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[Chorus: Logic]
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Bitch I’m the one I consistently prove
I stuck to the code like a finishing move
I hit a groove, that they can’t undo
And over the years all I did was improve (All I did)
Don Life, toss dice
On on my off night, I left the doubts and now I’m alright
I’m a new me, they haven’t seen this shit
Like Vader wearing all white
Like I detonate
You hold it down, I levitate
I like a woman that’s all-natural
I give her good energy and let it reciprocate
A young nigga that’s tryna innovate
As many ways as Em and Jay did Renegade
You niggas hold up, don’t get no closer
I try and told ya’ bitch, we the closest
High powers chose us, we never froze up
You lucky if you get to see us close up (Straight)
‘Cause people depending on me like (Ugh)
Tryna put a hit out on me, nah (Ugh)
How many times that shit went? None!
So blessed I might just make a whole gospel album
Perform at Sun Daze, till it’s time to rapture
Sean Don and Logic, instant classic

[Chorus: Logic]
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like

[Verse 2: Logic]
I’m finna tell it like it is
Game in a headlock like Stizz
Everybody know the deal
Yeah that boy, he keep it real
Higher than ever with no pill
I just updated my old deal
Told Def Jam no less than 20 mil’ And they cut that shit
Yeah, I been at it like “Wassup, bitch”
Put ya’ favorite rapper deep in a ditch
Ya’ favorite producer get murdered by 6ix
We touring the world from Japan to the six
Tryna get paid in full
Call me Syre, like Jaden, fool
Yeah, that’s the power of will (Woo!)
Yeah, that’s the power I feel!
I got so much in the bank
That I just called my lawyer to work on my will
Hold up, wait a second, chill
Hold up, wait a second, chill
Ugh, I’m into Maryland, DC, Virginia
Where J. Cole he needed a ‘Ville
Don’t do this shit for the thrill
Ugh, I am coming for the kill
Tell me how you want it
Got the pedal to the metal
I’m a gunner like a semi-automatic
I’m bringin’ the static
I had it, I had to get a unhooked like an addict
And yeah, I’m glad that it went through the way it did
Never thought the radio would play the kid
They never care, till you make it big
Now they say triple platinum
Finger fuck the people said that never would happen
Came a long way from the trap
Where they was cookin’ up crack
I’m still here Rattpack, keep it real here
Big boy money, Uncle Phil here
Only “Fresh Prints” in my pocket
I came from nothin’ no hater can stop it
Only the illest
You know that I got it
Sound of the Logic

[Chorus: Logic]
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like
I’m like Wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let ’em in? I’ma show ’em out
Never know
Who’s really down or just down and out
Never know
Who’s really down
I-I-I-I-I’m like

[Intro]
Warm it up, warm it up
Warm it up, warm it up, warm it up
Warm it up, warm it up
Warm it up, warm it up, warm it up

[Verse 1]
It’s that Young Sinatra shit
Yeah, this that Young Sinatra shit
Shut the fuck up and listen whenever Young Sinatra spit
Yeah, your girl fine as hell
But she a Young Sinatra chick
Hey Bobby, how can you tell?
She on the Young Sinatra dick
All these rappers wack as fuck
Make the Young Sinatra sick
RattPack be the squad, that’s that Young Sinatra clique
Goddamn, said this the Young Sinatra clique, goddamn!
Listen, yeah—I’m visualizing the realism of life in actuality
Sense in me, fatality, yeah, this shit is my galaxy
I am who the baddest be
I’d rather be at academia
Killers, I’m be glad to be me
Magnify the shit like bifocal
Motherfuckers talk on the Internet
But in person they never vocal
Come to the hood and fuck you up if you prefer to be local
I’m local from Noho to Soho
Getting Gs like I’m Frodo, you know, hoe, I’m–
Blessed like Sunday, flyer than a runway
Lil’ Bobby never second-guessed that he gon’ make it one day
One–way or another, my brother, word to your mother
They should give me a badge ’cause I’m always under covers
Goddamn! I’m a miraculous man!
You know I get, I get it, I get it, I get it
The Young Sinatra spit it, rewind it, and rip it
I could murder your whole album with a 30-second snippet
Pass the Mary Jane like I’m runnin’ a train with Peter Parker
Until I have more sex in the city than Sarah Jessica Parker
The deeper and deeper I go, it get darker
They say they want the old me, they want the Young Sinatra back
The one that murder it, rip it up, no, never givin’ up on the almanac
Yeah, I’m all of that, fall back, like September again
Baskin’ these rappers so hard they won’t remember again
When it comes to hip-hop, bitch, I’m indigenous to this
It’s apparent I’m bearin’ down like a parent
When the beef is at stake, I’m Astros
My god-level lyricism surpass flows, I’m much more than fast flows
Money, talk, cash, hoes, greatest of levels–I’ve past those

