BLACKWHITEBOY

Ooh-hoo, ooh, hoo-hoo-hoo

It's crazy how some people could 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, there we go, that's what I'm fuckin' talkin' about)

Bars

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 miracle God

Do anything just for the applause

All up in your face with some 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, fo' sho'

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 fifty 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-to-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 and 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 that)

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

Killed 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' a 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 cut-throat

They less focused on the talent and more focused on the upvotes

One album I'm the champ, then 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 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 play me

Try something different, then they say I'm not the same me

You can never tame me

I'd rather fail tryin' something new than doing the same shit every day

Fuck you (haha)

It's Logic