• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Cara De Pizza - La Cuca
• 30000 - Logic
• Growing Pains Ii - Logic
• Sell Out Records (skit) - Logic
• Nothing But A Hero Rmx - Logic
• One - Logic
• Ask Em - Logic
• Worthy (outro) - Logic
• Juice - Logic
• Mixed Feelings - Logic
• World Wide - Logic
• Dear God - Logic
• No Biggie - Logic
• My Chain - Logic
• Back And Forth - Logic
• Stewie Griffin - Logic
• Rapman - Logic
• Sellin Drugs - Logic
• Fan In Denial (f.i.d.) - Logic
• DISGUSTING - Logic
• Can I Love - Logic
• Champagne Thoughts (interlude) - Logic
• What You Want? - Logic
• I Made It - Logic
• Numbers - Logic
• Take It Slow - Logic
• Set The Tone - Logic
• Wordplay - Logic
• I Wish - Logic
• Used To Hate It - Logic
• Shine On - Logic
• All Sinatra Everything - Logic
• Do Ya Like - Logic
• Just Another Day (in My Mind) - Logic
• The Dream - Logic
• Beggin - Logic
• Relaxation - Logic
• Highs & Lows - Logic
• Live On The Air - Logic
• Young Sinatra Iii - Logic
• ARE YOU READY? - Logic
• I Just Wanna - Logic
• War Vet (rack City Remix) - Logic
• The Spotlight - Logic
• Dead Presidents Iii - Logic
• Inception - Logic
• Aye Girl - Logic
• Life Of A Don - Logic
• We Get High - Logic
• Give It To Me - Logic

Es una cara? No!
Es una Pizza? No!
Es una cara? No!
Es una Pizza? No!
Es la Senhorita cara de Pizza!!!
Dicen que su madre durante el embarazo
Se comio diez pizzas de un chingadazo
Andan diciendo que es una mutante
(A mi no me interesa yo quiero ser su amante)
Senhorita Cara de Pizza
Yo te amo Cara de Pizza
(Eres un amor)
Tiene un corazon que es la envidia de cualquiera
Yo la adorara hasta el dia en que se muriera
Ella es una belleza (ella si tiene cabeza)
Ella si que me emociona (ella es buena persona)
Ella si se ve sabrosa (yo quiero que sea mi esposa)
Senhorita Cara de Pizza
Yo te amo Cara de Pizza
Es como apreciar una obra de arte
Picasso la tendria como unico estandarte
Quiero estirarle sus cachetes de queso
En su boquita de pimiento yo quiero darle un beso
Yo la adoraria de cualquier manera
Con mariscos en la cara a la marinera!
Senhorita Cara de Pizza
Yo te amo Cara de Pizza
Senhorita Cara de Pizza
Yo te amo Cara de Pizza
(Eres un amor)
Ahora voy a verla y voy bien alimentado
No vaya a pasar lo que paso aquel dia pasado
Llegue con mucha hambre y le chingue una rebanada
(Espero me perdone y no me mande a la chingada)
Senhorita Cara de Pizza
Yo te amo Cara de Pizza
Senhorita Cara de Pizza

Wake up, you bitch ass
Cracker ass, motha fucka
[Verse 1: Logic]
See all I ever wanted was a window to sit close to
And you don't understand but in the end you ain't
supposed to
I'm talking first class, 30, 000 feet under my ass
Living life on the dash, constant pursuit of cash
Now I'm living a life that you and yours could only
dream about
And just a couple ago this shit I used to scheme about
Rehearsing for hours in front of my mirror
Until my voice was hoarse but my vision was clearer
See this that new school style but the flow remind you
of them old days
Fast forward to the present, rappers have no class like
snow days
Good God, let me bring it back to hip-hops first
renaissance
96' Kool-Aid and Sega Genesis
[Chorus:]
Hey yo, Hey yo, how you keep it so real
I love the way your lyrics make me feel
Roll it and get high, Light it up and fly
Feeling like I'm 30, 000 feet up in the sky
I got em' saying
Hey yo, Hey yo, how you keep it so real
I love the way your lyrics make me feel
Roll it and get high, Light it up and fly
Feeling like I'm 30, 000 feet up in the sky
[Verse 2: Logic]
So many people think that they know my whole situation
Conversations with people that handle public relations
Nothing but hundred dollar bills and standing ovations
Slowly pacing until I kill like that boy Jason
It ain't nothing, never folding or bluffin'
Get money, fuck bitches but respect women cause we love
Kiss em', touch em' and rub em'
Fuck em' but never grub em'
Hit fast but then I slow it down like Robitussin
Shorty giving me brain until concussion
The club run out of vodka the second we rush in
Never under estimate the power in which I'm bustin'
My lyricism got yo girl blushin'
Ain't even touch her and yet she gushin' (ha)
Award shows, chilling with all my bros
3-piece Ralph Lauren and some Jordan's I suppose

I'm on the come up
Anything that ya'll do I'm one up
Ya'll grind till like 3 in the morning
I grind till the sun up
Homie that's dedication
This world is what I'm facing
I only hope in the end that they all love and embrace me
(I'm trying to write my wrongs, but its funny these same wrongs helped me write this song)
Momma I'm sorry that I left at 17
(I apologize a trillion times)
Everything ain't what it seem when you try and follow your dreams
First you saw the bigger picture
Now you see behind the scenes
You though everything was sweet
Now you see that shit is mean
Got a taste now you a fiend
Been into it since you been a teen
Yeah he nice so all his friends say he gon' blow like Hiroshim
Eyes on the prize like the baddest bitch you ever seen
At home late night, chillin, envisioning
Himself on the cover of Vibe magazine
But everything ain't what it seems
Though it seem like he gon' blow
Will he make it?
Maybe so
Too be honest I don't know
He got lyrics, he got flow
But it takes so much mo'
So much love
So much pain
With such little time to grow
Yeah we love it when he smile
But hate it when he frown
Remember when that girl turned his world upside down
But it made his music better
Brought emotion made it clever
Now we growing everyday
But he hungry try to eat
Brain like an EKG the way that he study the beat
Now we know that he gon' make it and he won't accept defeat
Now I ain't tryin to be mean
Now I ain't tryin to be mean
But everything ain't what it seem
So many times did I design a rhyme to blow your mind?
Cos I know that I wasn't destined to live a life of crime
I remember Christmas's with no presents
I use to fear my future now I dread my adolescence
Living a life of logic
But it ain't what it's cut out to be
Cos if I couldn't rap ya'll wouldn't give a fuck about me
Hip hop is politics
Filled with nothing but strife and stress
Time is money and it's hard to invest
Step on the stage I get the honeys so wet
Rockin thousand dollar tuxes sippin on nothing but Moet
Thinking I'm so set but really I ain't done shit yet
This game is war and in my mind I'm like a Vietnam vet
Now I'm on the come up
Anything that ya'll do I'll one up
Ya'll grind till 3 in the morning; I grind till the sun up
Homie that's dedication
This world is what I'm facing
I only hope in the end that they all love and embrace em
For the motherfuckers that hated I made it
Slowly elevated, escalated onto another level ha
My flow is crack the game is Whitney yeah
Fame is Bobby on their first date it ain't hit me yet
Visualizing driving down the horizon
While you despising the fact that I'm rising
So much hate within this world this shit is so traumatizing
Steppin to me yeah you better be alphabetically ready
Aim steady
Lyricism sharp as machete
I got it already
See I was born to sell records
You was destined to sell tunes
All up your headphones
Killing booths like cellphones
(I got it)
Cos everything ain't what is seems
It ain't just him it takes a team
At the ten headed to the zone in his mug mean
Yeah the quarterback shines but not without a sense of safety
So truly he is me and motherfucker you can't face me
Now I've had a lot of doubt
I thought I had to throw that out
Cos I find that they listen when I rhyme not when I shout
And right now shit is rocky
With me and my girl
See music is my moon but this shawty is my world
Think about you all the time
Turn that shit into a rhyme
Cos sometimes you can ignore me
But the beat listens just fine
Tell me do you even know
If you truly want to grow
Hate letters when I'm writing Love Jones all I know
Cos everything ain't what it seems
Living a life you only dream about
Flow angelic but now it's time to bring the demon out
Can you feel me?
I said it's hard being a saint inside a sinner's body
You know its hard living as Logic after living as Bobby
This is the life I depicted
As a child I picked it
Feeling conflicted
To music I am addicted
Not one of ya'll can predict it
So many bars I'm feeling convicted
Now writing like a felony I'm selling homie who you telling
While ya'll do everything by the book fuck that I'm rebelling
Bitch I'm on another level
A level you ain't seen
A level that is truly only deemed for a king
The second you listen it's my mission to murder any rendition
Busting with precision
If you in my vision I'm never missing
Logic administer sinister s like a minister for the listener

Hello?
Yes, hi is this Logic?
Yeah. This is Logic. What's up?
Hi Logic. How ya doing?
This is Marty Randoff, big time, big league, record executive
Super white guy afficionado and I just uh want to talk to you about a couple things
[Logic:] Alright m'am, what is this regarding exactly?
Basically, what we want to do is we want to take Logic
We want to take everything about you
And we want to take it and put it on a bigger level
How that sounds?
I mean that sounds great man
What do you have in mind?
Basically, ok you know that whole thing that compiles you?
The whole Young Sinatra, smooth, intellectual lyrics, the realism of who you are and how you project that, everything that you do with your music?
Yeah. Man thanks. I'm glad you spotted that out
Basically, what we're going to do is get rid of that
Ok? We want to put you in the limelight with a bunch of bitches and popping bottles
Cause nobody cares about that stuff
What?
Yeah. I know right?
It sounds amazing
Maybe you might be aware of some previous work that we've done
Basically what we want to do is have nobody remember you in five years
I don't know man
I really don't know
Have you ever heard of Lil Lollipop?
Or Little Chetta?
Na. Na, man I haven't
Exactly that's the point
Wait where did you say you were calling from again?
Oh I'm just calling from uh... Sell Out Records
What? Sell Out Records?
Yeah
Oh my God
Wait like you like sell out stadiums and stuff?
Nah man
Sell out like you like you know
You know
This is what it is man, illuminati
What Illuminati?
Yes Logic
It's your time now
[Laughing] Yo man who put you up to this Lembo?
Uh no. no
Uh I don't know where else to look
Look just sign with us
Nah I'm straight bra
{Hangs Up}
Oh. Hello? Hello?
Damn it. He hung up

[Intro:]
(Allllllright)
In the sky it's a bird, it's a plane, nah who dat?
Everybody want me to save them, I can't do that
Gotta little shine and they wonder where the lewd at
The life of an artist I had to pursue that
[Verse 1:]
Superman all the time yea, true dat
That's why I laugh when they ask, "Man where the suit
at?"
I love my family love my friends
But when it comes down to money see it all depends
Cause now I got new family, I got new friends
That I never even seen before, where does it end?
See I got loved ones and I got enemies
But at the end of the day I don't know the identities
So they love the entities
And people befronted me for the fame
Breaking in the game
Life will never be the same...
It'll never be the same
And they all like
[Hook:]
You are... My...
Superhero (superhero)
I said (I said)
You are... My...
Superhero (superhero)
[Verse 2:]
I was gone for a minute, came back in a flash
Spit crack up a dude's rock like dash
Any dame know I got game, go ask
This is my true identity- No mask
Most wish to get it and rub on a flask
I wish to get it and rub on her ass
Hip-Hop what I'm talking bout, you ain't on
And a metaphor means I am hands on
Out for the green with a buzz like Hornet
I ain't rip the game yet, I just torn it
See the good guy gets the dame
And if a shawty got a donk like Lois Lane
I turn into the paraphilias from X-Men
You ain't get it? I'm all about the brain
Step to the mic he a beast
Hungry in the game still looking for a feast
All about my dough on a rise like yeast
And I'm a keep going till a motha fucka deceased
See I stood on the side humbly, like Alfred
But now it's time to jump in the bat outfit
And I could give a damn if you doubt it
Cause when I hit the stage they shout it
Uh, Yea they shout it
(What'd they shout?)
They shout
[Hook:]
You are... My...
Superhero (superhero)
I said (I said)
You are... My...
Superhero (superhero)
[Verse 3:]
No the flow never awkward man
Stepped in the booth the like, I'll be Damned
Kid opened his mouth and shocked me man
And I get the honeys wetter than Aqua-Man
See that's that sex appeal
I guess that'll add another meal to the deal
But right now I'm just trying to get a meal
In the bat cave sharpen in the skill
With an Iron-Man mindset, they can never steal
Villain on the mic though, yea I had to kill it
I wrote this rhyme in braille just for you to feel it
Let the flow pour for a minute but I gotta seal it
[Outro:]
Hopefully now (hopefully now)
Y'all know me
Gotta grip on the game
Like it was fresh, about to sewn it
[Hook:]
You are... My...
Superhero (superhero)
I said (I said)
You are... My...

