Logic - Confessions of a Dangerous Mind Album Lyrics

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Confessions of a Dangerous Mind

Yeah, I can't get no better, can't get no more cheddar
I feel like a king and my queen is Coretta
I been made a livin', I'm never gon' give in
I'm just way too driven, that's why I been thinkin'
I'm scared that I'm sinkin', I'm scared that I'm fallin'
The world think I'm ballin' and maybe I am
But don't give a damn, back in the beginnin'
Did not have a plan, don't know who I am
Or who I'm becomin' but I'ma do me to the fullest, alright
Bustin' and dodgin' them bullets all night
Take over the world, yeah I'm thinkin' I might
Got 'em all in my sight
I know that I'm strong, I know that I am
I know I'm the man and whether you poor or you filled with financial security
Everyone deal with they own insecurity
Even the preacher was born with impurity
Scared to go out even with my security
Scared of the world and all of its obscurity
Pray for maturity, hope that I grow
Hope my anxiety stay on the low
I swear I hope that shit don't f*ck up my flow
Where do I go? What would you do
If suddenly all of your dreams came true?
What would you do if you did it all? (If you did it all)
If you ain't never have to lift a finger
Would you linger like, "F*ck 'em all"?
Guess it's your call, but I can't (It's your call, but I can't)
This a marathon, not a sprint
Switch up the plan like homie that went from Verizon to Sprint
Can you hear me now? Does anybody out there feel me now?

What's your name? What's your game?
Come now boy, just spit your flow
Feel the pain with the game, what you tryna say though?
Novocaine to the brain, I can't feel nothing no more
In my lane, can't refrain from lettin' these people know
What's your name? What's your game?
Come now boy, just spit your flow
Feel the pain with the game, what you tryna say though?
Novocaine to the brain, I can't feel nothing no more
In my lane, can't refrain from lettin' these people know

How I feel (How I feel), yeah that's how I feel (That's how I feel)
Break it down, roll it up, that's how high I feel (That's how high I feel)
How I feel (How I feel), how high I feel (How high I feel)
Down, roll it up, yeah

Searchin' for bliss only led me to searchin' for hits
Only led me to battle depression
I done learned my lesson 'cause fame never lessen the pain
What if your life was under a glass?
And people tried to dig up shit from your past
And tell you what's good and what's not
And every time you drop a song, they say that it's wack or it's hot
And don't give a damn that it came from the heart
They tear it apart like hyenas that's here for the dreamers
That's here for the people that know what I'm sayin'
All of you people that know what I'm sayin'
F*ck social media
Tellin' me who I should be and just how I should rap
They always compare, they always compare me to others
And try to pit me up against all my brothers
Now why you think so many rappers be overdosin' at the crib?
(Overdosin' at the crib)
'Cause people just won't let 'em live
And the public is constantly thinkin' they know 'em
But nobody knowin' what's goin' on inside (On inside)
And they wonder why we all hide, shit (Why we all hide, shit)
Maybe I'm just overthinkin'
Or maybe I'm just over smokin' and drinkin'
And when I can't deal with the hate, I self-medicate
Sit in the corner and think of a better day
Maybe this bullet can help me to get away
I just cannot seem to think of a better way
Even though I know there is, that's why I keep goin'
That's why I keep flowin', that's why I keep perserverin'
Even when I'm hearing I'm a bitch, I'm a fag
I'm a motherf*ckin' hypebeast, I ain't black in the slight least
I ain't good enough, I should quit, I should kill myself (Kill myself)
"'Cause you'll never be Kenny"
"You'll never be better than Drizzy or Cole"
"You're losing your hair, you're too f*cking old," yeah
These are the comments I'm readin' on Twitter right now
That made me depressed and they pullin' me down
I'm trying to swim but I think I'ma drown
So I'ma turn my feelin' into a sound
And play it when nobody else is around
Whenever I feel like I'm far from the ground
God give me the power to battle depression, yeah, round after round
I wish I was famous, I wish I was rich
I wish I could just get up out of this bitch (Out of this bitch)
But be careful what you wish for (What you wish for)
'Cause it ain't everything that it's cut out to be
My life is good but not as good as it's boutta be
'Cause I got vision, don't f*ck with division
It got what I'm bridgin', and I think that I am
Do what you love and do not give a damn
F*ck all the haters you see on the 'Gram
Just mind your own business and be a good man
Be a good boss and be a good friend
Spread your imaginations to the millions
Don't worry about how to maintain all your millions
Just spread that positivity for the children
And all the haters that's hatin', just love 'em
'Cause that's the only way you ever gon' kill 'em
Know some of you feelin' (Know some of you feelin')
Last but not least, put your ego on the shelf
And remember, love yourself (Love yourself)

Oh nah, nah (Oh, nah, nah)
Put your ego on the shelf and love yourself (Love yourself)
Nah, nah, nah (Nah, nah, nah)
Put your ego on the shelf, and remember, love your-
'Member, love yourself

Oh nah, nah
Put your ego on the shelf and love yourself
Nah, nah, nah

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Homicide

(feat. Eminem)

[Smokey Legendary & Logic]
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Why, Dad?
Because you came out of my balls, nigga
Hahahahahaha
(Roof!)

