Logic — Writing Room

Lyrics from Snippets: [Verse: Cordae] Stressin', all of my brethren is dyin' lately I'm not lyin', all this defiance is tryna break me But I stand strong as a man should be in these times Food stamps in Section 8 got me pushin' these dimes Getting high up in the sky close to nebula On the side, trying to get by, shit its regular, but never up I'm tryna' get my cheddar up, and better all my relatives It seems it forever rough, but nigga I done said enough Cause they won't listen, my brother in prison And I don't understand- You finished recording this joint?