to? You trying to go get something to eat?”
“I can’t. I’m about to visit my mom and then I’m going to the shop with Shane. He's really making me work, but I can’t complain because it keeps me busy.”
“What do you need?”
“I don’t need anything.”
“Send me your banking info.”
“No.” Tyler frowned. “I’m not telling you that so you can feel bad. I don’t need you to send me anything.”
“Why can’t I just wanna drop a couple bands in your pocket because I got it?”
“Oh, you out here trickin’?”
“Nah, I gotta get the pussy to trick and all you let me do is rub on that fat muthafucka.”
“Oop,” Tyler snickered. “That mouth.”
“I’m just saying.”
“I sure hope you can back up all that freaky shit you be talking.”
“I’ve never had any complaints.”
“Hm, I bet. Get up and do something with your life. I’m about to go walk in here.”
“Tell mama I said what’s up.”