[Logic]
F*ck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, f*ck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies

I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
And I dare you to test me
'Cause not a single one of you motherf*ckers impress me
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration
But I'm full of innovation
And I'm tired of all of this high school "He's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you motherf*ckers even rap? Shit
No, this ain't a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em
Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

F*ck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, f*ck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady

There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes
No, we ain't f*ckin' with that
Yeah, there's a time and a place
But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
Callin' yourself the greatest alive
Then you don't deserve to do that
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
You gon' get smacked
You gon' make Bobby attack
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

F*ck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, f*ck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady

[Eminem]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you f*ckers who didn't write anything
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I said "rover" because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I roll over my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
I'll go slow for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)
Beast mode, motherf*ckers 'bout to get hit
With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
Who the best, I don't gotta say a f*ckin' thing, though
'Cause MCs know
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
I don't want to f*ckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
Big bills like a platypus
A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherf*ckers are scatterin'
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the f*ckin' headband again
A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the f*ckin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular f*ck, like f*ck rap
I sound like a f*ckin' millionaire
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug a f*ckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a f*ckin' air duct
I'm about to bare-knuckle it, nah, f*ck it
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
Abraca-f*ckin'-dabra
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
What? Dracula, f*ck that shit
I'm up, back with a thud
Man, stop

[Chris D'Elia]
Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
Do all this while ya panickin'
And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins
And I'm goin' to Fanagans
Trying to get up a plan against
All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans
While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana
You're in a cab-
I'm in a cabana and a Janet
I'm in a cabana chantin' all this standup banter
While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina
You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards
While I'm world tourin'
You usin' way too many napkins, papkins
Lapkins and chapki-
You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'
Flappin' around like a bapkin'
Flamminababbitapannitajampkin
Dammit, a can of pada-

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Wannabe

How much does fame weigh?
A gram

I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can't I be famous?
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can't I be, I be
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can't I be famous?
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
I wanna be

I'm just a regular person, so I'm not good enough
No, I'm not good enough, no, I ain't shit
I don't get likes like they get likes
So I'm gonna slit my f*ckin' wrist
I ain't apologin', inject the collagen
Make me feel like I'm in college again (college again)
He sellin' fame by the gram (by the gram)
Can't leave the house without chewin' my hand (chewin' my hand)
That social media shit is a contest
If I ain't winnin' then I am depressed
And I feel less than, I get stressed then
I, I, I, I, I get stressed like (ooh)
Why you think Kanye crazy?
Why you think YG in Brazy like, "Suu whoop"
Why you think Dope Boy ain't on the Internet no more?
Motherf*ck all of you

I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can't I be famous?
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can't I be, I be
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
Why can't I be famous?
I wanna be famous, I wanna be famous
I wanna be

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​​clickbait

You are amazing, you are amazing, you are amazing, you are
You are amazing, you are amazing, you are amazing, you are
You are incredible, you are incredible, you are incredible, you ain't shit
You are incredible, you are forgettable, you are forgettable, you are for...

All these comments got me lost in my mind
All these thoughts that I'm having are not mine
I always post that I'm having a good time
So my life looks perfect online
She say she never done some shit like this before
Suck my dick until I nut and then I go
I want a good girl but I always f*ck with hoes
I love drugs, I pop pills, I do blow, blow, blow
I think this girl at the club wants to f*ck me
And I really think her boyfriend wants to f*ck me up
You're the reason that I'm up all night
You're the reason that I get no sleep
You say my music ain't shit when I creep
Say I should empty the whole bottle in my mouth like Peep
And overdose, immortalize myself
While the media use my death, monetize they wealth
RIP Lil Peep, let that young man sleep
Let that young man death teach
The youth, the streets
To beat addiction
Yeah, that's my diction
Moment of silence
I don't do the Breakfast Club 'cause Charlamagne is shameless
That's the only one I leave out when I run my bases
Do your research 'fore you call somebody homophobic
You make a living off of controversy and you know it
I ain't that type of artist, respect my name and we can talk about it
I'd suck a dick just to prove it ain't that way (Nigga, what?)
Ninety-nine percent don't listen what I say (You gay)
Quote that line but leave out all the mental health
Slap a bitch in the face then I count my wealth
That's the shit they want, yeah, that's the shit they need
That's the shit make people click
That's the shit that make me sick, so

You are amazing, you are amazing, you are amazing, you are
You are amazing, you are amazing, you are amazing, you are
You are incredible, you are incredible, you are incredible, you ain't shit
You are incredible, you are forgettable, you are forgettable, you are for...

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Mama / Show Love

Mama, look at me now
Mama, look at me now

I got the juice, coming for you and I'm bringing the noose
Leaving 'em hanging, my shit banging
Second that I came in the game, I'm aiming
Hold up, wait a minute, break it down for the laymen
(Do do do do do do)
I'm killin' everybody, I'm the MC that the MC's study
Look up to me, little buddy (do it like me, little buddy)
Save yo money, don't think about a Beamer
'Til ya sellin' out arenas, and you're ballin' like a
Ballin' ballin' ballin' ballin'
Everybody wonder what it be like
Now it what it seem like, now it what it dream like
Go like green light, somethin' what a fiend like
Do it for the drug and we do it for the love
And we do it for the high that we get, when we ride in the whip
And somebody pull up on you and they vibevibevibing your shit

Mama (Yeah, uh), look at me now

Mama look what you created, now I'm super faded
And I'm truly hated 'cause I'm real rich
But she too elated 'cause she knew we made it
Got the Louis sueded on some trill shit
I be coolin', nigga, making stupid figures
But the truth is realer than the fake shit
Know they shoot the killers and produce the triggers
I go two gorillas on some Bape shit
Look at all the fame and the fortune, the pain and extortion
The range and the Porches, the same, but it's gorgeous
Mama called me, said your name on the Forbes list
Thank god your daddy never paid for abortion
But sharing clothes, good times, I'ma cherish those
Now I'm stuck doing Paris shows
Embarrass hoes, I'm carousel, I'm careless though
I bear the toe, don't dare your soul (my god)

Mama, look at me now

Ay, I'm the one that's where you're from
They get it done, I'm killing them without a gun
Take it in, rake it in like a leaf from a money tree
Keep it goin', keep it goin', get the money, get the money
When it's sunny, 'cause when them clouds come
I can promise it's depression
That's when you learn your lesson
Thought you was cut out for this, your profession
Go be the best and all of that, nah f*ck all of that
No one call him back, yeah, no falling back
Breaking down on stage, break it down the page
Breaking down your age
Like, like now, all you do is compare, compare, compare
Comparing yourself to the world
And you losing yourself to the world
And you're losing yourself to your money, your fame, and your fans
You have bigger plans, you is in demand, they don't give a (damn)
Spend all your money on bullshit and drama
Had zeros and zeros, and commas on commas
On commas, on commas, on commas (on commas)