When I was 21
It was a very good year
It was a very good year
For city girls
Who lived up the stairs
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was 21
It was all a dream just a year ago
Bussin' tables and servin' food but ya'll don't hear it though
Now I'm on another level but ya'll aren't near it though
My soul bleedin' on the track, so spiritual
It's a blessing cause now rappin' is my profession yo
Set to detonate, I'm just waitin' for my time to blow
White boy at first glance but when I ryhme they know
Race don't mean a fucking thing the second that I flow
It's been a year and everything I said would happened has
While everybody that I know is out havin' a blast
I was right here in the studio bustin' my ass
It's been a year I'm 21 but I feel (35)
And now I got this
I taste the blood, no one can stop this
Second I drop this, die hard fans is finna cop this
While the rest of the world follows through fiber optics
I took my time, see I studied the game, learned how to rhyme
I was around drugs and gats, but never delved in crime
Had other things in mind, so I began to grind
First tape was a success
Locally, I got press
But I knew this one right here would run the world a mess, but I digress
A year ago, I was a young'un in his room
Staring out the window, lookin at the moon, knowing it's coming soon
But today I bought this rocket ship and sonic boom

Uh, Uh,
Yeah I got it now what is it,
Pay the world a visit,
Let them know I'm 'bout it with this golden ticket,
See my curriculum is flippin' 'em,
A hundred and fifty one yeah we sippin' 'em,
Bitches they trippin' all up in the club,
Show me love if you really 'bout it,
I don't never doubt it,
One of the best out of Maryland I'm down to shout it,
Never cocky I'm just confident the flow is prominent,
This is the reason that I'm dominant,
That automatic platinum plated flow know I'mma shine
with it,
All of y'all is down to conform but I realign with it,
Performing at a full house,
Feeling like Uncle Jesse,
Bitches they stress me,
Take them to the crib undress three,
Children lie, men lie, women lie then we die,
But I'm here to tell the truth and let you know I'm
finna rise,
To no surprise,
Fake rappers meet your demise,
The microphone and Adobe Audition my only supplies,
Look within my eyes,
Yes I'll bury the odds,
Now I ask em,
Is you feelin' me?
I got it back and now I'm on again,
Hit you in your chest like breathing after a shot of
Gin,
I'm just a living organism that has arisen,
With so many bars I can manufacture for various
prisons,
So let me show you what I'm bout and baby how I do it,
Flowing for hours every day just so I can improve it,
When I perform I envision a crowd and how to move it,
See I am lyrically inclined,
Alphabetically take apart and rebuild your mind,
I'm on my grind,
And guarantee ain't no style like mine,
I bring the force of course with no remorse,
I'm married to the game don't even talk about divorce,
'Till death do us part,
Reincarnate then restart,
With Biggie's eyes, Big L's mind, and Pac's heart,
Rip it apart, intravenously like poison dart,
Y'all bananas if you think I'm slipping in Mario's

[Intro]
My mentor once told me, that fire cannot be denied
I'm 20 years old, and I've sacrificed the last four
years of my life, to create music just for you
My social life. Stayin' in the studio, practicing,
grinding. Just to give you, the soundtracks for your
life
So I'm gonna continue to wake up every day and make
good music, and get that recognition
[Hook]
And I deserve it, I think I deserve it
It's becoming something that's impossible to ignore
And I deserve it, I think I deserve it
[Verse]
Yeah, now let me switch it up with some shit you ain't
ever heard
Ain't drunk but the flow's slow
Everybody just relax and listen to my words [x2]
So many times have I designed a similar rhyme that came
to mind, (inevitable)[?] to find the way I'm feelin'
I'm feeling like I'm ready to blow, been waiting
patiently but fuck it now I gotta go
When it comes to making this music it's nada yo, see
you can't comprehend the amount of mind or heart I'm
givin'
Hip-hops my show first, so you know I'm driven. Sunrise
to sunset you know how I'm living
You see, I think it then write it, read it, repeat it
then lace it, produce it then record it mix it then
master it so the people adore it
[Hook]
It's becoming something that's impossible to ignore

Hmmm, yeah! (Sinatra)
Aight, yeah, yeah, homie I'm comin'
I'm coming and I'm never gonna give up
My mentality is making rappers feel like
They can never even live up to Logic
You bust I dodge it
Think you seein' me, nah, you just miragin'
I'm gunnin, I'm gunnin like a semi-automatic
That's really equipped with lyricism, I'll let 'em have it
I blast it, any style that you comin' at me with
I master it, I slam mothafuckas that I'm out on you bastards
(Syke, I'm just playin' with y'all)
Yeah, you know I had to keep it going
Kid rhymes that blow minds and see foreign
Real recognize real and you lookin' foreign
I was spittin' flows before I was even born in the womb
And I'mma keep it up until the tomb
And as for the fame, yeah I know it's coming soon
Cause I'm goin' in raw, finna bust up in your room
I hit a beat and it's ergence to emerge in the game
Pukin the dukin's I'm too sick to spit that Yoga flame
The way I figure this is rap second renassaince
Spittin' dirty sentences, so ill they affecting medicine
Ha, I'm havin' sentence spittin' fire like a demon
As the internet I let my flow to get to streamin', I'm beamin'
Flawlessly listen in that women in yo head while you dreamin'
Leo Dicaprio flow all up in that bitch schemin'
Tryna' get you to buy that album, tryna get you feenin'
See my vision as I commentate it
You wanna see naked rerun of the bait but the hater ate it
Success is truly overrated
I've seen caster with a blow up to pop and get deflated
See yeah, you made it but all your fans hate it
And it's kinda lookin' like you were sittin' negotiatin'
When it comes down to the rap game you see I'm intergrated
Half white half black I had it incorporated
Get the money
(Whoever did this is a real pro)
Yeah, I'm just a youngin' with a dream
With expenses 'til sixteen
Quite the microphone fiend
Now the rap is not mean
When I step up on the scene
All the girls see my scheme
'Til I open up my mouth and they find out my lyrics mean
Had I meet up with Raheem
Drinkin' a whole team
But before I execute a perfect plan I gotta scheme
Cause right now I'm on the dolo
Everything about this tape I did it on the solo
Yeah, I said it's hurricane Logic
Remember they can't dodge it
They gon' be bumpin' me from the burbs to the projects
I get on the mic and excite anybody around me
You're probably wondering why the boy has not found me
It's not that easy, I gotta work from the ground
Be the center of attention, look at the people around me
Black on the inside, my outside Ritz
What's a cracker without a cheese
I gotta stack chips
"Would you care for a glass of grape juice?"
"Nigga, what the fuck is juice?"

I am not a poet, I am just a designer of words
Architecting sentences the way I form and merge
Paragraphs together that force MC's to submerge
With an urge, to break free of this bi-racial jail cell
Feast on my memories, please come and taste this
Papa was a black man, mama was a racist
Growing up she called me nigga, kids called me cracker
While the whites got whiter, and the blacks got blacker
I was hurting, doing everything I can
Conceived as a white boy with the soul of a black man
God damn, looking up to Malcolm X
Studying his speeches, underlining text
How can I be white devil if my parents had sex
'Cus I'm black and I'm white
And I'm proud of every word that I recite
I know my roots, I know my past
I know the issue of my race ain't gonna last
Yo, we all breathe the same air and bleed the same blood
And when we die, the same ditch gets dug
"I still have a dream, it is a dream teached within the American dream
That one day, this nation will rise up, live out the true meaning of being free

[Intro]
And to immediately start our show
I want to bring out the host of tonight's show
You all know him
A very wonderful, wonderful personality of show business
[Verse 1: Logic]
Now ain't it funny how the whole thing changed
They said I'd never make it, now their words rearranged
I went from nothing to something
But I was something all along
Who you know on the come-up doing numbers in Hong Kong
Got fans in LA, got fans in NY
Got fans down in Atlanta and all the way to the Chi
We world wide (world wide)
World wide motherfucker
They think we pay for promotions but our strength is in numbers
This is so comical, so hilarious
All these stupid groupie bitches want to marry us
And just a year ago I had to pay to perform
And now venues across the country dropping stacks to go on
I've been working for years and sometimes I get heated
But those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it
I do it for the fans
They know what the message is
Rattpack is world wide, don't believe it check the messages
[Phone Calls From Fans]
[Verse 2: Logic]
And now I'm back but I'mma switch the style up
We moving at high speed, these fuckers are dialed up
You know I formulate my words like a dissertation
So let a brother proceed like mitigation
I know you feel this deep inside of you, no penetration
We got something for everybody but in my duration
You gotta crawl before you walk
I ball but you blog
Share knowledge like it's stocks
Since they *** the apart
Back in the days and the 9 millimeter strays that grazed
My old apartment
To wherever I dreamed that's where my heart went
Now, as a baby my Mama was on the bottle
Couldn't wait 'till I was of the age to hit the loto
Or the throtto and I'm gone
Like fuck the world
All I had was music and my girl
'Till that shit fell apart and this life Averelled
Never the less, I atest and "Am I blessed?" Hell yes
Occasional stress, but I only bite what I can digest
Back in the day it was jeans and white tee's
Now that I got all the sponsors I can keep up with the companies
Now I'm not bragging about material possessions
I'm trying to teach you a lesson about business and progression
And what happens when you perfect the image in your profession
Ain't no second guessing, you know it's all about perception
I used to talk about the things I wasn't really doing
But I had to visualize it before I started pursuing it
Yeah, huh, and now a motherfucker doing it
But business aside, it's been a beautiful ride
Cause I do it for the fans and brush the haters aside
I can't wait for the day when I look through the eyes of my bride
Cause every lion needs its queen and make its children is pride
But these haters really don't know what the message is (don't know what the message is)
Once again, "Don't believe it?" check the messages
[More Phone Calls From Fans]
[Outro: Logic]
I just want to take a moment, a moment of your time right now
I just want to thank everybody
I'm nothing without my fans
I'm nothing without my team
It's been a long journey
And this is just the beginning
Thank you all so much
I truly, I truly love you all from the bottom of my heart
Man this shit is crazy
Since day 1, I been at it
I know I probably sound real, real tired
But, shit the whole Rattpack been up for the like past 4 days trying to finish up this mixtape
It's just been crazy
But you already know what it is
Logic, Young Sinatra
Shout out to the Bobby Soxers, Rattpack all day, Visionary
I love ya'll

1: Logic]
Dear God, I think it's time we had a conversation
These lonely nights is getting to me so my mind is racing
I think about this life I live and all the shit I'm facing
More secrets in my mind then a free mason
I get lonely at times, and then I write these rhymes
I'm only human, I want to hit the club and fuck a dime
But I know that's not the answer to my problems
Lord help me solve them
Disintegrate and dissolve them
Laying in bed
With a girl I'm pretty sure is my next
Contemplating the sex
While I think about my ex
Am I wrong, Dear God, am I wrong
2: Logic]
Dear God tell me am I wrong
For living the life of a king surrounded by these pawns
Fans telling me I'm the greatest but I never hear them
Cause I ain't hit the pinnacle yeah I'm still persevering
Demons whispering in my ear but no I never fear them
People thinking they on his level they ain't even near him
I just want to spread positivity
Through lyrical ability
They call it selling out but I just call it versatility
Yeah, its my life
My wrongs, and My rights
My battle, My songs, and My fights
Now everybody want to come around
Tell me where was you last year when a brother was down
Not a single one of you mother fuckers believed in the brand
Extended a hand
And now you want to be my man
I think not
You quick to shape shift like ink blots
The real dealer we cut classic no fitters
What about the time
I was nine
And my mama almost murdered me
Don't think I forgot that shit it still burdens me
Her bare hands tight around my throat I can't breath I screamed I can't breath mama
Don't you want me mama
Don't you love me mama
What the fuck
Where was you here god tell me now
Hows a brother supposed to stay sane tell me how
Why you let me live but let another die
Why you dry my tears but let another cry
Gotta know
Set to detonate I gotta blow
That shit for show
I used to wonder why in the hell you would make me suffer
But now in the end I understand that it made me tougher
I get up when im down
Had enough almost drowned
When shit rough
I get tough

[Intro:]
Yeah, my name is Riley, son
But you know what niggas call me?
AKA, Riley Escobar, know what I'm saying?
Cause I be in the streets you know?
I got all kinds of names like HR Paper Stacks
Uh, also known as AKA Horse Choker, uh
[Verse 1: Logic]
Hey, yo, I'll chop you up in sixteen pieces
In front of your nieces, while I'm eating Reese's
And won't even offer them any, yes I spit plenty
This is East Coast flow at its finest
In the studio, where you find us, put a bullet where your spine is
At sixteen I was skipping school and smoking chronic
While you was learning about English, Big L was teaching Ebonics
I spit fire so demonic, writing code like I'm Masonite
A Jedi master breaking it down like old plaster
No medication for this track cause this is how a psycho rips
My bank account is like a cino bolt, your pocket's microchips, uh
Motherfucker, I dare you to test it, hope you're well rested
Whoop your ass and get arrested, in a double breasted
Louis Vuitton diamond encrested tailor made suit
Now that's All Sinatra Everything
I explode like hollow tips on contact
Chronologically murder schmoe there's no bringing Joe back
Puffing cubans and sipping Cognac
Mafietic mentality, introduce me to this beat and it's fatality
I kill mics like Conrad Murray
Sharp like Hanzo steel, the rest is obtuse
I get loose when sipping Goose and rhyme like Doc Seuss
Flow tight like noose, whoop ass like Bruce, no time for a truce
Alphabetical mathematic addict
I spit sixteens so erratic you think it was a semi-automatic
I know by now you thinking "Oh my God, he let them have it"
But that was just a loan, time to collect like I'm Capone
Reep what I've sewn, in other words that is the throne
Chilling while homies smoking marijuan'
If you thinking that this shit is wack well then you're dead wrong
Cause for every emotion and every mood I have a song
For the club, for the streets, for the whip and for the sheets
Cause this is where intellect and versatility meets
I'm Young Sinatra, backstage chilling with BobbySoxers
I got ya
[Outro:]
Yeah!
You wanna fuck with us?!

