Yo, what they got?

What they got? Ugh

They got big chains, big wheels

Lil brain, bad deal

Fake shoes, fake tools

They ain't no gangster when the pay's due

They got big chains, big wheels

Lil brain, bad deal

Fake shoes, fake tools

They ain't no gangster when the pay's due

Ugh, so you rapping or what? You're tryna wife the game but ain't making it much

No skills, saying none of your tracks I can't touch

Mine will make your hands shake like I'm dapping you up

The only way you're giving bars is with a flask or a cup

What I'm lacking to you? I ain't stagnant enough?

And don't even talk about my talent, you suck

I ought to lock your wrists, need a cast or some cuffs

'Cause you don't got knowledge about marketing or promo

I market to Makayla, she gets down to it like SoMo

We already them boys like it's Wiz, but I'm Most Dope

Rest in peace to both sides like Mos Def, get my Yasiin like a pause in the flow, yo

As you can tell, I have been practicing well since dad was trapped in a cell

Getting rappers dispelled with the text, put 'em up in a hex, homie that's how I mastered the spell

I ain't rapping for wealth, even if I get it I don't flash it

I ain't worried 'bout no action, so they hate 'cause I'm passive

'Cause I'm sober, or 'cause I ain't in the trap

Kid, I ain't materialistic 'cause it's fake, man, plastic

Lotta rappers flaunting 'cause they think that they have it

But they gotta go through all the ranks, steady asking

Be independent, maybe lead an intervention to the point where these stupid labels can't even grasp it

Lotta rappers flaunting 'cause they think that they have it

But they gotta go through all the ranks, steady asking

Be independent, maybe lead an intervention to the point where these stupid labels can't even grasp it

They got big chains, big wheels

Lil brain, bad deal

Fake shoes, fake tools

They ain't no gangster when the pay's due

They got big chains, big wheels

Lil brain, bad deal

Fake shoes, fake tools

They ain't no gangster when the pay's due

Lotta people want to know what the mission is

I'm trying to build up an empire, show you I've been fire, show that I'm wizardous

Tryna demonstrate with a beat-up face why you're hearing the flow of a lyricist

Shout out to the fans who've been putting up their hands, welcome to the road of the little kid

Y'all been sitting on the stove, yeah, sizzling

Lotta people asking what is my plan?

Remixes, songs, get my numbers on Gram

Hundreds of fans that are up in the stands

And all of you haters can shut up and dance

Y'all rappers having too much fun to advance

Got Travis laughing, homie, what is you sayin'?

All you know is talking, acting savage when no actions back it

You ain't trapping, you must be just puffing them grams

Thinking you're smarter from tussling hands

IQ lower than your deposits, got a shallow mind from your deep pockets

Too bad 'street knowledge' couldn't reach college

Bring it back, now, I ain't really being toxic

It just flows out like a leaking faucet

This is no facade, I'm just speaking Logic

That I didn't hear when I peeped his project

How you drop 5 albums and all of 'em suck?

Everybody? Anybody would call that a dud

The next 4 are so far from a dub, every time you're talked about I'm appalled at it, bruh

How you drop 5 albums and all of 'em suck?

Everybody? Anybody would call that a dud

The next 4 are so far from a dub, every time you're talked about I'm appalled at it, bruh

They got big chains, big wheels

Lil brain, bad deal

Fake shoes, fake tools

They ain't no gangster when the pay's due

They got big chains, big wheels

Lil brain, bad deal

Fake shoes, fake tools

They ain't no gangster when the pay's due