Mama, look at me now (me now)

Ay, ay, bitch, get the f*ck off my dick
Everybody better, I'ma talk my shit
Put him on my back, then I walk my shit
F*ck around, flick my wrist, get it like this
I got more plaques than I know what to do with
Believed in myself when nobody else knew it
Goddamn, I been through it
Goddamn, I been through it
You ain't got class, bitch you been truant
I am the truest, no need to ask
Back it up, girl, now back that ass
Bobby get bitches 'cause bitches love Bobby
And all of the bitches say Bobby delicious
To say I love bitches completely fictitious

'Cause I, I respect women
But let's be real, man, there's some bad bitches out there

Man, I'm just playing
She flipped the reefer, don't know what I'm saying
I'm pushin' 30, my, I'm pushin' 30, my man (It's time to have fun)
Shoutout that boy Gambino, shoutout that boy K. Dot
Shoutout that boy young Drizzy, all y'all been doing a lot
Why the rap game so scared to show love?
I don't know but I am not
That shit right there, I'm Black Thought
Y'all bring it back to the roots
Yes, I most definitely got the juice
Yes, I got love for the game
Don't do this shit for the fame
It's how we people the same
Don't care what set you claim
Shoutout that boy YG, Nat King Cole and JID
Everybody know I be in the club V.I.P (huh)
Psych, not me
Too many people to name, but know I got love for you all
If you need me, I got you, I promise, just give me a call
Hip hop, we a family, but the hype beast wanna ban me
'Cause I am me, speak love, not hate, so they don't understand me
2019 better get that Grammy
Give me my props where props is due
Why everybody wanna come stop you?
Maybe they mad that they not you
When you piece that peace and love
Make them wanna come through, pop shots at you
That's no love, f*ck that, show love
Don't buck back like a bitch

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Out of Sight

What

We gon' make it, knock on wood
We gon' make it, knock on wood
Used to wish that I could ball, yeah, I used to wish I could
Fifty thousand on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I'm only 29, but I still ain't hit my peak
'Cause I (what), uh, I'm out of sight
Quarter million for a '67, yeah, I think I might, uh (what)
I think I did, God damn, think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib (what)

We gon' make it, knock on wood
We gon' make it, knock on wood (what)
Used to wish that I could ball
Yeah, I used to wish I could
Now with millions in the bank
My only question is I should (what)
Scared money don't make none, yeah, I'm good
Fifty fifty on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I'm only 29, but I still ain't hit my peak
Put a bullet through your sheet, put your body in the earth
Like a cleat, like a (what, what), like a cleat
Bobby gon' body the beat, then you know he gon' repeat
'Cause I'm what? Out of sight
'Cause I'm (what), I'm out of sight
Quarter million for a '67, yeah, I think I might, uh
I think I did, hold up now, I think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib
Fifty million in the bank, hundred million on my mind
If I die tomorrow, at least I done had one hell of a time
Switch the flow up when I rhyme
Switch the flow up when I rhyme
People throwin' shade 'cause I shine
Fifty thousand in the pot, I just threw in twenty blind
Shooting craps in the alley, I bet all the food stamps
Now my house in the valley make me wanna do the dance, like

We gon' make it, knock on wood
We gon' make it, knock on wood
Used to wish that I could ball, yeah, I used to wish I could
Fifty thousand on my wrist, Red Octobers on my feet
Yeah, I'm only 29, but I still ain't hit my peak
'Cause I (what), uh, I'm out of sight
Quarter million for a '67, yeah, I think I might, uh (What)
I think I did, God damn, I think I did
Smoke a blunt with my shorty at the crib
Then I dig up in the rib (What)
We gon' make it, knock on wood
We gon' make it, knock on wood (What)
People always told me I would never make it out my hood
Yeah, I made it, knock on wood
Now I made it, knock on wood
All the money we makin' keep circulatin' like it should

What, what
What, what

What?

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Pardon My Ego

Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (uh)
It don't matter where we at, it's poppin' like a gun off (uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (uh, ah, uh, uh)
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (uh)
It don't matter where we at, it's poppin' like a gun off (uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (uh)

Skinny Nikki geeky, gettin' brain dead, uh
I don't give a f*ck what the lames say, uh
Old girl wanna give the boy head
How 'bout a little bitty self-love instead?
I can't f*ck a ho, I'd rather self-love instead
Can't save a ho, no S on my chest, or gun to my head (ah)
Get the bread (ah), get the bread (ah)
Count this f*cking money, boy, now get the bread, uh
I ain't just tryna get a nut off
Bobby Boy be quick to leave a bad bitch cut off
Like when you in the studio and the vocal get cut

Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (uh)
It don't matter where we at, it's poppin' like a gun off (uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (uh, ah, uh, uh)
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (uh)
It don't matter where we at, it's poppin' like a gun off (uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (uh)

Like (ah)
Get the bread (ah), get the bread (ah)
Count this f*cking money, boy, now get the bread

I'm feelin' like Kid Cudi
A little crazy, but tell me, what genius ain't a little nutty?
Everybody be like that sometimes
You can hear it in me in some rhymes
I ain't bipolar, Kanye make me wish I was
'Cause that level of genius the meanest
Nobody f*ckin' around with that flow
When I spit it, you know it's the cleanest, uh
All my haters can suck my penis
Went from five hundred a show to sellin' out arenas
From SOB's in NYC
To smokin' trees at the motherf*ckin' Garden
Pardon my ego, uh
Maybe it's the weed smoke
Maybe it's the beat though
If I draw it in the sand
Better not cross the line like a free throw, uh

Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (uh)
It don't matter where we at, it's poppin' like a gun off (uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (uh, ah, uh, uh)
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (uh)
It don't matter where we at, it's poppin' like a gun off (uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (uh)

Like (ah)
Get the bread (ah), get the bread (ah)
Count this f*cking money, boy, now get the bread

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COMMANDO

(Let that boy breathe)

Make it pop (ay)
Make it pop (ay)
Make it drop (ay)
Don't stop (ay)
Make it pop (ay)
Make it pop (ay)
Make it drop (ay)
Don't stop (ay)
Make it pop (ay)
Make it pop (ay)
Make it drop (ay)
Don't stop (ay)
Make it drop (ay)
Make it drop (ay)
Make it drop (ay)
Don't stop (ay)

You got a Rolex but can't tell the time 'cause you stupid as f*ck (let that boy breathe)
Don't f*ck around, bitch I do what I love, yes I do what I want (yes, I do what I want)
Uh, hit up my homie T-Money, he supply the weed for the blunt
Yeah, hit up my homie T-Money, he supply the weed for the month (ay)
I do it all, do what I want and I go where I want
But can't go to the mall (but can't go to the mall)
'Cause if I did, they'd shut that bitch down like
Rap Justin Bieber, best believe, when I'm around
They go crazy, they go crazy, ride this dick girl, don't get lazy like "Oh!"
That shit they love, right? (ay, ay)
PLP, but keep that in the glove, right? (ay, ay)
Michael Jackson on these hoes,
You know I keep a glove (hee-hee)
Boss up like Lando, like Donald Glove
Yeah, my girl go commando, you know I love (you)
Light the scented candle, then you know I grub (know I grub)
Can't f*ck with no basic bitch who want a thug
Bobby sell albums, no he don't sell drugs (let that boy breathe)

Make it pop (ay)
Make it pop (ay)
Make it drop (ay)
Don't stop (ay)
Make it pop (ay)
Make it pop (ay)
Make it drop (ay)
Don't stop (ay)
Make it pop (ay)
Make it pop (ay)
Make it drop (ay)
Don't stop (ay)
Make it drop (ay)
Make it drop (ay)
Make it drop (ay)
Don't stop (ay)

Logic hit my line, he said
"Help me break the internet though, my brother, listen"
I said "Say no more" (say no more)
So gather 'round, but let me just say this before
Ladies and gentlemen, the moment y'all been waiting for (waiting for)
Gerald and Bobby, the clash of the titans, go tell somebody (go tell somebody)
The world has been waiting, the world has been watching
You finally got it (finally got it)
They always compare us, they pit us against us
Yeah, but that's not it (yeah, but that's not it)
So get the f*ck off me, my brother, he said he don't f*ck with nobody
I'm feelin Godly, wearin' all white
Rewritin' history, did it tonight
My OG told me we did it right
E-40 told me we did it right
Middle school dreams, stay coming true, we doing well (we doing well)
Yeah, walk in bodegas, buying my cover of XXL (XXL)
Yeah, fell in love with music, but I know this shit's a business now
Back to basics, like it's Lasik's, got the vision now
Been had drive, but I swear this shit's just different now (different now)
Two Ferraris later, everything is clicking now (let that boy breathe)

Make it pop (ay)
Make it pop (ay)
Make it drop (ay)
Don't stop (ay)
Make it pop (ay)
Make it pop (ay)
Make it drop (ay)
Don't stop (ay)
Make it pop (ay)
Make it pop (ay)
Make it drop (ay)
Don't stop (ay)
Make it drop (ay)
Make it drop (ay)
Make it drop (ay)

(Let that boy breathe)
Hehe

---

Icy

(ft. Gucci Mane)

I'm icy, I'm clean
I'm icy

I'm icy (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm clean (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm a bad motherf*cker (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm mean (I'm icy)
I'm icy (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm clean (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm a bad motherf*cker (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm mean (I'm icy, I'm clean)

I had a plot as a kid to get rich
Hah, listen, lil' bitch
Got the game in my hand like a Switch
It's just me and my clique
Rap and get money, rap and get money
Said rap and get money, motherf*cker
Ain't this shit funny?
Don't do it for money, don't do it for money
But if it come down to the money
I got a lot
I got a lot, like a lot
More than I need
I got children to feed, I got places to be
I got bitches to f*ck, let me see your ID
Nah, I'm just playin', I'm playin'
You know that I'm playin', don't know what I'm sayin', no
Know that we chillin', we vibin'
We smokin' and drinkin', we gettin' this money though
Follow me, follow me, follow me
All the way, all the way into my paradise
I'm so cold, I think I'm made of ice

I'm icy (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm clean (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm a bad motherf*cker (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm mean (I'm icy)
I'm icy (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm clean (I'm icy, I'm clean, it's Gucci)
I'm a bad motherf*cker (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm mean (I'm icy, I'm clean)

I'm a human glacier, wrist full of frozen water (well, damn)
Comin' live from the hood like a news reporter (6)
Bling bling, Mr. S-O-I-C-Y (Y)
All the hoes jockin' Gucci Mane and I see why (woah)
I stay freshly and clean, clean like André 3-thou' (thou')
I was a Big Boi since a kid, now the world found out (huh?)
Mom named me Radric 'cause I'm radical (yeah)
Teamed up with Logic, he threw me a lateral (dope)
Big gold solitaires, that's collateral (bling)
She a Wop stan, she so fanatical (mwah)
Fall out when they see me, they dramatical
She ain't icy enough, we're not compatible

I'm icy (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm clean (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm a bad motherf*cker (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm mean (I'm icy)
I'm icy (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm clean (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm a bad motherf*cker (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm mean (I'm icy, I'm clean)

I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm so cold, I'm chilly
You know I got the C-notes like I'm Eilish, I'm Billie
That boy Logic flow so cold, loco, crazy, silly
You ever gon' stop rappin'?
I'm thinkin' no, no, not really, ayy
I be quick to put an ugly bitch in her place
'Cause a beautiful woman is something to see
And she's not defined by her face
Can't f*ck with no girl who be all on the 'Gram
Tryna post while I'm eatin' spaghetti
Damn, girl, can't you be normal?
I'm famous as f*ck, yeah, we get it already
But who give a shit about that
I am a good man, how 'bout that?
No way in hell I'm defined by the stat
Smokin' that pack, let me get it back
Let me get up in it, let me hit it like that
If you wanna come and get it with the RattPack
Like ayy, I'ma be here forever and a day
I be at the Grammy party with Jay and Bey
Oh shit, yeah, that's me
Sellin' out NYC
That shit I can't believe

I'm icy (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm clean (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm a bad motherf*cker (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm mean (I'm icy)
I'm icy (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm clean (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm a bad motherf*cker (I'm icy, I'm clean)
I'm mean

---

Still Ballin

'Cause that's uh, Seth MacFarlane shit
Orville, we on that outer space
F*ck, I'mma keep this in the beginning too
Nyeesh

I'm ready to kick it
Give me the sample, you know I'ma flip it
Writin' this shit like I'm Lemony Snicket
If she lookin' bad then you know I'ma dick it
I whip it out, then let her lick it
I'm wicked, I'm awesome, I'm icy, I'm flossin'
Literally, shit is literary
I eviscerate any my adversary
When I rolled up, showed up, leave 'em toed up
If you represent, then throw up
Tell me how you really wanna get it
'Cause you motherf*ckers better be ready for the moment that I'ma give it
I'm a monster like Nicki, I'm twisted
Don't look away, no you don't want to miss it
I'm glad everybody can listen me spit it
I hit 'em with the brrat like gat, don't miss it
Ayy, bitches, they all on my dick
I know you lovin' this shit
Rappers, they run when I spit
Wait, let me reload the clip
I'm kicking this shit like kung fu, kicking this shit like Cordae do
Kill 'em all, then hit the rendezvous
Killing these beats like Kanye do
Like Yeezus, believe us, my Jesus, I'm ballin'
Top five alive but number one callin'
They say, "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, you so busy, so shameless
Hit another level when your ass got famous"
Now they taking shots at the boy but it's aimless
That purple micro, red dot, I'm high and I'm killin' shit
Since 2009, feelin' fine, yeah, I'm still in it
Changin' with the times when I rhyme, people feelin' it like braille
They say, "Logic different now," and I be like, "Oh well"
I'm rich, I'm healthy, I'm happy, and I'm wealthy
Money like my last name Banks
Bitch, you Geoffrey, bitch, you Geoffrey, like shit
You salty, uh, I said you salty 'cause you sluggish
I made it 'cause I'm me, ain't switch the image like I'm thuggish
I'm ballin' like the Nuggets, they hatin', I'm like, "F*ck it"
Every shot I take, I make like Kobe, I'm like, "Buckets"

I'm ballin', I'm ballin', y'all (I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin')
Told you way back when that I ain't f*ckin' with y'all (I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin')
I'm ballin', I'm ballin', y'all (I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin')
Wasn't with me way back when, then I won't answer the call (I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin')
I'm ballin', I'm ballin', y'all (I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin')
Told you way back when that I ain't f*ckin' with y'all (I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin')
I'm ballin', I'm ballin', y'all (I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin')
Wasn't with me way back when, then I won't answer the call (I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin')

Okay

One foot out the door, one foot in the Wraith
I do what I want, you do what they say
Gucci, I don't rock, only Taylor Gang
New chain I just bought so icy, freeze your brain
Party on the plane, party when I land
I just left the snow and now I'm in the sand, y'all don't understand
Everywhere we go, people turn to fans
I don't mean to brag but I get the bag, y'all don't see the plan
Pressure, all I smoke is pressure
Million dollars in the bank and fitted on the dresser
And I ain't ever gonna change, I'll stay the same forever
You niggas better play it safe 'til everything is settled
I'm in the new levels, I keep my cool better
Just copped a new crib because the pool better
Just got a private flight, that mean I flew better
To kill this f*ckin' beat, me and Logic, who better? Hahaha

I'm ballin', I'm ballin', y'all (I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin')
Told you way back when that I ain't f*ckin' with y'all (I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin')
I'm ballin', I'm ballin', y'all (I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin')
Wasn't with me way back when, then I won't answer the call (I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin')
I'm ballin', I'm ballin', y'all (I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin')
Told you way back when that I ain't f*ckin' with y'all (I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin')
I'm ballin', I'm ballin', y'all (I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin')
Wasn't with me way back when, then I won't answer the call (I'm ballin', I'm ballin', I'm ballin')

---

Cocaine

Yeah

Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, molly
Percocet, my rep move up like a dolly
If I talk about this shit more often, prolly
If I talk about this shit more often, more often
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, molly
Percocet, my rep move up like a dolly
If I talk about this shit more often, prolly
If I talk about this shit more often, more often

I ain't never f*ckin' with no sneak diss
Best get off my dick, boy, you better not repeat this
Cocaine what I flip, jump in the whip, cannot compete with
A real OG like me, you know I get that dough like deep dish
Got the party jumpin' in Atlanta like I'm Freaknik
Got the party jumpin' in Atlanta like I'm Donald Glover
I don't want no good girl, I'm thinking I need a freak bitch
I don't want no good girl 'cause your boy he ain't no lover
(Revol on t'nia yob ruoy)
F*ck her with no rubber then I bounce back
Smokin' on some shit so good, I can't even pronounce that
Shawty, drop it low and make it bounce back
Smokin' on some shit so good I can't even pronounce-nounce

Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, molly
Percocet, my rep move up like a dolly
If I talk about this shit more often, prolly
If I talk about this shit more often, more often
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, molly
Percocet, my rep move up like a dolly
If I talk about this shit more often, prolly
If I talk about this shit more often, more often

Uh, I don't really wanna glorify it but the streets glorify it
So I gotta glorify it 'fore the people throw a riot
If I don't talk about it on my album, they won't buy it
Man, f*ck that, listen up, quiet
They wanna see a black man fall down, uh
They wanna see a black man lose
They wanna see a black man fall down
They want more blacks to sing the blues
They wanna see a black man fall down
They wanna see a black man lose
They wanna see a black man fall down
They want more blacks to sing the blues
Bank don't wanna give me a loan for my house
That's why I sell bricks by the gas station
Never had a foundation
White man split up all my people on the plantation
Hope somebody prayin' for all they salvation
Hope somebody prayin' for all they salvation
Even though this the dialogue inside of my brain
I'm filled with pain, but I just can't seem to refrain from

Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, molly
Percocet, my rep move up like a dolly
If I talk about this shit more often, prolly
If I talk about this shit more often, more often
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, molly
Percocet, my rep move up like a dolly
If I talk about this shit more often, prolly
If I talk about this shit more often

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Limitless

You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand, it's the jam
Just don't give a damn
Coolin' with the fam goin' ham
Fly to Vegas, get the band
Haters hate me, but they stan
'Cause the things they wish they could they know I can, goddamn

You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand
You the man, you know you the man
Just don't, just don't, just don't give a damn
Coolin', coolin' with the fam, goin' ham
Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am
You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand
You the man, you know you the man
Just don't, just don't, just don't give a damn
Coolin', coolin' with the fam, goin' ham
Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am

Goddamn, this shit been the plan, do it 'cause I can
Made more money than 99% percent, doin' it like spam
F*ckin' hand reachin' up at night, I do not give a damn
Spend a lot to make a lot and then we do that shit again
1967 Bronco pull up like I serve that blanco
1-800 made my bank account look like a phone number
Your career goin' under, I'm top five that's alive, that's no lie
You ain't in the conversation, couldn't make it if you tried
If you ain't droppin' shit like all the time
Then people think you died
Shit too easy for my blood, they quick to leave you crucified
Shit ain't work out with my last, TMZ act like I lied
Called Jermaine for some advice
'Cause these people think I'm careless
He said, "Bobby, on the real, man, f*ck 'em all
You should care less"

You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand (oh you so care)
You the man, you know you the man (oh you so, oh you so careless)
Just don't, just don't, just don't give a damn
Coolin', coolin' with the fam, goin' ham
Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am (goddamn)
You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand
You the man, you know you the man
Just don't, just don't, just don't give a damn
Coolin', coolin' with the fam, goin' ham
Now they all know who I am

Now they all know who I am, the f*ckin' man
I'ma get it like that, baby girl, now tell me, do you understand?
I swear, my only motivation is your elation, I feel the sensation
Baby girl, be patient, my heart is racing
She keep on telling me she promise she ain't never done this before
I said, "I know that's a lie, but I love when you try
And I just can't live without it
Even the thought of you leaving, I can't think about it"

You say, you say, you say
You know you the man, you know you the man
You the only man who truly understands
I said I know I'm the man, yeah, I know I am
Ain't no doubt about it
Every single move I make, they always seem to write about it
That's why I never leave the compound
Always up inside it, I ain't never in the streets
When I am, they come runnin' to the boy, to the boy
I got way too many people nowadays I'm tryna avoid
I ain't been on the 'Gram in months, that shit get me too annoyed
All the weed inside these blunts
Got me feelin' paranoid like, 'noid like
Yeezy, Bobby, take it easy, my dawg
Why you always make it look so easy, my dawg?
Yeah, these haters talking shit, but success is my shield
Scarecrow flow, I'm outstanding in my field
I just texted J. J Abrams on some million dollar shit
Yeah, my movie gon' be crazy, first I gotta polish shit
Schoolin' all you f*ckin' rappers, this right here the scholarship
If my presence near your presence
Then you best acknowledge it, bitch

You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand
You the man, you know you the man
Just don't, just don't, just don't give a damn
Coolin', coolin' with the fam goin' ham
Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am
You the man, you know you the man
Rollie on your hand
You the man, you know you the man
Just don't, just don't, just don't give a damn
Coolin', coolin' with the fam goin' ham
Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am

Now they all know who I am

---

Keanu Reeves

Yeah

I'm the one, bitch, I am the one, like Keanu Reeves
Get it done, yeah, I get it done, no blood on the leaves
They can't leave us hangin', no, no, not no more, best believe
Yeah, that shit is banging, Bobby killed it with no time to grieve
I'm the one, bitch, I am the one, like Keanu Reeves
Get it done, yeah I get it done, no blood on the leaves
They can't leave us hangin', no, no, not no more, best believe
Yeah, that shit is banging, Bobby killed it with no time to grieve

At the Garden, sitting courtside, look around like "Oh my god"
I just sold this motherf*cker out, I ain't even try
I ain't one to floss, but I got plaques, run it back
Once I touchdown, I go deep like a running back
Just jumped on the private jet and rolled a joint
Played the beat then wrote that joint
Wrote a whole movie, then I sold that joint
F*ck Illuminati, that boy 6ix got my back
6ix made this beat, 6ix bring the heat
You got on repeat, word on the street
Can't no one compete, I'm spectacular
That boy got the sauce on the regular
I don't play no games 'less we talkin' Fortnite
Finally knew I made it, sittin' at the red light
When them soccer moms pull up in they van while I ride
Like "Oh my god, children, it's the 1-800 guy"
But my door's suicide, yeah, I'm too alive
Bitch, I have arrived, everybody know I'm one hell of a guy
I ain't tryna f*ck your girl, I'm tryna f*ck your momma
F*ck the drama, bank account got a extra comma
Yeah, they sweat me like the sauna
Red carpet in my own merch, like that shit is designer
Did you know I'm mixed like Obama?
It ain't a project if Logic ain't talkin' 'bout being biracial
Bicoastal, I'm platinum, go postal, I'm snappin'
Yeah, you know Bobby, but prolly' only know my new shit
That trap shit, that cool shit, but they all know that fool spit

I'm the one, bitch, I am the one, like Keanu Reeves
Get it done, yeah I get it done, no blood on the leaves
They can't leave us hangin', no, no, not no more, best believe
Yeah, that shit is banging, Bobby killed it with no time to grieve
I'm the one, bitch, I am the one, like Keanu Reeves
Get it done, yeah I get it done, no blood on the leaves
They can't leave us hangin', no, no, not no more, best believe
Yeah, that shit is banging, Bobby killed it with no time to grieve

Yeah, you know you made it when they make a meme for ya
Haters that never made it, I'm living the dream for ya
Roll up, grab the kush and then roll up
Hold up, better give me what I want when I show up
You know what I do, not who coming through
How 'bout you?
F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, you're cool
I don't f*ck with nobody like mean girls in high school
I don't give a damn that I'm famous
Why it seem like every single celebrity shameless, it's dangerous
Got fifty million but my swag on food stamps
All these models poppin’ bottles, bitch I ain't tryna dance
She said "No, I don't wanna pay my bills"
I need a hard working woman with respect who will
This for everybody who ain't made it yet
Got five degrees and six figures in debt
Follow your dreams ho, follow your-follow your uh
Somebody calling your uh, it's destiny
Hold up with the turn up for a second man, who's testing me
I got so much power, don't know why the heavens blessing me
PLP, I think that is the recipe
So I'ma take a moment, use my power for good
F*ck the bullshit, do what you love and get out the hood

I'm the one, bitch, I am the one, like Keanu Reeves
Get it done, yeah I get it done, no blood on the leaves
They can't leave us hangin', no, no, not no more, best believe
Yeah, that shit is banging, Bobby killed it with no time to grieve
I'm the one, bitch, I am the one, like Keanu Reeves
Get it done, yeah I get it done, no blood on the leaves
They can't leave us hangin', no, no, not no more, best believe
Yeah, that shit is banging, Bobby killed it with no time to grieve, ayy

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Don't Be Afraid to Be Different

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Don't be afraid to be different
Don't be afraid to be different, y'all
Don't be afraid to be different
Don't be afraid to be different, y'all
Don't be afraid to be different
Don't be afraid to be different, y'all
Don't be afraid to be different
Don't be afraid to be different, y'all

West Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground is where I, f- all that
Came in the game on my neon fresh
Won the first rap Grammy so I guess I'm blessed
Come off tours, walk on sets
Everybody followin' the trends I set
60 million sold, doin' it different
And my IG poppin' from doing it different
Bad vibrations, I stay distant
RattPack, MSFTS, doin' it different
Fortnite doin' the Carlton dance
Come on, it's just different, man

Don't be afraid to be different
Don't be afraid to be different, y'all
Don't be afraid to be different
Don't be afraid to be different, y'all
Don't be afraid to be different
Don't be afraid to be different, y'all
Don't be afraid to be different
Don't be afraid to be different, y'all

Used to be that motherf*cker in the background
Yeah, but now I'm in the forefront
'Cause I keep it more blunt, goddamn
Pump up the jam, pump up the volume
I'm not Rakim, but I'm doper than
Pump up, pump up the jam, pump up the volume
I'm not Rakim, but I'm doper than Valium
Back in high school I was not the man
Now wherever I go they know who I am
From Maryland to Beijing I'm raging
Paging the doctor on call, the illest of them all

Don't be afraid to be different
Don't be afraid to be different, y'all
Don't be afraid to be different
Don't be afraid to be different, y'all
Don't be afraid to be different
Don't be afraid to be different, y'all
Don't be afraid to be different
Don't be afraid to be different, y'all

This is for the people goin' hard in the gym
This is for the people goin' hard on the dance floor
Pump up the heart rate and dance more
Pump up the, pump up the motherf*ckin' jam
Rhymin' like Dr. Seuss, bitch I'm Sam I Am
I don't give a damn 'bout lyrics
You should feel the spirit when you hear it
No f*ckboys, a legend can't get near it
Sucka em—sucka emcees they, sucka emcees, they fear it

Don't be afraid to be different
Don't be afraid to be different, y'all
Don't be afraid to be different
Don't be afraid to be different, y'all
Don't be afraid to be different
Don't be afraid to be different, y'all
Don't be afraid to be different
Don't be afraid to be different, y'all

---

BOBBY

Fame be like, like when you rich and famous and shit
They think you s'posed to act a certain way
I'm a little lit on the tour bus, so I'ma act a certain way
Mike Holland, we recordin'?
Whoa, that my man? Ayy

Who got the juice like me?
Who got the juice like, who got the juice like (Bobby)
I'm finna give her the D
End of the night, she gon' be screamin', be screamin' (Bobby)
Who sell out arenas? Who spit it the meanest?
Who's biracial only in his penis? (Bobby)
My shit the cleanest, I'm a f*ckin' genius
Self-proclaimed, but they know the name (Bobby)
Who got the juice like me?
Who got the juice like, who got the juice like (Bobby)
I'm finna give her the D
End of the night, she gon' be screamin', be screamin' (Bobby)
Who sell out arenas? Who spit it the meanest?
Who's biracial only in his penis? (Bobby)
My shit the cleanest, I'm a f*ckin' genius
Self-proclaimed, but they know the name (Bobby)

I guess when you make it this big
People assume your head this big (Bobby)
Start takin' shots, yeah, they pour the drink
In person, they blow smoke like a cig
Shorty gon' pass me the head 'til I nut
I am so rich that I don't give a f*ck
Me and my homies, we smoke in the cut
Momberg, like what?
I just performed for like fifteen thousand
I leave these women arousin'
All the pussy in the club make a tidal wave
Come on, now, Bobby boy, behave
Black and white, you ain't half of the nigga I am
You just mad you ain't as big as I am
Real MC, your shit Sam I Am
Been a while, can I get a "God damn"?
I am the best in my field like a slave
Who said f*ck emancipation, burned the plantation
Facing death, and then put the master in his grave
Why? 'Cause black is beautiful
Snappin' so hard, I might snap a cuticle
Fifty million in the bank, know my circle like a tank
Think you can get in, you can't
Kiss a bitch hand and she faint
Kiss a bitch hand and she faint