[Hook:]
My chain, my chain
Don't you like my chain, mayne?
Life of a don, chain just glowin'
My chain, my chain
Don't you like my chain, mayne?
I'm coming in the club with that fresh shit on
My chain, my chain
Don't you like my chain, mayne?
Life of a don, chain just glowin'
My chain, my chain
Don't you like my chain, mayne?
I'm coming in the club with that fresh shit on
[Logic:]
Yeah, me and my team used to dream about
The future but now we be rollin' everywhere we goin'
Our cards never showin' the moment I'm flowin' we
livin' it right now
Long way from the ghetto, pull strings like Gepetto
Poppin' that fine wine, look at the way my chain shine
Soon as I change my state of mind, from a lazy ass boy
To a man that's on his grind so answer my question
Did I even mention? The fact that I'm livin' the life
that I wanted
I keep a hunnid, got cash in abundance, that's bills by
the hunnid
I've said it and done it, you know that I run it while
everyone else
Say it, then plummit now, yeah you know I run it now
While the whole world wonder how
My chain shine nice
But I am not defined by the money, not defined by the
What defines me. Let me tell you what defines me
Is the heart and the effort I give in every letter in
which I write for you
And if you ignorant closed minded motherfuckers do not
like it
It's not right for you. No, it's not right for you
[Hook:]
My chain, my chain
Don't you like my chain, mayne?
Life of a don, chain just glowin'
My chain, my chain
Don't you like my chain, mayne?
I'm coming in the club with that fresh shit on
My chain, my chain
Don't you like my chain, mayne?
Life of a don, chain just glowin'
My chain, my chain
Don't you like my chain, mayne?
I'm coming in the club with that fresh shit on
I'm swimming in women like Young Sinatra 1 & 2
With the RattPack on my back there's really no telling
what we finna do
If a shorty in my eye, then yes baby girl I be coming
for you
Nice cars, nice clothes, hotel suites after the shows
So simplistic, never materialistic, but we do like
compliments
Why, because theses diamonds are accomplishments
Food stamps, welfare, medicare and section 8 to
Loui V, smoking tree, and steak up on my dinner plate
And you wonder why us rappers floss... because for once
We can finally afford the cost
I once was the worker, now I'm the boss
See my chain is an accomplishment. I call these
diamonds milestones
It's hard call for help with no dial tone
But, now I'm buying whips with no motherfucking miles
on em'
But I don't blow my money, I give it back to people
Why these rappers spend money on blowing, stop acting
equal
But I've been real since the fucking prequel
So the next time you that you looking at my chain
What you really see is 23 long years of pain
With nothing to loose and everything to gain
Cause the world is divided, but we are the same
And I'm getting that money, cause bitches they love me
And this is the life I'm live, ain't it funny but
I'm a keep rising, til ya'll realizing, that so much is
waiting over the horizon
Cause I've seen the days and yes also the night
So that means I've seen the darkness as well as the
light
And that's the very same light
That's the very same light, that let's my chain shine
bright
Said that's the very same light, that let my chain
shine bright
Soooooo...
[Hook:]
My chain, my chain
Don't you like my chain, mayne?
Life of a don, chain just glowin'
My chain, my chain
Don't you like my chain, mayne?
I'm coming in the club with that fresh shit on
My chain, my chain
Don't you like my chain, mayne?
Life of a don, chain just glowin'
My chain, my chain
Don't you like my chain, mayne?

[Intro]
[Verse 1: Logic]
Let me kick rhymes
Let me do it slow
Gotta get it every time you ain't fuckin' know
See I'm half white
And half negro
So I guess that's why I got a big ego
I got double the talent so I guess I'm too nice
Tryna eat like two dykes cause I'm famished
Better yet I'm in the depths of Hungary like Budapest
And even when I'm fed I'm a keep going 'til the death
Call me the caller bomber [?]
Cause I'm blowing minds like Osama
That's word to Obama
So much action within my words there ain't no time for
drama
Bringing wisdom like Dalai Lama you ain't heard
[Verse 2: C Dot Castro]
My name is Castro
Hotter than taking shots of Tabasco
I'm the shit
Never constipated I got mad flow
Have you wondering why the fuck did he go do that for?
I don't know
Even my homies say I'm an asshole
My style is so defined
Cause I'm the definition
Of truth you want proof
Well then you better listen
I'm never dissin'
That's a waste of time
Why waste an amazing rhyme
On them when I can take it and make it mine
I'll make it fine
Homie I don't need no one's help
I stay on dimes so you can call me Roosevelt
Yeah, my flow is presidential
I rip it acapella I don't need the instrumental
So try to sleep on me
I leave you like Tom in Seattle
My wordplay is too vicious homie
So you don't wanna scrabble
You don't wanna battle
My shit will leave you without a paddle
Now they all riding me somebody give me a saddle
[Verse 3: Logic]
My wifey livin' like Oprah
Matter of fact Princess Diana
Cause my first name is S-I-R
And I don't live like no bama
See I execute my emotion through perpetual grammar
Cause my stamina colder than Canada
And hotter than Hades
I spit more than babies infected with rabies
They can't get over the fact that I'm under their skin

[Stewie Griffin] So, uhhh, it's been 24 hours. Got my money?
[Brian] Ohhh, uh, you know what, just give me til next Friday. I'll have it for ya
[Stewie Griffin] Oh, oh uh, that's funny. I could've sworn, I said have it today?
[Brian] Yeah, I don't have it, sorry
[Stewie Griffin] OH. Well alright then...
I'm Stewie Griffin
And this game is Brian
Beatin' the hell out of em'
Tryin', to get this money
Check the statistics
The chances of me blowin' up are far from realistic
Fuck it, I'll risk it
To have a chance at fame, I'd never miss it
I know I'm gonna be famous cause my friends and family insisted
*laughs*
Been on the low, concernin' my shit just like a cuit
But it's time to let off, set off, bread this bread off
Bitches I'm comin' and I ain't finna pull out
All I do is get this money
Cut these records and cool out
My favorite night of the week to perform is Friday
But I kinda see it as Louis Vuitton day
Cause when I step up on the stage
I'm snatchin' mics like Kanye
Too swift to book me for the night
That's Andre
Three stacks, I do it big
Take no relax, I'm spittin' the facts
Catch me in the booth, droppin' tracks
Yeah they talkin' bout me
Yeah, I know they talkin' bout me
Yeah I know they talkin' bout me but
Never face to face, they evade it
By rappers I'm hated
Because I'm fly, while they just levitated
As the hating escalated
My flowing just elevated
Bitches I made it
Young jedi, all I do is stack bread
Said I, Be in the crib bumpin' Red Hot Chili Peppers
This right here for all my city reppers
Fly talker, sky walker, get gritty reppers
Follow your dreams, this life ain't what it seems
They used to tell me I'd never make it
Now my flow streams
Across the world, spit lyrics, let them unfurl
Poetic rhetoric my girl
Got my mind playin' tricks on me
My eyes is closed, the ice is froze, I got it
Hip hop was never dead, but it was fallin'
And I caught it
The way I process chips, you think my brain's robotic
Fuckin' with bitches over seas cause the pussy's exotic
I went from switchin' lanes in the rain
To switchin' planes with dames
Poppin' champagne, spittin' game, and gettin' brain

[Intro:]
Meanwhile, back at the rapcave!
Jumping Gee willickers rapman your never gona believe
this!
What seems to be the problem my raptastic companion?
I just found out there's a bunch of wack ass, no talent
having, swear they can
Rap, 40-something, shoulda got a job, still living with
their parents, so wack they
Couldn't even get the whole 15 minutes of fame, only
got 2 minutes perpetrating bitch ass
Motherfuckers out there on the scene trying to make
music!
Oh my God! (I know!)
Rapman will not stand for this! (Go Get 'Em!)
To the booth!
[Verse 1:]
Now let me hop up in the rap mobile, get so much pussy
in the back they should call it the cat-mobile
Everybody's worried about a deal, but I keep it real
Fucking around and I hit you in the crown with a
inevitable sound that's spreading through your town
Hold up! Gee willickers rapman I don't think they
comprehend or can begin to even understand
We don't fight crime, we fight whack rhymes, one song
at a time, line after line
Hold up! motherfucker I'm bout to roll up, pull out the
hamma on a bamma leave em tore up (oh my God!)
Yea you talk, but can you walk, let's see you put the
dough up (Cha-Ching!)
Rhymes I throw up, a little nasty bastard, people
hating on a brother just cause I mastered the flow
Like Jedi, bet I, murder it before you heard of it,
bitches I'm murking it
Go berzerk in the club while honeys twerkin it
Haters talking shit where they ain't to time for this,
you know I'm bombing this, the flow is ominous
Second I'm rhyming this, sound like a dominous.
(Ching!)
All the people that was hatin' in the beginning, know
that I'm winning, let me slip through your fingers
And now your spinning, you can check the Polaroid
pictures cause bitches I'm grinning I got it
Treat the game like a honey, I had to get inside it
Visionary of logic, is like two planets collided
I'm a lyrical miracle, matter fact a paradox
On stage while my DJ scratching like chicken pox
Never put me in your box, if your shit eats tapes
I'm not biting, only quoting one of the greats, now
The radio got me feeling disgusted, punch you in the
snotbox til your brain concussed it
Women they lust it, when they guts get busted, rip it
up and thrust it I'm the best trust it
[Hook:]
OH MY God! Rapman What have you done!?!?!?!
Why, whatever do you mean rapboy?
Not only did you kill all the whack rappers, but my
favorite ones as well what were you thinking!
Well I just had to show these motherfuckers who's in
charge
What by obliterating them?
Well how else was I supposed to let them know who's
really running shit around here
No, no, you're out of control, your drunk with power!
[Verse 2:]
Yo, let me get it, you know that I did it, my flow is
outta this world, like the alien that spit acidic
Middle finger to the critics and as fresh as a fitted,
soon as a bet, get the honeys wet never upset
When I catch wreck, like bobba fett down to collect,
doesn't even register that I ain't taken a breath yet?
{Gasp!}
Oh my God! Oh My God! West Deer Park done raised the
rap God
Maryland I'm reppin it, dare ya to step in it, none
others iller for realer the killer slash drug dealer
I get bitches erotic by slinging dick like a narcotic,
you want it I brought it, hit the club and get the
Party started, yea
The flows never ending, always ascending, while
apprehending anybody who's partially comprehending
Feeling limitless, quickly swallow the pill and
enhance, with the killer stance swallow the mic like a
neverland
All up in yo bitches pants, the second we dance I
advance, at first glance go together like lettuce and
ranch
A born winner, schooling MC's like Principal Skinner,
how I murder a kill-able syllable's are no beginner
Feeling high style running through your stomach like
hot bowel
I'm the only human being'll perfectly rap this so I'm
coming for ya head like john the baptist is this, this
The rapture, no camera can capture, annihilating
anybody that's violating by hating
I spit hotter than Satan, when he was migrating from
heaven to hell
Step to the mic and I shall prevail, finna blow your

Welcome, to some shit that's considered legendary
I'm here to put the rap game in the cemetery
They told me it couldn't happen
Ain't no way in hell you gon' make millions off of
rapping
But I'm just so determined
Catch me on the stage spitting verses like a sermon
You know I had to make them realize
Lights, camera, action, mawfucka check the real in my
eyes
Now they all looking so surprised
The dawn of a new era, like the sun had arise
Through these lyrics, I am immortalized
Strictly spiting the truth but the rest is telling more
lies
This the type of shit most people fantasize
But this the shit I used to analyze
They told me I was too underground
So I took the mic out my basement and found another
sound
I want it, I need it, I'm coming for the crown
Can't nobody stop me, I'm Rocky let's go another round
[Hook: Kanye West from "Can't Tell Me Nothing"]
I'm kinda on my Rockafella meets Nelson Mandela
Raining money, no umbrella flow
Most of these people they will never know
Watchu have to sacrifice as a person to truly grow
See I'm in love with this shorty right
But first I gotta get this story right
Cause in this business love will never last
Sold out shows, hoes, and a whole lotta ass
Damn what a concoction
But these hoes ain't an option
Cause a woman what I'm looking for
A girl with wisdom that give me brain so insane
Or maybe I'm just going insane

(Look at this nigga; little bitch; can't rap... You
white!; Mother fucking bullshit; Fuck outta' here with
that shit)
[Verse: Logic]
Baby you got me confused, with one of them other dudes
Under they breath mumblin', shout out to Spitta I'm
crumblin'
All these haters that want it homie I keep it a hundred
Never fronted while you stunting acting like you hate
it but really want it
I swear to God when they talkin' shit it just make me
smile
Cause you ain't no hater my brotha' just a fan in
denial
Every time that you hate on me I get stronger when
risen
Judgin' these lyrics by my skin homie that's racism
My momma white my daddy black but ya'll don't even
listen
Judgin' by only what you see that's (eye-tistic?)
division
And (then the end?) creates an intellectual collision
But if you listen to my words then you would see my
vision
But that's enough on that subject homie I'll make you
flaunt
On the tour bus, four of us, the weed's gone
But I ain't smokin', I'm just writin' while homies
tokin'
Playin' this game until that shit is broken
Fuckin' with honeys 'til they panties soakin'
Feelin' victorious, hella glorious, my story is gonna
be depicted by
Me and my team that's [?] that did it big like Notorius
Haters talkin' shit gon' get the (goriest?) of [?]
(Yo, that shit is whack yo;
Man what the- maaaaaan that shit was weak yo what the
fuck was he talkin' about, errything he said made
sense;
Maaaaan, that's some bullshit;
I mean- I mean you can't say much you know what I mean
like yeah he spit you know what I'm sayin' like
His lyrics is good and- you know, he kill it- with the

