BLACKWHITEBOY

It's crazy how some people can hear this And think they know what to say But they don't know what to say Nuts This right here, though? This? Huh, yeah, yeah (bars) There we go, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about Yeah, uh Still in the game with you, wettin' fools like when the rain hit you Music, movies, and families, I'm a lane-switcher Ready to get you now My flow make you rethink your whole fuckin' style Nick Cannon on these motherfuckers, Bobby goin' wild As a youngin', as a child, I was dreamin' for this Fiendin' for this, listen, lean in with this I'm the definition of a try-hard, the lyrical miraclе god Do anything just for the applause All up in your face with somе shit you can't avoid Yeah, this black white boy finna push you into the void I ain't got nothing but time like I'm Christopher Lloyd And I ain't got time to diss you, I'd rather dismiss you And sell more records than you did in your first week with a reissue Claiming you the greatest, but is you? I do this for Kenny, do this for Cole Do this shit for the GZA and the whole clan, for sure I do this for Mos, do this for Thought Do this for Dilla on the for realer But don't let me start showin' love 'cause I won't be able to stop Made 50 million when I went pop But everybody know when Logic pick up the mic, bars drop I respect this generation, but I need the hardest bars you can provide I'm taxing you with inflation Bobby Boy in the cut like a mason, I got verses like Freddy, Jason Fuckin' amazing (woo) You have to do it again For people who think it's a fluke, you have to do it again One more time, let's go Yo, you are walking hand-in-hand with a real one, I'm still one I'm tryna slice open my veins just to feel somethin' Spill my blood on the page, blood on the leaves Blood flowing down my arm from the heart on my sleeve We keep it real all the time, boy, you best believe I love rap, but had to leave, meanwhile the media like to perceive That I was never welcome and these record labels thieves Sample Tribe Called Quest and have to pay Lou Reed (fuck) A hundred percent, pick up the mic I'm gonna vent (fuck all that shit) Yo, ayy, fuck rap, let's dead it Everything that I could rap about, already said it I'd rather give you these melodies Kill the game so many times it's no longer a felony What the fuck is you telling me? You ain't selling me Do what you used to do and do it over and over How 'bout you suck my dick and accept it's over? This a new chapter, in the country, whippin' the Raptor The realest I've ever been, it's far from SAG-AFTRA Really used to give a fuck, but now it's just laughter Happily ever after, probably not, but I have to have hope Used to obsess over being dope, but the industry too cutthroat They less focused on the talent and more focused on the upvotes One album, I'm the champ, and the next, I'm the villain Do the thing we like or else it's fuck you and your feelings I was spread thin, just about ready to let the lead in Breaking down on stage, that's shit I can't evade I open up about my feelings, they call me a faggot Fuck you, I had it, mentality was shattered Wanna know why I retired? 'Cause I was uninspired And everything was fuck you, pay me Speak my mind, they turn around and wanna blame me Try something different and they say I'm not the same me You could never tame me I'd rather fail trying something new Than doing the same shit every day Fuck you (haha) It's Logic