[Chorus]
Fuck that rap shit, this that trap shit (Bobby!)
This world is my contraption (Bobby!)
I was born and raised in the trap, son (Bobby!)
Talk shit, get kidnapped, son (Bobby!)
I don’t really know why I rap, son (aye!)
Money in the bank, yeah, I got some (aye!)
Couple sports cars, yeah, I bought some (aye!)
Logic never flex, Bobby get it done! (aye!)
Yeah, y’all don’t really know where I come from (come now)
Talkin’ that shit, I’ma come for ’em (what’s good?)
Tell me what you really know about me right now
Anything I want, I get it somehow

[Verse 2]
Fuck that trap shit, this that rap shit
Give me the hand like John the Baptist
Ready to rip it, I hope in the captives
Greatest alive like I’m Cassius
I put ’em all in they caskets, they can’t see me get past it
I’m a bastard that mastered the flow
And none of y’all ready for this massacre, though
Fuck with Logic—yeah, that’s a no
Matter of fact, it’s not impossible, just highly improbable
Like, saying the police isn’t robbable
But I’m liable to walk up in the station in blue face
Like, “fuck the police!” Blue lives ain’t a race
Fuck whoever said this rap shit was never a race
This shit a marathon
Murder you motherfuckers and carry on
Claimin’ that you really ’bout this shit
You got your Jim Carrey on Liar Liar
I might crucify ya’
Number one ’til I die, will never retire
I am the messiah, I am the god of this shit
This is how we do it—yeah, I started this shit
Yes, I started this shit like–

[Chorus]
Fuck that rap shit, this that trap shit (Bobby!)
This world is my contraption (Bobby!)
I was born and raised in the trap, son (Bobby!)
Talk shit, get kidnapped, son (Bobby!)
I don’t really know why I rap, son (aye!)
Money in the bank, yeah, I got some (aye!)
Couple sports cars, yeah, I bought some (aye!)
Logic never flex, Bobby get it done! (aye!)
Yeah, y’all don’t really know where I come from (come now)
Talkin’ that shit, I’ma come for ’em (what’s good?)
Tell me what you really know about me right now
Anything I want, I get it somehow

[Outro]
You
You, you
You
You, you, you, you, you
You, you
You
You
You, you, you, you, you

You
You, you, you, you, you
You, you
You
You
You, you, you, you, you

[Intro]
My name is Paul Rothenberg, attorney of law
And I hereby ratify and confirm that Logic is motherfucking paid

[Chorus]
Can’t nothing stop me, I’m on a roll
Always on time ’cause my eyes is on my Rollie-olex
I don’t trust nobody, oh no (no, no, no!)
I don’t trust nobody, put my homies on the payroll
Fuck with me now or you’ll never know (never know!)
If you weren’t with me, in the beginning, you get no love
My name Bobby Tarantino (Tarantino!)
Logic ain’t here right now, leave a message if you want, hoe