Yeah; pass the mic before I jack it like gore-tex
Bust like raw sex, rappers suck like vortex
The life of a Don- We living like kings, and killing our pawns
Boy, the seconds it's on – don't know where we going
I'm flowing and killing this shit from dusk til dawn
Just had sex with a Middle Eastern girl- The pussy was bomb
That last line made no sense like these rappers' careers
But I make dollars, cause I'm all about the fiscal year
Yeah; you don't like me? I'll conjure up and summon all your fears
You wanna fight me? I'll woop my own ass before you get here
Wanna write me? And tell me that my rhymes suck?
Bitch I don't give a fuck, I'll stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck
You can ask my ex, I bust quicker than two techs
Caressed by a kid with category 5 tourettes
In other words I squeeze with ease, dot my I's and cross my T's
I'm a perfectionist; the lesson is fuck everyone assessing this
It's hip-hop, not to be taken literally
However on the light of note I stayed with bills like Hilary
My flow convects, murder subjects with little respect
Best protect your neck, before you play my tape better inspect the deck
Fuck every other rapper forever ever forever since the dawn of time
Sike- I'm not that much of a dick when I rhyme
On another level like duplex, bust heads like suplex
Slaughter MC's then ask who's next...
Ey yo my crew next, but you say you next, so I guess we now
Priceless flow so even If I write it's still a freestyle
Never busting gats I ain't no gangster put that heat down
Then go and grab a mic and see if you can fuck with me now
I got that A plus flow I'm on a roll bitch I can't fail
Making money with my mind, call that shit a brain sell
Raise hell, like I'm Satan's daddy while you in here
Catch me in a tenant caddy with a bitch from Cincinnati
With the thickest fatty while I hit the gas, you lick it gladly
With the window down see other bitches blowing kisses at me
It's a fact that me and Logic rip with vicious rap to list a wrap
We spittin' crack to keep the fiends, coming back to show world
Reppin Maryland but I make music for the whole world
Seduce a chick with lyrics whenever she hear it, it make her toes curl
So sick I hope I don't hurl, if you love me let me go girl
Cause no pussy come before my flow, just had to let you know girl
Spit it so thorough and in depth, I bet I leave you impressed
Rattpack be my family, I fuck with y'all no incest
Only interest is to blow up, and watch they hands go up
Cause I used to throw shows back then but no one would show up
I ain't all about the money but I want it homie sho' nuff
Cause krispie crazy bout' the cream, you could say I'm doughnuts
I murdered my manager Chris last night
We exchanged a couple words, he said some things I didn't like
I said okay...then punched him in the face with a butcher knife
I want more like Ashton Kutcher's wife
Now can you feel it? They won't [Sinatra]
Gimme what I want, so fuck it I'ma steal it
I'll dilapidate you, grab the butter knife and decapitate you
Yeah that's what I said – huh, and bitch I did it
We all have thoughts like this; I'm just willing to admit it
I would never act upon these thoughts now, don't you get it?
It's like when a gentleman sees the baddest bitch and thinks, “I'd hit it!”
But he never says it; I'll dump your body in a dessert
It's the wrath of a psychopath clutching a razor blade in a bath
Having his last laugh, anticipating a gash- the other night I murdered captain crunch
Right in front of Toucan Sam and a whole damn bunch
That's life, what can I say? I'm a cereal killer, venereal dealer
And yes you know they ain't none other iller

I wrote a bunch of letters but, I thought it made me
look like a fool so I never mailed any of them out
I just wanna talk to you girl, mama you know a... I
just got something I wanna say...
Baby do you remember
Warm summers and cold winters
Songs by soul singers the feeling it still lingers
Elevated by my kiss as you melted between my fingers
Baby girl, sometimes I wish that I could just rewind
this shit and take it back
I had visions but they just faded black
My train of thought is on a different track
When you're in love it's hard to separate fiction from
fact
Your image in my head, and I'm tryna get rid of that
But you're always on my mind like a fitted hat
Baby girl, I wanna bring it back to puppy love
When you was sent from up above to care for me
Said that you'd always be there for me
And even though you're gone, it's like you never left
Cause you always in my heart and still take away my
breath
Can I love?
Baby girl, can I love?
I said mama can I love?
Yea, can I love?
I wanna laugh with you
Run the water and take a bath with you
Stay up late and watch romantic comedies
When it comes down to it you're my hearts commodity
Yea, and now I'm feeling like a fool
Writing love letters that you'll probably never get
And right now, I love you more than I'd like to admit
Because we're separated
Onto you this song is dedicated
I'm love sick and I need you to medicate it
Feeling devastated
I think about the past
And now I hate it
Cause all it proves it that whenever made it
Uh, see me and shorty got history like a textbook
But lately our position is changed like that sex book
Ms. Independent she the type to hold her own
Late night contemplating all alone
The kingdom is empty without the queen upon the throne
Can I love?
Baby girl can I love?
Mama can I love?
I'm a ask you can I love?
They say there's many more in the sea
But rather then go fish I play solitare
I look around and see you everywhere
But at the same you're never there
Fingers through your hair
Reminiscing bout when and where
Remember when we pulled up to that spot and did it
there
See I hate to watch you walk away
But I love to watch you come
Baby girl you're so lustful then innocent when it's
done
The love we share is like a fine wine
Cause no matter what happens, it only gets better with
time
Baby girl you're so fine that I had to take the time
To articulate this rhyme with you in mind, you're so
divine
Ain't no matter who you're fucking with
Or no matter who I'm fucking with, you'll still be mine
Will we make it? I don't know
The only thing that will tell us is time
Can I love?
Can I love?
Baby girl can I love?

I would like to make an announcement
To everybody that said I wouldn't amount to anything
In the minds of music
I told you, what did I tell you?
Didn't I tell you
Cause I told you
Mmhmm
And when did I tell you
A long time ago
And what did I say
What happen when I told you
Exactly what just happened
I love to jump up on the track
So poetic with the champagne
I'm sipping got me spitting moetic
The second I aim I det it
Now give me the credit
Cause I envision myself living in wealth
Breakfast at Tiffany's
Lunch at Louis V's
Now excuse me please
I got dinner plans oas
Killin' with ease
Young Sinatra got your girl
And now she a Bobby Soxer
Girl with nice clothes

Take some time, do it slow, tell me what you want
It's about that time, girl you know it
Tell me what you want
I know you are my girl, tell me what you want
Why act like you don't want it girl, tell me what you want
Baby girl when it comes to women I've been around the block a couple of times
But you're the only shorty that's running circles in my mind
And in this day and age that we live in, and its all defined
Why you so intellectual? Why you so damn fine, now
Hey girl, hey girl yeah I'm trying to get it
Stop it with all of these games and tell me whattup with it
Just take my hand, I'll be your man
We surrounded by infidelity in this world that we live in
But I promise I never give in, that's a given
I'm living for you and another
Just a brother trying to find a lover to cherish until he perish
With honeymoons on the stars and vacations in Paris
Don't be embarrassed if you get addicted to these kinda things
It's the finer things, fuck the haters and what the drama brings
It ain't nada, I supply the Prada and diamond rings just as long as your heart sings, so
And now we back at, shorty pussy like a drug, and she got me cornered like a crack addict
Got my mind racing, eradict
Better yet its erotic
Look at what you started, way she work it when she on top I might as well applaud it
Lord have mercy I'm trying to get it
Rip it and split it, hell yeah you know I did it
Converse then lay you down like a verse
, I'm trying to hit it
always down to keep it a hunnit
With you my feet are never on the ground, the way I'mma plummet
Headed to the summit, so tell me are you really 'bout it
I never doubt it, you're the one that I need
Apart from you my emotions begin to recede
You are everything that I have wanted and all that I need
So shorty tell me how you feelin', worth feelin', looks killin'
I need it. I'm not tryna beat it and delete it

[Hook x2]
Oh, I can't wait to say
I can't wait to say
Bitch I made it
Yeahh
[Verse 1]
Just a youngin' with a dream
Both his parents were some fiends
Living life behind the scenes
He was destined for that cream
Smoking weed, sipping liquor, skipping school
Falling quicker as he elevates with fame
All the haters they gonna bicker
Yeah, but little did he know
He was set to detonate and surely blow
That's just how the story go
Motivated just to flow
White boy with the soul of a strong negro
Let them know daddy black mamma white that's how he roll
Will he drink from the coloreds?
Will he sip from the whites?
1950s, why they fighting, fuck them both that shit ain't right
Now, raised with killers
Wolves and drug dealers
Living on food stamps and sleeping on dirty pillows
Thinking
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
I'm living every rappers dream
Motivated by my team
Now lets take it back a bit
2006, that was the scene
Spilling ink upon my paper
High as a sky scraper
Now I'm spitting so hot that I'm salivating vapor
Forced to be reckoned
Spitting at a million mother fucking words per second
With punches like Tekken
The moment the mic beckons
This is everything, all I got
And I'mma be rhyming until they drop the casket
I mastered impeccable flows that could not be captured
The God of this rap shit
I just raptured the game
I'm the man
And you might think I'm cocky but that's not me
I say that I'm the best to envision what I want
While you partied getting' drunk
I wrote endlessly for months
Now I got so many rhyme books they can't fit inside my trunk
Now I got so many rhyme books they can't fit inside my trunk
Like
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3]
A natural born killer
Egotistical pistol packing mystical blood spiller
When that full moon hit
Run the mic and I'mma leave the room lit
For the people that never gave a shit
I'mma give the world hit after hit
This is my destiny
Recipe for success is the best of me
Thank God for blessing me
With a life in this hip-hop world
And the moment that it all unfurl
Ain't no way that I'm looking back
You know I live for this, die for this
Laugh for this and I cry for this
Hip-hop metropolis
Ain't no one toppin' this
Haters ain't stoppin' this
Moment I'm droppin' this
Fans will be coppin' this
Take a moment let it sit and hall of fame is where I'm headed
Set to detonate and bitch I'm blowing up like Armageddon

[Chorus:]
You already know what I been on
You know where I be at
Cause men lie, women lie
Numbers don't I see that? (Don't I see that?)
Catch me in a private jet
Like fuck it where the weed at?
And this flight attendant got the fattest ass
You know I need that
[Verse 1: Logic]
Now these bitches say they love me
But they're just obsessed with the image
Now if practice makes perfect
Then this is a scrimmage
Cause I ain't perfect
I never said I was
But now they're hating
Cause a brotha finally got some buzz
The things that I say (Say)
The places I'm seeing (Seeing)
The people I talk to
You don't know what I mean
Even matters of love
It ain't always as it seems
Yeah there's plenty in the sea
Until you hit the mainstream
The girl that I love
The one I call my honey
Now I wonder if she love me for me
Or for my fucking money
Sometimes I think about the love
That I had in the past
I truly miss it
But It just wasn't destined to last
Cause our separation
Lit a fire under my ass
And now I'm gunning for the throne
Yeah that is my task
Just a youngin' with a dream
That acquired a team
Motivated by bad bitches
And rockin supreme
Now the whole world
Wonders what's his next move
That all depends on
What I feel that I need to improve
Tell me what you think of me
I swear it doesn't matter
Just as long as I am happy
And my pocket's getting fatter
Just watch me shatter the competition
Getting madder then all of them wishing
You couldn't of done it like I done it
Bitch I run it, Ah!
Yeah you know I do it
Like it ain't never been done
Hit the Vegas strip
And blow a million euro just for fun
To be honest I may have embellished
That last line
Chillin' with a shorty
That is so much more than fine
At the penthouse poppin' bottles
Of that hundred thousand dollar wine
I got the connect
Met 'em through the grape vine
[Chorus: first four lines x2]
You know what I been on
You know where I be at
Cause men lie, women lie
Numbers don't I see that? (Don't I see that?)
Catch me in a private jet
Like fuck it where the weed at?
And this flight attendant got the fattest ass
You know I need that
Now these bitches say they love me
But they're just obsessed with the image
You know what I been on
You know where I be at
[Verse 2: Logic]
Yeah, It's been a year
And everything I said would happen, has
New school style with old school bars
Like Alcatraz
Cause I ain't never
Second guess this music shit
I knew this shit
Was all I ever wanted, all I ever had
Born famous now it's just time to convince the world
Ditch cats, like drainage
If they disrespect it
Don't step through
I paint pictures for your mind
And bring it to life like cinematography
Say it then I do it
My whole career is a prophecy
Now, better grab your jacket
Cause in this world we live in it's cold out
And when my album hits the stores
It's sold out
Like these rapper's careers
I'm the sum of our fears
Fuck a grammy nominated
Bitch, I made it and I'm here
I said it's all about the fans, Not about the record
sells
They said it wouldn't work, I told them go fuck
themselves
Why you think I'm independent visionaries never fail
Why, Why you think I'm independent visionaries never
fail
[Chorus: first four lines x2]
You know what I been on
You know where I be at
Cause men lie, women lie
Numbers don't I see that? (Don't I see that?)
Catch me in a private jet
Like fuck it where the weed at?
And this flight attendant got the fattest ass
You know I need that
Now these bitches say they love me
But they're just obsessed with the image
You know what I been on
You know where I be at
Sinatra
"You gotta realize, a lot of the time when I talk
And I'm talking extremely cocky, I'm not talking
About myself, I'm talking about the work."
You know here I be at

