I snatched the mic off LL's arm and strangled Canibus with it
Sit with the body for seven days and just smoke cannabis with it
I told Logic, logically, I shouldn't be on this with him
'Cause I'm way too disrespectful and I was just bein' honest with him
The black sheep, mmm-hmm, and the G.O.A.T., mmm-hmm
Michael Jordan, mmm-hmm, Manigault, mmm-hmm
Before that ship sails, I tip scales and man the boat
Fish scale weigh ten whales and, um, handle dope
Kyrie and the pope, mmm-hmm, poetic justice
2Pac, Maya Angelou, let us deconstruct it
Take the ass shots out of hip-hop and, um, reconstruct it
Give me your Slick Rick chains and Rakim's beeper buzzin'
Give me the velour sweatsuit on Stillmatic and Ether bussin'
Give me the Annie sample on Hard Knock Life and the deep discussions
That Malcolm had with Cassius Clay, Same Cooke, and Jim Brown
I'm them now, especially when the hotel lights get dimmed down in Miami, whoa, shit
Logic
Logically, chronically, sonically (you, you, you, you, you, haha)
Ayy, I could give a f*ck about this rap shit, homie
Logic finally out the deal but the shit feel phony
Kind of feel like I'm back in the basement again
I make a masterpiece easy like I'm tracin' it in
Life's a trip though
Cash is dead, I took my money to the crypto
Blast the feds and now I'm reloadin' the clip though
Hahah, alright, oh my God, sippin' La Tâche, feelin' posh
Flow so ill, that shit was born in the triage
I got more tracks than heroin addicts
When my son goes to sleep, he uses his sound machine
But as a child, through my teens, all I heard was automatics
That was just the lifestyle, no way you could combat it
They said I couldn't, said I won't
I think I'm rappin' like I don't give a f*ck 'cause I don't
Got a million platinum plaques and billions in streams
I used to think this shit was the definition of dreams
Now I understand that none of that is what it seems
It won't fulfill you, but it'll fill you full up off emptiness
If that's the only reason that you doin' it
Well, I get it, and I'm still here doin' it
I guess I love it, ha
Just me and my fleet, y'all, we'll defeat y'all
Livin' how we're livin', not at all for you
Finally on my feet, y'all, been on the beach, y'all
Lookin' at the sky and the stars above
Just me and my fleet, y'all, we'll defeat y'all
Livin' how we're livin', not at all for you
Finally on my feet, y'all, been on the beach, y'all
Lookin' at the sky and the stars above
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I snatched the mic off LL's arm and strangled Canibus with it
Sit with the body for seven days and just smoke cannabis with it
I told Logic, logically, I shouldn't be on this with him
'Cause I'm way too disrespectful and I was just bein' honest with him
The black sheep, mmm-hmm, and the G.O.A.T., mmm-hmm
Michael Jordan, mmm-hmm, Manigault, mmm-hmm
Before that ship sails, I tip scales and man the boat
Fish scale weigh ten whales and, um, handle dope
Kyrie and the pope, mmm-hmm, poetic justice
2Pac, Maya Angelou, let us deconstruct it
Take the ass shots out of hip-hop and, um, reconstruct it
Give me your Slick Rick chains and Rakim's beeper buzzin'
Give me the velour sweatsuit on Stillmatic and Ether bussin'
Give me the Annie sample on Hard Knock Life and the deep discussions
That Malcolm had with Cassius Clay, Same Cooke, and Jim Brown
I'm them now, especially when the hotel lights get dimmed down in Miami, whoa, shit
Logic
Logically, chronically, sonically (you, you, you, you, you, haha)
Ayy, I could give a f*ck about this rap shit, homie
Logic finally out the deal but the shit feel phony
Kind of feel like I'm back in the basement again
I make a masterpiece easy like I'm tracin' it in
Life's a trip though
Cash is dead, I took my money to the crypto
Blast the feds and now I'm reloadin' the clip though
Hahah, alright, oh my God, sippin' La Tâche, feelin' posh
Flow so ill, that shit was born in the triage
I got more tracks than heroin addicts
When my son goes to sleep, he uses his sound machine
But as a child, through my teens, all I heard was automatics
That was just the lifestyle, no way you could combat it
They said I couldn't, said I won't
I think I'm rappin' like I don't give a f*ck 'cause I don't
Got a million platinum plaques and billions in streams
I used to think this shit was the definition of dreams
Now I understand that none of that is what it seems
It won't fulfill you, but it'll fill you full up off emptiness
If that's the only reason that you doin' it
Well, I get it, and I'm still here doin' it
I guess I love it, ha
Just me and my fleet, y'all, we'll defeat y'all
Livin' how we're livin', not at all for you
Finally on my feet, y'all, been on the beach, y'all
Lookin' at the sky and the stars above
Just me and my fleet, y'all, we'll defeat y'all
Livin' how we're livin', not at all for you
Finally on my feet, y'all, been on the beach, y'all
Lookin' at the sky and the stars above
Sit with the body for seven days and just smoke cannabis with it
I told Logic, logically, I shouldn't be on this with him
'Cause I'm way too disrespectful and I was just bein' honest with him
The black sheep, mmm-hmm, and the G.O.A.T., mmm-hmm
Michael Jordan, mmm-hmm, Manigault, mmm-hmm
Before that ship sails, I tip scales and man the boat
Fish scale weigh ten whales and, um, handle dope
Kyrie and the pope, mmm-hmm, poetic justice
2Pac, Maya Angelou, let us deconstruct it
Take the ass shots out of hip-hop and, um, reconstruct it
Give me your Slick Rick chains and Rakim's beeper buzzin'
Give me the velour sweatsuit on Stillmatic and Ether bussin'
Give me the Annie sample on Hard Knock Life and the deep discussions
That Malcolm had with Cassius Clay, Same Cooke, and Jim Brown
I'm them now, especially when the hotel lights get dimmed down in Miami, whoa, shit
Logic
Logically, chronically, sonically (you, you, you, you, you, haha)
Ayy, I could give a f*ck about this rap shit, homie
Logic finally out the deal but the shit feel phony
Kind of feel like I'm back in the basement again
I make a masterpiece easy like I'm tracin' it in
Life's a trip though
Cash is dead, I took my money to the crypto
Blast the feds and now I'm reloadin' the clip though
Hahah, alright, oh my God, sippin' La Tâche, feelin' posh
Flow so ill, that shit was born in the triage
I got more tracks than heroin addicts
When my son goes to sleep, he uses his sound machine
But as a child, through my teens, all I heard was automatics
That was just the lifestyle, no way you could combat it
They said I couldn't, said I won't
I think I'm rappin' like I don't give a f*ck 'cause I don't
Got a million platinum plaques and billions in streams
I used to think this shit was the definition of dreams
Now I understand that none of that is what it seems
It won't fulfill you, but it'll fill you full up off emptiness
If that's the only reason that you doin' it
Well, I get it, and I'm still here doin' it
I guess I love it, ha
Just me and my fleet, y'all, we'll defeat y'all
Livin' how we're livin', not at all for you
Finally on my feet, y'all, been on the beach, y'all
Lookin' at the sky and the stars above
Just me and my fleet, y'all, we'll defeat y'all
Livin' how we're livin', not at all for you
Finally on my feet, y'all, been on the beach, y'all
Lookin' at the sky and the stars above
Writer: Robert Bryson Hall II, Arjun Ivatury, Allen Toussaint, Tom Nehls, Jayceon Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC