Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Logic
Vocals
Nina Simone
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Songwriter
Arjun Ivatury
Songwriter
Dimitri Tiomkin
Composer
Ned Washington
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
6ix
Producer
Bobby Campbell
Mixing Engineer
Letra
[Verse 1]
(Yeah-yeah, yeah)
(Sinatra, Big Pepe)
(Oh, you got the studio shoutout)
(You feelin' good about yourself right now, huh?)
(Yeah, 6ix)
[Verse 2]
Hold up, let me get up in it now
Bitch, I'm here to win it now
L-O-G-I-C, I'm feelin' free, I'm finna bring it now
If you know the words, take a step back and sing it now
Never thought I'd have to, but I keep the windows tinted now
Like, "La-Di-Da-Di, who got the keys to my Audi?"
Last time I said, it went viral, I don't fuck with nobody
And I don't fuck with you, you, them, her and him too
'Cause don't none of y'all know a fuckin' thing 'bout what I been through
And all that superficial shit you love, I'm just not into
And when it comes to gettin' deep in this rap shit, I've been to
Like the pussy, don't push me
I ain't no killer, but you know the rest
You'd think I caught the Holy Spirit how I'm feelin' blessed
Ain't no contest to all this whack shit, it just ain't no test
Step and get laid to rest
Boy, step and get laid to rest
It ain't no S on my chest, but I'm still gunnin'
While half of these motherfuckers still runnin'
I've earned everything I've attained and they steal from him
Like god damn, I'm the motherfuckin' man
Used to call you a hater, you a motherfuckin' Stan
Ain't nobody built himself a brand like me
I ain't sign a shoe deal, 'cause I'm waitin' for Nike
To recognize all these youngins wanna be just like me
Cut the check for twenty million right now and we might see
Everybody rockin' my kicks, preachin' positivity
I get up (–ty), I get up (–ty)
[Verse 3]
I get up when I'm down
Had enough, almost drowned
When shit rough, I get tough
And when I'm beat into the ground
I get up, I get up
I get up, uh-uh, I get up, uh-uh
[Verse 4]
I get up when I'm down
Had enough, almost drowned
When shit rough, I get tough
And when I'm beat into the ground
I get up, I get up
I get up, uh-uh, I get up, uh-uh
I get up
[Verse 5]
Never address me as Rob unless it's 'bout that dinero
Far from a hero, I ain't never savin' hoes
I'm not defined by these clothes and zeroes
It don't matter if you got six dollars or six figures on the creep
'Cause in the end, we all six feet deep
Meanwhile, I'll be immortalized on the 6ix beat
Flashbacks and havin' visions way back in G-burg
Every single one of my homies and me were
Plottin' how to get up out it
Make a hit? Forget about it
Youngin with a dream, but nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later, pick up a pen, write a hit about it
And back then, I thought I'd be defined by how good I rhymed
Not like these rappers with shit flows, but look good online
Not made to feel bad for speakin' 'bout the shit on my mind
Or called a faggot, a ****, a cracker who wish he was blacker
I wish I could face my homophobic racist attacker
And smack the shit outta they ass as peaceful as possible
It's highly improbable and stoppable, but still
Way too many people feel how I feel
That's on the real, on the real, on the motherfuckin' real
[Verse 6]
I get up when I'm down
Had enough, almost drowned
When shit rough, I get tough
And when I'm beat into the ground
I get up, I get up
I get up, uh-uh, I get up, uh-uh
[Verse 7]
I get up when I'm down
Had enough, almost drowned
When shit rough, I get tough
And when I'm beat into the ground
I get up, I get up
I get up, uh-uh, I get up, uh-uh
[Verse 8]
Aye, yo, motherfuck a Trump
Said that shit on my last album, but you wasn't tappin' in
Fuck a mumble, let's make America rap again
Industry don't give a fuck about rap or what's happenin'
Fuck a hype beast, bitch, now who's seein' me?
Nobody reports the music, this shit is rap TMZ
Nowadays, everyone divided, so I collided with headlines
Preach that, go ahead, boy, now preach that
Wash my hands of this negativity, word to Three Stacks
So fresh, so clean
Who the illest on the scene?
Wu-Tang, get the C.R.E.A.M., Sinatra gon' reign supreme
Open your mental, get out your 'feelings' like dental
This shit is consequential, lightin' a fire to the game
Can you rappers feel the flame?
Now this shit won't be the same
Fuck a rap beef, I promise I want all of y'all to prosper
[Verse 9]
But deep down, you know it's only gon' be one Mufasa
I'm the king, fuck the bling, but just might make you kiss the ring
All these rappers I came up on, I surpassed, I know it sting now
Don't try to twist my words and turn that into some shit
I love all you motherfuckers, just wanna hear you spit
Dropped my last shit, the whole wide-world applauded it
Game still ain't give me my credit, so I'ma audit it
I'm, "Heartless" like Kanye in '08
Yeah, that's word to No I.D., now they all know who I be
I'm callin' out Jay-Z to jump up on the track with me
And smack the whole industry
Show 'em what that real rap do
The ball's in your court, Hov', I hope to hear from Guru
Hoo!
Written by: Arjun Ivatury, Dimitri Tiomkin, Ned Washington, Sir Robert Bryson Hall II