Oh, oh, ah
Take it, take it, take it
Take it, take it, take it
Shawty I don't know you
But you know I'm trying to get to
Know you think I'm fine but my mind that's what gets you
Late night conversations ain't no way I'm gon' forget you
So let me lay you down, baby girl let me split you
Yes you know I want it but first time I'll get to know you
Cause this ain't about your body take my hand and let me show you
Now what we have is partnership I won't try to control you
I just want to ride, I just want to fly
I just want to take it slow
Baby you already know
I just want to take it slow
Baby girl I think I really want to speed it up
Lay you in the bed, kiss slow let me heat it up
But I promise I'll be gentle when I beat it up
Never do it on the regular but I'mma eat it up
Kiss you, touch you, tease you
Doing anything and everything I need to please you
What it is, momma let me know right now
Ain't no need to talk I just want to bite down
On your bottom lip, let your bra rip open
Never had a feeling like this and I'm hoping
We could do it again, never thought I could find heaven within
A heart of a woman and now I begin
To understand more than I did from the start
Gimme your heart, trust me with love
Baby girl that's where you fell from above
Lend me your hand, I'll be your man
I promise to do everything that I can
I'll be your Sinatra, be my Monroe
Give me your heart and I'll know it will grow
I put it on everything baby my love is yours for the taking, my darling, my drug

[Intro]
I don't want to rule or conquer anyone
I should like to help everyone if possible, Jew, gentile, black man, white
We all want to help one another, human beings are like that
We all want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery
We don't want to hate and despise one another
In this world there is room for everyone and the earth is rich and can provide for everyone
The way of life can be free and beautiful. But we have lost the way
Greed has poisoned men's souls
Sinatra
'Sinatra shot ya', god damn you'
'Is this what you want?'
Logic
'You are watching a master at work'
'You have interfered with our affairs for the last time'
[Verse 1: Logic]
Many men wish to acquire fame for the wrong reasons
Fans telling me never change, but it's harder fighting seasons
They hear me on the radio and now they yelling 'Treason!'
Cause Logic giving them mainstream verses like Ephesians
But, I never sacrificed my lyrics or my flow
There's a time and place for everything so what the fuck you yelling for?
The fame hit me quicker than previously determined
Rat Pack, real all the time, fuck a vermin
Motivated by money, sex, drugs and violence
Cause the era that we living, it was built up on defiance
What we need is alliance, but y'all don't really hear me though
So, hip-hop's a chariot and Logic's finna carry it
Stallion, coming for their necks like a medallion
Straight out of Sierra Leone
Motherfuckers it's on, I'm under your skin like cortisone
99% of these motherfuckers is bullshit
But I'm on that Bull shit, Michael Jordan
Cutting records after the show at my hotel while I'm touring
Yeah, and I ain't even 23
But my bank account can vouch, I'm balling like an MVP
Yes its me, L-O-G-I-C, I'm repping MD
Now what the fuck is a vacation? I see no satisfaction
I work 12 hours a day, every day with no distraction
7 days a week and 12 hours, that's a lazy day
Going 74 hours with no sleep, call that a crazy day
This is Manhunt, and I ain't stopping 'til y'all apprehended
Many years I have attended and finally been commended
For keeping it real so finger fuck whoever I've offended
Now, pull out the Mac and watch them freeze like PCs
I'm Celsius, never graduated so fuck degrees
I educate 'em with ease, however listener please
Don't knock that last line, school it just wasn't for me
We all different, and I'm here to make a killing
So say hello to the villain cause in this day that we living
And the nice guys finish last, I'm blowing up
Guess you could say I'm having a blast
[Outro]
'Sinatra shot ya', god damn you'
'You are watching a master at work'

We gon' Switch it up like this
[Verse 1: Logic]
Uh, Now I'm off the hook so none of y'all can debate it
Solid making music cause I never really related
To this bullshit that they spit claiming that they made
Similar to a eight guard cause I can't fade it
Use your Logic you could never evade it
I'm kinda like the Young Sinatra mixed with Sammy Davis
Already know where they are, doing the best to ever to
do it
Rhyming to improve and take rap and move it in another
direction
And spread like infection, better yet lice cause I'm
always on they mind
I'm a breed of different kind, yes I'm ahead of my
time, when it comes to the rhyme
[Verse 2: Logic]
You can catch me in the booth from dusk till the sun up
The Super Mario Flow I always get the 1 Up
Yeah we gun up, Laser gotta how we run up, [gun shots]
Not Really but it sounded tight (Shut Up)
Fuck around and steal your bitch just to get the nut up
Really what up? With everybody looking for a deal
You can call me Indy-ana Jones
And I'm headed for the throne
Going on the MJ beat
Leave me alon, e this is music
Who are you to tell me how to use it?
Never confuse it originality I'll never lose it
Maybe I'm a little psycho for hopping on this beat
But the logical part of me telling you're feeling it B
See I'm a lyrical entity blowing minds like Kennedy
With controversial lines so everybody remember me
I'm repping Maryland If you want to snap like you a
terrorist
Like you in the air... I'm just fucking around
Switch it up with various styles to keep you around
[Outro: woman]
Some people are entertainers and some people are great
entertainers
Some people are followers and some people make the path

[Intro - Renee Soul]
[Vocals]
[Verse 1 - Logic]
Listen
Yeah
Look
I wish there wasn't no system
I wish death on almost every other politician
I wish freedom for all my brothers stuck in prison
I wish people weren't led by the television
I wish the kids turned against the media
Don’t believe everything you read on Wikipedia
Africa I wish that we were feeding ya and not raping ya
wealth
I wish that people thought about somebody else before
themself
Listen, then maybe then we’d all live good B
If you need it then I got that the way it should be
Life’s nowhere near where it could be
Sometimes I wish that I was Lowkey and they come and
took me
Cause I feel kinda bad in my heart cause I feel the
first bang so it’s hard yeah we bust case
iTunes number 1 yeah forget paves
Forget any of the offers that the labels make
[Hook - Renee Soul]
I wish
I wish that all my wrongs were right
And I wish
I wish that I could change my life
So my kids
Would never have to sacrifice
Like I did
So I give
And they live
People have to realize
That we live
We’re living in some crazy times
And I wish
I wish that we would all unite
And I wish
I wish I wish I wish
[Verse 2 - Logic]
I wish for peace in every country
I wish for a stress-less life for my mummy
I wish that no kid went hungry
Cause trust me, if I had enough money
I’d fill up every hungry kid’s tummy
I wish that money gets abolished
So anyone can give everything to their kids never can’t
afford it
I wish the whole world was able to live lawless
I wish that there wasn't no such thing as being the
poorest
I wish we didn't know what more is
I wish that everyone saw everyone as beautiful and
gorgeous
I wish for a lot of things
I wish that I was young and I still played for
Kennington Kings
Look, I don’t wish for the fame or the glamour
I wish for everyone to understand us
See what I really wish for will probably never be
I wish Africa and Palestine were free
[Hook - Renee Soul]
I wish
I wish that all my wrongs were right
And I wish
I wish that I could change my life
So my kids
Would never have to sacrifice
Like I did
So I give
And they live
People have to realize
That we live
We’re living in some crazy times
And I wish
I wish that we would all unite
And I wish
I wish I wish I wish
[Vocals]
[Verse 3 - Lowkey]
I wish I could see freedom for the Irish
And I wish you could see deeper than my iris
As I write this I wish
People would define it in a way that wasn't dictated by
dividers and conquerors
Tell us conscious is what our genre is
You think their dominance is monstrous
But a bomb isn't stronger than a continent
Tell us we’re incompetent
That’s nonsense we’re just onto them
My confidence is shocking them
Not all open hands and open mouths
Dry your tears cause the pioneers of global south
That is why we’re here
Never will I appear on Oprah’s couch
Only in the press when the feds put my photo out
They wonder why the mad and young are grabbing guns
(Why?)
But you could speak with your hands if you didn’t have
a tongue
Even that’s better than sitting down sad and numb
At times I wish I was Gaberlunzie and I was about to
have a son
Scratch that had a baby girl
Live twice and bring life to this crazy world
Be on rap congrats for the new arrival
I’m stuck in Britain accustomed to living suicidal
But not for much longer
I realize that our culture is a weapon
And nowadays I’m much stronger
Simply to exist is what I wish

[Verse 1: Logic]
Bitches be pressed for paper
Chillin' with my homie sledro while he ignites the vapor
Life is a bitch and you cannot escape her
Unless you talking suicide
What the fuck you mean that I'm changin'?
Cause I finally gotta little bit of money and a range in my drive way
With a rattpack smoking on zimbabwe
Crankin' Sinatra that my way
Bitches they love it
Visionary nothin' above it
Get shorties wet when I rub it
Carbon copies they dub it
(Hook x2)
You used to hate it
Now you love it
Smile in my face?
I think nothin' of it
Yea i'll shake your hand
Kill em' with kindness
Homie this is young Sinatra at his fuckin' finest
[Verse 2: Logic]
This is for my independent women that is runnin' shit in high heels
Educated in business but majored in sex appeal
My shorty she gotta
Sportin' gucci louie and Prada
Looking beautiful in it all but I prefer nada
Yea, low maintenance and high scale
Type of shorty that when you get locked up she pay the bail
I used to follow my dreams until I caught up to em'
People talking shit but pay attention to what we doin'
It's never been done
Watch me go platinum just for fun
Far from materialistic but let me stunt son
You know what I be on, you know where I be at
The proof is within the numbers they slumber but now they react
I got 3 tapes, 0 tolerance one of the greats
Put that shit together and what you get that's where I'm from
The 301, smoking joints with your girl for fun
Stand strong and never run unless the po go for the gun like
(hook x2)
[Verse 3: Logic]
We snatch it like interception
Met the girl of my dreams, her love resembled inception
Her sign was a leo
Me, her, and music that's the perfect trio
Spanish hunny we met in rio, future lookin cleo
Bitches be braggin
So much money my pants saggin
VMG is up-to-date but these businessmen be lackin'
Eve bit the apple, steve changed the world
Getting money like zuckerburg, my bank account is sterol
I am not defined by that in which I do possess
Cause all it takes is riches to get bitches to undress
I need drive in a lady, not a girl that drive me crazy
Need a girl that don't care if a drive a honda or mercedes
Spit fire like hades, I infect it like rabies
It's all that, shout out to them 90's babies
Never hesitate to supply the heat
What 6ix produces from his chest, we call that shit a heartbeat
I'm a king, you fuckas my pawns
Shortcut to the desktop, I am your newest icon
These bitches they love it, I truly can't stress it enough
Girl got them daddy problems that's why she be actin tough
Innocent in person, but in the bed she love it rough
Running away from reality to sniff coke and puff
So, let me get it the second I spit it you know that I did it all the people wanna come around
They used to hate it, but now they love the sound

We should shine a light on, a light on
And the book I write on, write on, it was right on
They lost and I found it, we leave 'em astounded
Asking me how you so fly, yet you still so grounded?
I replied, I died inside, resurrected a beast
Leave 'em deceased, music's in my genes like a crease
Got it, capisce?, hungry as hell trying to eat now
Success is the only thing that can complete us
Grinding to free us, the beat knocking like a fetus
Close your eyes, open up your ears so you can see this
Now I've accepted I'm not from the hood
Cause selling crack and busting gats don't make my raps good
See this is me, L.O.G.I.C. repping MD to the fullest
Push us to the limit but never pull us now
I can't wait 'til I see my name in neon
That fly shit I be on flowing for eons
Every day I take chances, Celine Dion
Said every day I take chances, Celine Dion (let's get it)
I'm a diamond in a rough, but I shine like discos
Surrounded by greasy people like I doused them in Crisco
I haven't shined yet, so tell me where does the rest go?
Up a million percent until they finally hear this though
Bumping up in they city like, Oh my God this go
My business getting better every year like fiscal
Fuck a pad and a pen, a mic my only utensil
I'm original see but they trace like stencil
I stain in the game, but you fade like pencil
Biting off of my rhymes, that ain't even an insult
Cause you couldn't produce, and in the end that shit's your fault
It takes 3 millions years for a diamond to shine
I did it in 21, see I'm ahead of my time
Cause when I flow the crowd never roll cause I rock
On the road to success, haters in my blind spot

[Verse 1]
Ayo I force MC's to bleed, retreat and recede
That's the Young Sinatra creed
Killin' a track with incredible speed
And doin' it like it's nothin' or bluffin', gotta kill it everyday though
Slice MC's like Kato, gotchya head spinnin' like dreidel
Assassinate em so fatal, grip the heat and then tell ya to freeze
Gettin' chedda' at negative 30 degrees
I'm talkin' mula, money, euro, dollars, that yin
Blow it, let's spend it again, I'm livin' the life until the end
Can't comprehend what I got goin'
Never knowin' when Logic flowin', cause I'm creepin'
Like ether the way that I seep in
Swimmin' in women like the deep end
Chillin' with shorties that smoke reefer and blow like aretha
Uh, now, Sinatra said the best revenge is massive success
I guess that's women and multiple digits in excess
Ya family broke bread but my family's bread was soggy
'Til my brother's broke bricks like Mr. Miyagi
Now what the fuck...
[Verse 2]
All of a sudden I feel the inner killer emergin'
Never splurgin' bingin' money and never purgin'
Urgin' women to fuck on the rug cause it's imported Persian
Then bypass matters of the heart like a surgeon
Now, it's hard to ball when there's problems within the inner circle
One moment they cool as Stephan and flip it like Urkel
Or flip it like keys, yeah they flip it like ki's
From drug lord's overseas that export it with ease
Bitch please we stack cheese so old it's mold
I'm 'bout that money so excuse me if my heart is cold
The magnum? deployed, then I destroy mattresses
Late night love affairs with New York City actresses, I
Broke in the game and destroyed the first couple stages
Visionary takin' over regardless of our ages
Makin' history today to solidify in the pages of tomorrow
The industry is fucked, nothin' but sorrow but I'm
Playin' for keeps in other words no need to borrow
So you can keep your advances, wack hooks, and pop dances
Don't get me wrong, I'm all about the mainstream
As long as I sign the deal I want and have the same team
And now they trippin' like a flight to Vegas
Tellin' me that I'll never make it and this shit is outrageous
Now what the fuck...
[Verse 3]
Therefore you never mourn like a memory repressed
MC's digest quicker than bullets shot from a gat with the barrel suppressed
One to the dome, two to the chest
If by chance they got a vest, however nevertheless
I'm lookin' for that real deal, shit that make me feel
Pleasure and pain, ain't no way to measure the game
I got haters in 57 languages watch me vanquish this
The come up, bust quicker than 357 caliber
Sharp as Excalibur, crushin' muthafuckas like Galaga now
Time is money, something you can never recoop (recuperate)
So stop wastin' mine, hit rewind and then fuckin' regroup
Never messed with them chicken heads, but watch me in the coup
Never in public cause I'm a studio fiend
Rockin' diamonds and gettin' money, we call that ice cream
Now, allow me to give you the scoop, shit I'll make it a double
I came up around more rocks than Barney Rubble
Murderers and drug dealers, I knew it no rebuttal ain't no need to claim it
Picked up the heat but never aimed it now
Jay gave us The Blueprint, I lay the foundation
Tell ya what I'm facin', bars like incarceration
Cause my mind is always racin', ain't no time for vacations
I'm never pacin', unless I'm on the phone talkin' business, get wit' this
Best witness like Christmas, I'm fuckin' rappin'
Walkin' the spot and all these haters go for the dap and I never carried them
Kill 'em with kindness then bury 'em, yeah!
I was born with talent, ya'll gave me the gift
And now I pull more strings than guitar rifts
Now what the fuck...