[Verse]
Hold bring it back, uh, I’ma call you back, uh
Too busy countin’ stacks, uh, pickin’ up the slack (slack!)
I was born in the trap (trap!), chains on, cooked crack
Logic never wanna flex, but Bobby finna bring the facts
Put my city on the map, fuck with the gang get attacked
It ain’t a thing, RattPack, nobody know about that
Bitch, I been gunnin’, comin’ for the throne and I know that they talking, can’t fuck with the tone
Talkin’ shit ’bout Logic, I never respond
I’ll let success talk, ’cause a word of advice:
More achievements for yourself and less talk
Cats beef with Logic, yeah, they prayin’ I respond
If I ever did I dead you in this game with no respawn
Peace, Love, and Positivity that’s all I want with you
But you push the issue ’cause I give you more press than your publicist could ever get you
Hell nah, fuck rap, fuck beef, anyone that hate me, I wish you success
I wish you look in the mirror and ask yourself why you surpressed
If feelings of self-hatred that you wan’ project on me
Bet if I never picked up the mic then we might be homies
But you jealous, you look at my life and you feel envy
Constantly comparing yourself to me and feel empty
Most people that don’t fuck with me ain’t ever shook my hand
I’m a good man, yeah, I love myself
I know who I am, yeah, I love myself
They don’t understand, but no matter what happen you know that–

[Chorus]
Can’t nothing stop me, I’m on a roll
Always on time ’cause my eyes is on my Rollie-olex
I don’t trust nobody, oh no (no, no, no!)
I don’t trust nobody, put my homies on the payroll
Fuck with me now or you’ll never know (never know!)
If you weren’t with me in the beginning you get no love
My name Bobby Tarantino (Tarantino!)
Logic ain’t here right now, leave a message if you want, hoe

[Outro]
Hi! It’s uh–Logic, hi, sorry. It’s Elton John calling you, um. I hope you don’t mind me getting you on your mobile–or not getting on your mobile, but I was just, uh–congratulating you first of all on your performance at the Grammys and then I was asking you–I was gonna ask you if you’d like to do something for me, and I will ring you back later and see–and talk about it, thanks!

[Verse 1]
If I could change your mind
Then I would for sure, no doubt
If I could take back time
Then I would reverse it now
I never asked to be here
But it ended up that way
When I look in the mirror
I can see you stare at me, mhm

[Chorus]
Now I feel like I’m broken
Now I feel like I’m choking
How I wish I was joking with you

[Verse 2]
If I could laugh through more
I know that it’d be good for me
It’s such a task to ignore
All the things that they try to feed me
Every day, no escape
So much faith
Where’s the shame?
Will this chain ever break?
‘Cause

[Chorus]
Now I feel like I’m broken
Now I feel like I’m choking
How I wish I was joking with you

[Bridge]
I’m way too serious
But I’ve always been that way
Too serious
I never found time to play
And now, it’s bringing me down
It’s bringing you down too
Way too serious, I’m way too serious
You know, you know, you know

[Chorus]
Now I feel like I’m broken
Now I feel like I’m choking
How I wish I was joking with you

[Chorus]
Every day you want me to make
Something I hate all for your sake
I’m such a fake, I’m just a doll
I’m a rip-off and it turns you on

[Verse]
Put on your clothes
Then I polish my toes
Then I powder my nose
In case you get close (get too close, baby)
Knock on your door
Then I put on a show
Then I gave you the floor
And you just froze

[Chorus]
Every day you want me to make
Something I hate all for your sake
I’m such a fake, I’m just a doll
I’m a rip-off and it turns you on

[Post-Chorus]
And it turns you on
And it turns you on
And it turns you on

[Bridge]
Someone has to do it (do it)
So I guess I will (me)
You want more than flowers
And I, I can be your fling
I can be your fling
I can be your fling (can I be yours?)
I can be your boy

[Outro]
And it turns you on
And it turns you on
And it turns you on
And it turns you on