[Hook: Childish Gambino]
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh.
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like uh, uh, uh.
[Verse 1: Logic]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me get it right now
Let me get you aroused
Baby you been on my mind for a while now
I just wanna take some time
Write this rhyme
With a beautiful woman like you in mind
Baby be mine
Im trying to find what makes you tic, can we talk
Maybe walk around the park
Trust me girl I stand up hard
All women ain't bitches and all
Men aren't dawgs even though we bark
Cause I just want to get to know you
Maybe run around and show you
What a gentlemen is
Yeah, tell me what it do
Shawty I'm coming for you
Ain't talking about sex
I'm talking about something from above
I'm talking about love
Talking bout love, love, love (love)
Yeah
Now that you know that I'm for real
It's the perfect time to kill
Any fear that you may have
Baby girl I won't be mad if you ain't feeling it
But if you down you better believe I'm killing it
Take it to the crib on that late night drilling it
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Logic]
Wait a second, hold up
How you think I got this name
I'm all about the brain
Why you think they call me (Logic)
Ok, condom in my pocket
Lay on the bed let me rock it
Please don't stop the spit from profit
But this right here on the house
Fuck the bed, we cutting on the floor then later on the couch
Ladies give out 'till I gets it in
Make you scream and make you grin
From the very beginning from the second I'm in
I'm trying to tease you let me please you
Baby girl you know I need you
Do you like it, never had it
Putting work with this one right here
Yeah you know it's just for fun
Give it to you like I was trying to conceive a son
I gets it done then I'm ready for more
Ain't no telling where we'll go
But one thing that I know fo sho
This angel has no halo
I don't play no games
You can ask my ex I never eat the box
But if I control her I may select some freaky shit to start
Then bring it back
We can go for hours girl I never slept
Tell me how you want it
Face to face or rough and from the deck
Just like that she gon' overwork me if I let her
But I don't give a damn I just wanna feel better (ay)

Will I make it I don't know
From the bottom of my heart I swear to God I gotta blow
This for every time the world told me no
If I don't make it in this game I ain't got nowhere else to go
From the drama to the hoes
From the records to the shows
I gotta make it, and if they don't give me what I deserve
Then I'm a take it, I've been underrated, underestimated and hated
But I can't wait to look back and say that I made it
Cause nowadays everyone's a rapper and I hate it
Y'all don't kno-oh-oh-oh-kno-oh-oh-oh
Said y'all don't kno-oh-oh-oh-kno-oh-oh-oh
I had to face my demons and embrace all of my fears
While you was out partying, chilling and sipping on some beers
I was sacrificing adolescent years
Blood, sweat, and tears to find out what music really is
And now I'm feeling, I'm feeling like the moment has arrived
With Bobby is no longer living and Logic has revived
From his ashes, music, money, liquor
I'm fucking passed this lyricism that's driven from a mass to you bastards
Just another day, living in the hood
Just another day around the way
Feeling Good today, feeling lovely
All I ever wanted was some financial security
And now I fuck with bitches just to match my insecurities
Cause pussy ain't nothing, but my heart is sure full of something
Now I'm, colder than ever, pushing through any weather
High score flow, ain't none of y'all close to my level
Mental state of a winner in the shoes of a beginner
Visualizing my horizon through the eyes of a sinner
Noticing how the line between me and fame is getting thinner
You know my steelo, busting shots like free throws
The young bandito, cutting records like they was kilos (ha)
Is it a blessing that I'm messing with girls that wanna undress in the back of my car
Or is it just cause I'm a star?
Or is it just cause I'm a star?
5 foot 7, looked like she fell from heaven
With an ass hotter than the devil
Please call a reverend
She was black and asian
Part Hispanic and part amazing
Women they feen' us
Merely because we are the keenest
My heart only has one love like Serena and Venus
You know I under mean this genius with the bigger {ay, ay, ay}
See baby girl I know you got some problems
Just know I'm here to solve 'em, revolve 'em, cock 'em back and dissolve 'em
I swear I take care of all them but you gotta trust it
Love it, open your heart before you lust it

Uh uh uh, yeah, V's up mafucker what it is
Visionary we're takin over the whole biz
All over your city like we in the blow biz
Never go hollywood even though we in show biz
Baby girl, I just wanna give it to you like you never
had it
When it comes to music I'm an addict
And killa, ain't anotha illa for relida that's where
the dilla
Rest in peace the best were beats
And I thought I'd bring da heat like five oh
Puttin records right when I'm in cabo
Logic got more verses than the bible
I'm liable to murder anybody that pretend to be a
contender
There's no better than us, the second we bust they
guts, you'll trust but we get it in
Cutting records like I give a damn, you can kill me but
my music it will live again
Ratt pack, six months on a track
Remedy on a visual, so you know it's a rap
I'm murder, bringing shit that you ain't never heard of
I'm goin in raw no contraception, red dead redemption,
no need to mention
I'm a, murder to beat, homie word on the street, you a
bitch
I plan to get rich cause my mix tape sound like an
album, your mix tape sound like shit
I don't give a damn, I am not cocky, I am balboa even
when the road is rocky
Chillin "al moco", ya you know I gotta go, west deer
park where I started ten years ago
Every time I see a hata they wanna get physical, why?
cause when a girl see me we get physical
When I cuss a woman, I'm a mac you're a dell, pick up
the mic and I shall prevail
[x2:]
When the tide is high and the lights are low, you feel
like there's no where to go
And when the stars align and the sky explodes, I'll be

Yeah, yeah, yeah I'mma get it right now, and never will I give up
Homie, this is food for thought, you better fill up
I'm coming in strong but this song ain't very long
So I gotta make you understand before the beat is gone
Homie you are not alone, we are in the zone
We are in The Matrix, full of that fake shit
Make you wanna grab the gat and go ape shit
Living in a world of lies I can't take it
Needed someone to save me, Needed someone to hug me
Needed a whole world but nobody would love me
And I learned from this that people wanna buck me
And I've learned from this, to put no one above me
I said I can't take it I know I'm gonna make it
I know I'm not normal but I gotta fake it
I swear I'm not cocky, I am just confident
That when I step on the stage I am dominant and now I am beggin'
Beggin', beggin' you
Put your loving hand out baby
Beggin', beggin' You
Put your loving hand out darling
Sick of living in the dark so I'm begging for the light
Feeling like I'm in a fight every single time a write
Cos I gotta make sure that they hear me right
Told me that I couldn't do it so when I pick up the mic
I gotta kill it with something so real that when they hear it
They can feel what's in my soul
Lyrical cocaine yeah homie I got a blow
But first they gotta know who I is
So I'm begging for recognition on the mission just to do it big
Cos I ain't new to this I'm true to this
Thinking I'mma stand up and roll out Homie that's ludacris
Not here to play no games, I'm here to stay and make a change
In major ways so I remain
I'm in the studio for days and days
Spittin' out these razorblades, don't wanna place no blame
But without you, I couldn't get to where I'm heading
So to everybody, I'm begging
Yeah, Yeah, I said this is my path don't mess with me
I didn't choose this life it was destiny
God tested me to find the best of me
And I know I'm going to make it even without a degree
Cus the test scores don't mean shit to me
And when you said that I would fail it didn't get to me
Now I'm begging, public masses, please
I'm way too proud to get down on my knees
But I'm begging, put me on the level
Fuck Illuminati, that's word to the devil
Cos I am not about that, I just wanna love
I just wanna grow, I just wanna learn
The passion, it burns to write this music
I'm so late that I just might lose it
But don't ever confuse it, it's all so worth it
I just wanna help hip-hop, not hurt it
And as for my style I don't know how to word it
Why do you even have to catergorize me?
Fuck it let em hate, let 'em all despise me
Cos I'm gonna take this, fill it up and make this
Something that the whole word cannot imagine
Let alone fathom I'm from another planet
I swear I'm not manic, listen to me dammit

[Verse 1: Logic]
Yeah, alright, yo
A couple days ago
I met the illest latina
Her demeanor was unexplainable
You shoulda seen her
Thick thighs, nice ass
Body like an hourglass
Didn't hesitate to break a brother
Next second she passed
I was like, “What's up?”
To which she replied
“How you doin'?”
I said de nada momma
But your beauty I'm persuin'
And I said I'm about to win the lottery
She asks “How?”
I said, “Your seven digits right now”
And made her smile
Now we conversing
And she feelin' my style
I can tell by the way she talkin'
That she down to go the mile
Had a couple drinks
Now we headed back to her place
The shade of red from her lipstick all over my face
I'm tryin' to hit, split it
Baby girl you gonna let me get it?
She said, “Hold up ok, I don't get down like that”
I said I know beautiful girl
But I get down like that
So let me heat it up, heat it up
Go crazy and beat it up
“Damn papi, how you even know I like it rough?”
The way you was feelin' on me
When kissing revealed enough
I wanna scratch you, provoke you
Bite you, choke you
But just a little, bite your legs
Dick up in the middle
“Hold up, wait a second
Nigga, you gotta condom?”
Come on beautiful girl of course I've got protection
I stay with Magnums and I ain't talkin' Smith and Wesson
I keep undressin'
Girl I'm about to teach you a lesson
After I hit it she says
“Bobby I have a confession
I think I love you!”
I said “ What the fuck?”
Thinkin' to myself
Damn, I shoulda never cut
Kissed her on the cheek
Hit the lights, then she fell asleep
So I snuck out the bathroom window on the creep, like
(The next day, the next day, the next day, the next day, yo
The next day, the next day, the next)
[Verse 2: Logic]
Yeah, yeah, yo
Now I'm out the door
Downtown is where I'm about to go
Got a meeting with my boy Chris
About a dope show
So I hail a cab, jump in
But so does some girl
Beautiful, pretty eyes
With luxurious curls
I said “No fair”
She smiled and said
“ Why don't we share?”
What a success
Lookin' at her chest
Thinkin' if her breasts was a test
She would fail
Fresh tip nails
Type of ass make a brother
Train of thought derail
As we converse
I could tell that she feelin' my style
Get the pussy wet
That's the mission
As long as she listen to my words
Feelin' on the curves
Only lips I'm thinkin' bout kissin' is hers
I can barely fight the urge
Only thing that matter right now
Is these two verbs
I'm talkin' me and you
So fine, I'd think I'd start seeing you
Her body was a work of art
Like Hieroglyphics
Too much detail to go into specifics
I'm diggin' shorty
Like an archeologist
Tryin' a bone
Searchin' for a queen to take the throne
The type of girl to love
And call her my own
[Verse 3: Logic]
I'm just a bachelor (bachelor)
Looking for a bachelorette
Baby, maybe you can persuade me
To give you love
You couldn't imagine yet
Kiss you on the neck
Then I sedate the pussy like a vet
Got the shorty rollin' like a movie set
Take her to the Rio
I'm not talking about G-burg
I'm talking De Janeiro
Spend deñero like its reverb
Expansion
Couple kids running round the mansion
Day dreamin'
Getting ahead of my self
Advancin'
But, come on. girl
Now come on give me love
I know we just met but
Romance is like a drug
You know we go together
Like sympathy and hugs
So I write this girl
A symphony
And tell her that I love
Her everything
Girl I love your everything
You know I love your everything
I said I love your everything
Yeah, love your everything

*Laughs* Yo this joint here, is for all my homies that I got
You know what I'm sayin', smoke to this joint, vibe out be cool
Created a little soundtrack for when they high
You used to hate it, now you love it
Smile in my face, I think nothing of it
Yeah I'll shake ya hand, kill 'em with kindness
Homie, this is Young Sinatra at his fuckin' finest
So spark it up, and get lifted
Please check the rappin', you know that I'm gifted
Pretty perfume, I love to sniff it
She love the stick, and the way I shift it
Automatic, in the rain
Switchin' lanes, like I switched dames
Bitches love it, and I don't know why
Maybe cuz they, so god damn high
Smoking on that green, got my mind faded
Sleeping on my dreams, that's until I made it (Logic)
Cuz' Bitches want it (Logic)
And women need it (Logic)
MC's, we leave 'em depleted (Logic)
[ Logic] x2
Yeah you know we fly, never fallin'
Well rounded, so you know we ballin'
Women love us, fella's hate us
I ain't perfect, but I know that I'm one of the greatest
So I'm back again, like I never left
If you really wanna get it girl we can meet up, high price hotel most def
It's official make that pussy whistle, like a ref
And if I die tonight, what a sweet death
So I'm living large, supersize
If you want beef, I'mma leave you fries
Complimentary suits, Complimentary rides
It's all free, no charge like my phone died
I remember times, highschool
Chasing dimes, like a fool
Smoking bud, Sticky Icky
Only fuck with dank, Yeah your boy was picky
If the bag was light, Told 'em call me Ricky
Cuz' you got some explaining to do!
Then we would kick it, with some pretty girls
Skipping school, making music for the whole world (Logic)

Ayo, I'm living abroad like the baddest bitch you've ever seen
Ain't about that hybrid shit but I'm all about the green
Making so many moves I need a dose of Dramamine
For rap I'm a fiend, come and test my team
I school MC's cause I'm the motherfucking dean
My cerebral cortex force, my trigger finger reflex
To bust Tecs like raw sex, ain't no tellin' what's next
I sling mixtapes like crack rocks
Watch snow bunnies chillin' in the backdrop, discussin' how the track rocks
Goddamn, I'm a miraculous man
And if I wasn't Logic, I'd be his number one fan
Beware I'm spittin' fire cause the world is in dire need of an MC to admire
And set the bar higher
So I conspire, within my mind just had a friar
The rap Messiah, fresh to death so peep the attire
Feelin' like B Rabbit when he slaughtered the Lotto
Get money, fuck bitches, and respect women is the motto
You say potato, I say potato
You call 'em rappers but all I see is comedians
My future's lookin' XXL, they shit is medium
Call me Bobby Kennedy the way I fuck with Marilyn
MCs approach, take notes, and then I bury them
I'm out of this world, my studio's the planetarium
The way I flow, this shit is slicker than butter
The second I utter lyricism that leave all the rest in the gutter
I thought I told ya'll I'm the best, d-d-did I stutter?
I'll hit your mom in the head with a car bomb just to blow her mind like Vietnam
Had a myspace account but my only friend was Tom
When I eat pussy I pretend that I'm speaking in Islam
Psych, It's a joke I swear that I'm not racist
To be honest I'll murder you no matter what color your face is
Punch you in the face if I catch you slippin' in braces
You want beef? I'll choke you to death with your own shoelaces
Psych, I swear I'm not a violent guy
Once upon time I brought a Super Soaker to a drive-by
Full of Kool-Aid and warm piss
My buzz is growing every day and when the swarm hits
Million dollar trips, sex at the Ritz
So rich I'll make bitches show Charlie Murphy their tits
Blow the competition to bits, leavin' the enemy lit
But I'm out cause there's women to please and money to get

(Uh, yeah)
Various listeners is wishing this death
Don't give a damn, I'm reppin' Young Sinatra till my last breath
Easily my darkest confession is lyrical agression
Through indiscretion that triggers anti-depression
With addressin' my profession in every session
The fact that I'm alive is such a blessing
Sippin' wine while these honeys undressin'
What I'm about to say is highly confidential
And in the music industry today, very essential
So bust out your pencil, you can do it on your own
Stop thinking that these labels is the ones that put you on
Let's change the topic, Who's your favorite rapper?
I'm the top pick, ha
The flow is elegant, never irrelevant
How many times must I say this?
Cock back and spray this, never delay this
I pray this, reaches the masses
And spread like cancer on they asses
Now, allow me to catch wreck, bust rhymes like tech
Put me in your box and I destroy the deck
(Life's a bitch and then you die
I used to bust tables, now I bust rhymes
Life's a bitch and then you die
Swear to God I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra)
(Uh, uh, uh yeah, yo)
Whipin' through Cabo with a Murcielago
Dodging paparazzi with the finest dime I met in Chicago
The baddest Bobby soxer that you ever seen, reppin' my team
We real all the time, so my squad keen, bing
Dave, it's me Sinatra and my boy Dean
The way we (winning) I can't believe there isn't a Sheen
And pregnant women listen and they give birth to a fiend
I spit narcotic epidemic all up in your genes
In layman's terms I disperse your verse, you ever seen
Assassinate rappers the moment that they intervene
While you in the alley playing dice
I'm in the yacht contemplating plans for the next diamond heist
All thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by being hated, sleeping on the brother like they heavily sedated
Some say I'm one in a million, I say I'm one of a kind
Only cocky when I rhyme, I'm Muhammad in his prime
(Life's a bitch and then you die
I used to bust tables, now I bust rhymes
Life's a bitch and then you die
Swear to God I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra)
Yo, Address the mic and start spillin' like I hit the vein
Back in the day they used to sleep on me like Tryptophan
Touchdown now the city screamin' my name
I flow gunshots and break fingers just to shift the pane
The weather, hate em', I levitate em' like David Blaine
Black Ops state of mind, play the game like campaign
Bumpin' Santana in a finest cope of Cabana
In Havannah with a honey by the name of Hannah
Wearing nothing but a bandana
Pussy wetter than Louisiana
You know the deal, piece the milk bone, I keep it real

Everybody like (Hey!) are you ready to go? Ready to go
Everybody like (Hey!) are you ready to go? Ready to go
(Hey!) Are you ready to go? Ready to go
Everybody like (Hey!) are you ready to go? Ready to go
On my Charlie Sheen, homie, yes I am a winner
And when it comes to making music, I am no beginner
Hit the stage and get wild, my braniac's loud
Call me 007 because I bond with the crowd
You shine like a star but I sun it
50 keep it a 100, homie you know I run it
The game needs change and Logic can break a 100
I had a shorty to bun it, until she didn't want it
So I focused on the flow and they gon' put me on the map
With a pocket full of change, every day a different dime
Only fuck with golden girls and I ain't talking Lifetime
When I rhyme they up on me cause they seen how I'mma shine
Now you may be wondering how my raps rock
Cause I'm so fifth key to the right of Caps Lock
And when my tracks drop I'mma be sipping Ciroc
With a whole skyline chilling in the backdrop
Shit, nigga I was born ready
And I swear I'm what these rappers can't bear, warn teddy
My Pro Tools bouncing like a '64 Chevy
I'm trying to win fast y'all on that Eddie
Plus Carl and Harriet, G is how I carry it
Been in it for miles, don't believe ask Darius
Running this beach like Chariots of Fire
I aspire to be higher than these superficial liars
The attire I acquire cost a grip, buy your pliers
I'm a ball out and die in Maryland, Len Bias
Apply a sire to my name, yeah Normoyle
I foil from slick talk, yeah trip of that oil
Toying with girls feelings, lord forgive me I need healing
I know you said it's wrong but a long would make a killing
Hit the bong I hit the ceiling, hit the drink I hit the floor

1: Logic]
Yeah, this is my vision
Written without second thought or revision
The type of shit that affect you like an oncoming collision
That just make you freeze, drop to your knees and beg em;
Please lord forgive me for gripping a semi now
When searching for God all I ever do is stare up
While Satan sending me women wearing nothing but they hair up
Got the condom on the dresser, I can't wait to undress her
Would you think lesser of me if I did it?
Cause I get lonely, I'm human, and boy it's been a minute
Fresh out the states, surrounded by women that wanna hit it
But should I take the pussy just cause I could get it?
Or do I want something that's more committed?
God damn, it's hard to admit it
As you focus on the little things, the bigger ones will get you
So I minimize the negatives to see the bigger picture
I get richer while you fuckers hate,
So keep it up and watch a young brother elevate
I'm black and white but racism I still cannot evade
I never understood the concept, even to this day
You know we're all the same in the eyes of a blade
Because when men share blood it's to the same shade
That's why I'm just a man homie
Flesh and blood, I'm just a man
But I don't think they understand homie
I ain't perfect, I'm just a man
Y'all think I'm more than just a man
I contemplate on the daily if I'll survive and strive
To be the greatest lyricist dead or alive
I gotta prevail
That's my word like excel
Went from a small town in West Deer Park to XXL
Now we shopping at Louis V, back in the day it was Ross
They calling me the savior, hope they don't give me the cross
Now that's the realest shit you ever heard
Never in the streets but I was closer than the curb
Do you feel me?
Whole world wanna kill me
Signed a deal but I'm still me
In five years will I still be?
Ever since I was a youngin this is all I've ever wanted
Always kept it real while they perpetrated and fronted
I was in the studio while they was gettin' blunted
Always have my doubts but deep down I knew I'd run it
Sportin' Armani like menage a trois that's double breasted
A lot of time I've invested and never once have I rested
Feeling nervous like when you getting tested
The game is over saturated, completely infested
The greatest story ever told, realest song ever written
To hell with a Plan B, motherfucker I ain't kiddin
I''m just trying to get this money, I'm just trying to get paid
That's the type of mentality put careers in the grave
Fuck how much you made
What's it worth if your memory fades?
Now I ain't perfect, on occasion I'm strayed
It's been forever since I prayed
And I guess today is the day,
So I step in the booth and treat that shit like a confession
Thinking back as I reminisce,
Wondering; does God even exist?
A man of faith but mentally I feel at risk
What you want from me, where am I supposed to go?
Seems like you never talk, tell me how I'm supposed to know?
I'm just a man, I ain't perfect
Is this life even worth it?
It's time to dig up the past so fuck it let's unearth it
Like my childhood, living free like a child should
Remember the time I opened the bedroom door crack?
And saw my daddy smoking more crack?
No food in my house, we just couldn't afford that
Momma drinking, sleeping until five
But she always seemed to get up whenever men arrived
Feeling alone at like eleven
Segregated from the other kids like it was 1957
I've loved, I've hated, I've cried, I've died inside
I've resurrected but don't neglect that I've modified
I'm stronger, faster, better than ever before
And everything I've been through can honestly assure

[Verse 1: Logic]
Yeah fast cars with iPods in them
Young Sinatra what they blastin like a beretta
V for Vendetta, bitches sit and play to get wetter
Haters talking shit but then they study every letter
I'm the first draft pick with the last laugh bitch
See I'm angry on the track but I deserve to be
Cause all these rappers with no talent wanna murder me
You've been talking shit ain't even heard of me
I went from park benches at night, to first class
flights
Yeah, that's what you call takin' shit to new heights
Put the 750 in reverse like Benjamin Button
We've been doing it for years and they down all of a
sudden
[Hook: Logic]
Bobbysoxer doing 120 in the corvette
Watch your boy blow up in front of your eyes, war vet
Give a fan nothin' but fire, now they want more of it
Everybody want my album it ain't in stores yet
[Verse 2: Logic]
I keep it real all the time like my crew
When I rhyme just to kill it in it's prime
With that predator state of mind, I'm set to detonate
Stack my bread and watch the paper escalate
Don't test my fate, Logic finna blow like Mary Kate
I play my role like Shakespeare
Ratt Pack ain't no fakes here
I conceal my talent like a 357
And ever since I was 11 I've been a G
Chillin on the low key, incognito
Manipulate the steel like Magneto
Smacking suckers like mosquitoes
Dispersing verses like a kilo
I'm Michael, the king, you fuckas is Tito
Versace frames with the green shades I only see dope
Falling like a free throw you know my stylo
I once was a prince with the vision of a king
Now I run the whole thing not defined by the bling
Exterminate the fakes like crooked Jakes, killing for
high stakes
Guarantee it is my fate to be, remembered as one of the
greats
No matter what it takes boy I'm a give it my all
Like Jordan when he balled, never stumbled never fall
lyrical medicine
Repeat the formula until I get it right like Edison
(Edison)
Now step into my mind as I calculate lyrics like
Einstein
The way he manipulated numbers I manipulate the rhymes
Like E=MC squared nah
E= Eater of MCs beware
Watch me shine in the darkness like a flare
Married to the game, I'm the heir to the throne you
been watching
[Hook: Logic]
Bobbysoxer doing 120 in the corvette
Watch your boy blow up in front of your eyes, war vet
Give a fan nothin' but fire, now they want more of it
Everybody want my album it ain't in stores yet
[Verse 3: Logic]
Walk into a room and they staring at a brother like
What up, what's the next move, should I improve
On some shit I never gave a fuck about before
Let relationships end up cause all I do is flow
See I'm a selfish motherfucker I already know
Don't try to tell me what I'm not
Bitch I'll conquer the globe
I sacrificed my whole childhood to explode
I want this more than what's under Mila Kunis' robe
Meanwhile Daddy's lil' girl asking for more money
But little did he know the bread was for blow money
What's in store, money, soldout shows and hoes fo me
I can't fade, this the only reason I was made
To follow my dreams and manipulate these rhyme schemes
like a genius spittin the meanest
I done seen this as a child 10, 000 people in the crowd

I am literally in a air right now
Reppin' every store this
First class, i am so new at this
Used to ride a metro, Now that shit is retro
Like the infrareds on my feet baby lets go
Sinatra what they know me by, Logic what they call me
Gotta catch a flight but the fans wanna stall me
Life of a don, Change is gone,
Always in the lab with the fresh kicks on
I'm at the MGM rockin' MCM
Bobbysoxer on my own it's only 10 PM
Got my RATTPACK WITH ME goin' ham at the hotel
Name brand, Everything fuck a wholesale
No, I am no materialistic
I was broke my whole life and no i don't miss it
Last seven years of my life was in the lab
Workin' every day, givin' it everything I had
Now that a brother is finally recognized
I will not live a lie like hypnotized
Everybody be sure, I will always want more
Does anybody make real shit anymore?
Grind never stops like i'm running from the cops
It's hard to stay humble when your force fed props
But i don't give a damn, I am just a man
I am not more important than any one of my fans
First name Bobbysaw i'm all about the hundreds
Work so hard everybody think i'm bluntin'
Gunnin' hard with the mask and glock
And i'ma stay with that shit click til the casket drops
Finna' blow in the next three years tops
Talkin' world wide not just hip hop
Rappers now days so flip flop
Talk about you around the world
Motherfucker kick rocks
I am on the come up, headed to the top
Reppin' MD and never will i stop
Me and the crew v's up Visionary what it do
Step to the mic, lyricism unsew
We go hard, only on campus when i wanna study abroad
Guess that's why they wonder if i go there
All the groupie bitches wanna put their fingers through my hair
Can't feed the thirst, Chill out woah there
Let me get it, Let me bring it back
Haters talkin' shit but i can't watch shit when they doin' that
Yes i am presumin' that
Number one album, Worldwide and fuck it will i doubt 'em

[Intro]
Dead Presidents III, Not to be confused with Growing Pains III
Logic this logic that, Logic sick, Logic wack
Logic just don't give a fuck, RATTPACK
[Verse 1: Logic]
So many people think that rap is they calling, stop it just cease
Got-a-ca-peashe this is my house you fuckers just lease
Waitin' on a record deal that's never cumming like a priest
Black and white like a nun
These up-and-comers our sun
Like the break of dawn
So follow your father like an apostle paint pictures like a Picasso while bitches uncover my fossil
Never knowin what's gon follow
However we never wallow in our sorrow
Just pray for tomorrow
At times my heart could be hallow
Emotions forced to be swallowed
While neighborhood cats blast star gas like the apollo
This is just a simple reminder as my lyrics force you to ponder
Life's a bitch and I heard she'll fuck you so I'm trying to find her
One moment she'll love you then swallow you whole like an anaconda
The bitch is kinky, kind of
So with the lift of a pinky I'mma
Dominate the world like my name is brain
Spit flame like propane
Bitches I overcame you know the name
Ink in my veins, inflames, and spew on the page, to numb the pain like Novocain, mutha fucker
[Hook]
I'm out the presidents to represent me (get money) X8
[Verse 2: Logic]
Allow me to kill it off the brink like no traffic
Murderin' every demographic
Paint a picture using only blood to make sure that it's graphic
Rip the mic to set the example
While all these mu-fuckers testin my patience like blood samples
Constant thoughts of suicide, where living in an area that's do or die
Society expects us to fail, I'm talking about you and I
But we persevere force fear enemies truse saying "we want nothing but peace and if not we leave em deceased"
In your central nervous system like heroine reppin' maryland to the fullest
Bustin like bullets that travel through chambers that are ignited by triggers don't pull it
I go from point A to point B by keeping it G
Ain't no killer but don't push me
If you grab the heat you a pussy
Buckle up and tell me how you feel, forget the steal
I have not a single enemy
Only evil entities that have some how befriended me, In they mind
Cuz I am just a mortal man of peace that can rhyme
And when it comes to dame's I catch plane's
They catch feelins
Haters keep my name in they mouth like villains
High as a cellin
Ya'll really don't know who your dealing with now
Visions of livin' until my flesh is perished and my spirit is risen
I'm thankful for every breath I'm givin
Fuck social division
On the road to success and their ain't no time for collision
People ask "how you get your flow so amazing"
To which I reply "I have yet to scratch the surface like abrasions"
Haters taken shots but I never graze em
Now if pro is the opposite of con
What's the opposite of pro-gress
I love my country but that shit a mess
Grew up on sex and they that I can attest
And how they wonder why I claim I'm the fucking best
[Hook]
I'm out the presidents to represent me (get money) X8
[Verse 3: Logic]
Now if I don't believe it y'all won't perceive it
Now run it back and retrieve it
Till you receive it in your mother f*ckin mind
Only 22 but I feel like I'm 99
Back in 1999 that's when I began to rhyme
Surrounded by narcotics and crime but you know I shine
Daddy was smokin crack I was raised by a single mom
Fastin every night I ain't talking bout no Ramadan
I was poor as fuck me and my momma didn't have a dime
At 16 the school system dismissed him and wished him well
But my momma never fought it, how the fuck could I prevail?
So I focused on this music and used it to create a life of my own
I left home at 17
Shortly after my momma got stabbed by fucking around in the streets
But she still breathin which gives me a reason to believe in a higher power instead of grieving
So many rappers biting me you would think they was teethin

I got a date with destiny
My heart says yeah but can't convince the rest of me
I tried so hard to make it with no recipe
My selfish ways caught up and got the best of me
I need redemption no need to mention my past
Cause all that matters now is bigger than diamonds and cash
The glits the glamore the lights the camera the action
The stage the fans the speakers blastin'
You know I'm wanted I need it don't doubt it I can't live without it
It's just everything I dreamed of
It's everything I've ever wanted
But is it really truly in my plans
Or did God mix up my blue prints
Did he have it right there in his hands?
Anybody give me a hint
I can feel it now I know it's coming
And I don't give a fuck what anybody say
I've fallen I've risen I chose to select to dismiss an incarnation through these bars created-a prison
And I intend to do the time and the sentence that's given
25 to life yeah that's how I'm living
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever make it
But there's only way I'mma know
I'm like a seed planted in the dirt
Feels like I've been waiting forever to grow
And maybe today is the day
And maybe tonight is the night
But one thing that I know for sure

Aye girl
[Hook]
Aye girl
It's obvious you fine
I just want to know what's deep inside your mind
Maybe we can play girl
I hope you ain't got no man
If you do I understand
But I'm tryna make plans
That body one of a kind
I'd be lyin
If I said I wasn't tryna make you mine
I can give you my number you can give me what ever we'll have a hell of a time
[Verse 1: Logic]
What up baby girl won't you come here
I put it on my life I seen you some where
Where you stay at I'll come there ha
Ain't no stalking shit
I just want to talk and shit
Maybe grab a bite then after walk a bit
I just want to converse
Come on baby ain't no need to disperse
Shorty got that type of beauty that inspire this verse
So whats up
I'd be lyin if I said I didn't want a cup but it's deeper then that getting knee deep in the cat
I'm looking for that ride or die type of women it's what ever
I can be your king you can be my correta
Ain't no better
Get you wetter
Fuck em all
Think outside the box baby girl you know I ball
Yes you know I want it all
So make that shit a double
This is Young Sinatra and I'm rising from the rubble
People never say whats on there mind Im like fuck a muzzle
Cause I got the feeling your the missing piece to my puzzle
[Hook]
Aye girl
It's obvious you fine
I just want to know what's deep inside your mind
Maybe we can play girl
I hope you ain't got no man
If you do I understand
But I'm tryna make plans
That body one of a kind
I'd be lyin
If I said I wasn't tryna make you mine
I can give you my number you can give me what ever we'll have a hell of a time
[Verse 2: Logic]
What ever she wants I let her pick it like a fence from the suburbs everything coach but her plane ticket yea heard
We real all the time that's my word
Catch me in the cut tryna book her like a nerd
She a red bone bobby soxer
I had to stop her ha
Shorty a dime so you know I'm tryna cop her
Pop a bottle at our table periodically
Now check the science of that last line do it logically
No stopin me
I bet she would've never guest I never
Graduated
Cause the way I put my words together she infatuated
Mama I don't want know drama and I'm serious
Pause like a coma for I end it like a period now
Girl dont treat me like your ex man
Ima beast on the track but if I am your next man
Ima treat you tender
Take it slow like one video render
I remember
When I seen you for the first time
It was special like when I wrote my first rhyme
So if all I do is grind and never sleep
Then how in the hell is me and the girl of my dreams supposed to meet
[Hook]
Aye girl
It's obvious you fine
I just want to know what's deep inside your mind
Maybe we can play girl
I hope you ain't got no man
If you do I understand
But I'm tryna make plans
That body one of a kind
I'd be lyin
If I said I wasn't tryna make you mine

[Hook]
Life of a don
Top 5 Mc's you gotta rewind me
This what ya'll been waitin' for ain't it. x2
[Verse 1: Logic]
Chilling with my team counting this fucking money
I stay with presidents like special agents honey
You get it from the bank
I get it from the mint
Only new bills call me the fresh prince
We gon' take over the whole world
Real all the time
Ratpack so thorough
Used to rock stones
And now my shorty wearin' pearls
Fuck with grown woomen no time for these lil' girls
I used to think about the things in which I never had
But now whenever I reflect it only makes me glad
I went from H.O.C. to chauffeurs in the HOV
But hustlin' tapes like they was keys
So much paparazzi catch an epileptic seiz'
I used to struggle with this shit now I kill it with ease
Started nation wide now I'm tourin over seas
Life of a don money blowing in the breeze
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Logic]
They say time is money and I spend most of that one rhymin'
I eat filet mingnon reminisce when this was ramen
Yeah yo chain shinin'?
But my aura is blindin'
I'm sick of us currency
I want millions and diamonds
Ya'll roll blunts, we roll cubans
Sound of my city so soothin'
Check my method man bring the suits in
Haters we leave em oozin'
Headed to the top penthouse where we movin ha!
Bless the mic with my presence and then I teach ya
Listen carefully as I beseech ya
If I never meet ya
I hope my lyrics reach ya
Some like they keys white homie I prefer Alicia

We get higher and higher
Crazy blue
Like St. Elmo's fire
Love's so sharp
And flat
That it's hard to know just where you're at
[Verse 1]
From the back to the front door
Dealers on the Southside sellin on their front door
Little bit of weed, little bit of crack, whatever you need
While I'm sellin out shows in the ice cold
Shout out to the homies in the front row with the blunt rolled
That waited for hours in the snow just to see me flow
So you know I gotta stay after the show
'Cuz if Chi-Town show love, I'mma show love
Outside, no gloves in the wintertime
'Cuz I'm hungry like dinnertime
Stayin for every single one of my fans
Autographs 'til I couldn't feel my hands
Just a man with a plan, but you wouldn't understand
I get high by the notes, you get high by the gram
While you smoke to this
Reminisce when I wrote to this
Up-and-comers take note to this
We get it done on tour, waking up before the sundown
Lake Shore Drive shooting videos
On the block getting spotted by them city hoes (Hey!)
I know I never had to wonder if it's love or not
Shout-out to the homies up at Juggernaut
For keeping a motherfucker fresh, hell yes
No contest when it comes to gear in the city they be the best
Love my girls outgoing in my City, Chi
But it's MD 'til the day I die
[Hook]
We get high
Oh so high
That my mind is in the sky
Shorties love it when I rub it
'Cuz I never leave them dry
We get high
Oh so high
That's what they say in the Chi
I get high
You get high
'Cuz I'm the one that supplies
[Verse 2]
Shout-out to the Bobby Soxer girls that just love the flow
Chillin out late night with the weed lit blunt split and the paper rolled
RattPack smoking loudpack yeah they 'bout that
Haters talking shit yeah I never doubt that
With the GPS flow we re-route that
Road to riches we be 'bout that
Getting money like Oprah
Fryin' motherfuckers like Okra
Put your L up if you're a smoker
Full-time toker
Everything I got that's what I'm given no division 'til it's over
Sleeping on the Young Sinatra like a sedative
Now they on a brother's dick, so repetitive
And they wonder why (and they wonder why)

[Hyorin]Ooh Yeah
[Bora] You see I don't usually do this but ([Hyorin]Oh woah)
[Bora]I really need you tonight, Sistar
[Hyorin/Soyou]Give it to me give it to me
Give it to me give it to me
[Soyou] Seoreuni neomgi jeone gyeolhoneun halleunji
Sarangman juda dachin nae gaseum eotteokhae oh
[Hyorin] Aekkujeun soriedo gaseumi apaseo
Ajikdo eorigo yeoryeo sunjinhago yeoryeo nunmureun manheunji
Give it to me oh babe give it to me [(Bora) oh baby, give it to me]
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
[Hyorin] Amuri wonhago aewonhaedo
Nunmullo chaewojin binjariman
[Soyou] Sarangeul dallan mariya
Geugeomyeon doendaneun mariya
[Hyorin] Oh babe give it to me
[Soyou] Achimi ogi jeone geudaega
Olleunji babogachi neo hanal boneun na oh
[Dasom] Unda haru jongil ulda dongi teunda
Jeo haega darinji bami najinjido molla
Oh babe give it to me I'm sorry that's all I need
Oh babe give it to me oh babe give it to me
Give it to me oh babe give it to me [(Bora) oh baby, give it to me]
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
[Hyorin] Amuri wonhago aewonhaedo
Nunmullo chaewojin binjariman
[Soyou] Sarangeul dallan mariya
Geugeomyeon doendaneun mariya
[Hyorin] Oh babe give it to me
[Bora] Susip beon subaek beoneul sseudaga tto jjijeobeorin pyeonji
Sarangeun wae ireoke naegeman mugeopji
Unda haru jongil ulda dongi teunda
Jeo haega darinji bami najinjido molla na nan
Give it to me oh babe give it to me [(Hyorin) oh baby, give it to me]
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh [Hyorin]oh
(Give it to me oh babe give it to me
Give it to me oh babe give it to me)
[Hyorin] Amuri wonhago aewonhaedo
Nunmullo chaewojin binjariman
[Soyou] Sarangeul dallan mariya
Geugeomyeon doendaneun mariya