Who got the juice like me?
Who got the juice like, who got the juice like (Bobby)
I'm finna give her the D
End of the night, she gon' be screamin', be screamin' (Bobby)
Who sell out arenas? Who spit it the meanest?
Who's biracial only in his penis? (Bobby)
My shit the cleanest, I'm a f*ckin' genius
Self-proclaimed, but they know the name (Bobby)
Who got the juice like me?
Who got the juice like, who got the juice like (Bobby)
I'm finna give her the D
End of the night, she gon' be screamin', be screamin' (Bobby)
Who sell out arenas? Who spit it the meanest?
Who's biracial only in his penis? (Bobby)
My shit the cleanest, I'm a f*ckin' genius
Self-proclaimed, but they know the name (Bobby)

Man, you know, he don't f*ck with nobody
You know why?
'Cause all y'all niggas is talkin' a bunch of bullshit
And you know, you can't back up what ya say
Because your mouth say one thing
And your actions show another
Then you can't back it up
So what the f*ck you gon' do?
This is Logic's dad, this is Bobby Smokey Hall
And he came out my balls (Bobby)

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Lost in Translation

Yeah, turn my headphones up just a little more
Just a little bit

Chillin' with my homies and we vibin’
All this potion that I'm sippin', I ain’t drivin'
Life a motherf*cker, but we still survivin'
Colored people time, but nigga, we still arrivin'
Chillin' with my homies and we vibin'
All this potion that I'm sippin', I ain’t drivin’
Life a motherf*cker, but we still survivin'
Colored people time, but nigga, we still arrivin’ (Ayy, yeah, ayy)

I'm feelin' like Andre pre-3K 'cause all I got is Benjamins
Y’all know the regiment R-A-double-T-P-A-C-K
Rappin' like back in the day, yeah, you heard what I say
From EBT and watchin' BET on my TV to platinum CD
Now I got it like that, the boy brought it like that
Yeah they gon' bring it back
Like the illest sample from the '70s, I'm feelin' heavenly
Grew up in Maryland and now my neighbor is Beverley
Even when Bobby Boy over the hill and he's 70
I'ma be packin' that weaponry, I am the greatest alive
You already know it, I don't gotta say it, this shit is telepathy
If you feel different, then step to me
'Cause I've been ballin, shot-callin'
Droppin' heat back to back while y'all stallin'
Y'all wanna ante up, but I'm all-in
Climbin' the ladder, ain't no way I'm fallin'
Come here, my darlin', married to the game
Come now, feel the pain
But I got a side bitch and that's real
We love to make movies, I told you, that's reel
That's just how I feel
Tell me what I, tell me what I really wanna give for a life like this
No, the boy won't fade away
Take it day-to-day, everybody wanna hate straight-away
That's how we livin' in the world today
I'm Louis, you more C.K.
Was a outcast on the come up back in the day
And now I'm more Andre post-3K, like woo

Break it down
Break-break-break-break-break it down
Break it down (Can I kick it?)
Break-break-break-break-break it down

Ayo, ayo
Fuck you like Cee-Lo, buck it then I reload
Sippin' Pellegrino, shoot the shit like Tarantino (Break it down)
In the cut like Lilo with everybody we know
We all in together like we cousins in the '90s
And if you don't know 'bout that shit
Then you don't know 'bout rap shit, that's jack shit (Yeah)
You ain't got a nickel, son, yeah, I said that's Jack shit
You ain't got a dime dog, you dropped it, that's rat shit
Stab you in the back shit, ratchet
My style is impeccable and nobody could match it
I'm Bruce Wayne terrorizin' Gotham, I'm batshit
I'm Kim Kardashian with a hatchet
Constantly reshapin' this body of work, I'm an introvert
Wonder why I smoke dope, no wonder why I can't cope
(Break it down)
Far from evil, I'm kinda like Spike Spiegel
A cowboy paid for retrieval
Bitches jumpin' to conclusions like Evil Knievel
Best believe you, bitch, I'll leave you stranded
Try to dap me up left-handed
I'll leave you defeated and amputated 'til the blood coagulated
I force the crowd to throw they hands up like cannibals
My God, what a f*ckin' animal
Sicker than givin' brain to Hannibal Lecter
You come correct but I come correcter
Food for thought, but hold the lecture
Ayo, I kill the pussy, yeah I make sehctib cremate
I'm an original screenplay in a world full of remakes
I record my shit the first time, you need more than three takes
Lyrically, I'm undefined on this f*ckin' beat tape, my god

Break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break
Break it down
Break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break
Break it down

Okay
*コンフェシャンス オブ デンジャラスマインド
ご参加いただきありがとうございました
最高だったでしょう!?
楽しんでいただけたことを願っています
もしロジックをお気に召さないのであれば
耳を塞ぐか帰っていただいて結構
でもそんなあなたは 本当はロジックを愛してやまないんでしょう
毎日 彼の行動が気になって仕方ないはず
おそらく あなたは気付かないうちに虜になってしまったのね
世界中で聴いてる Rattpack のみんな!
私たちは共に歴史を刻んできた
いつもあなたたちを愛し 感謝しています
Marylandから日本へ愛を込めて
Rattpack, motherf*cker ありがとう
Rattpack, motherf*cker だって きゃあ Kyaah!

(*Japanese translates to:
Thanks for joining us for Confessions of a Dangerous Mind.
It was wonderful, wasn’t it? I hope you enjoyed it.
However, if you don’t like Logic, please cover your ears or just leave.
But actually, you can't help but love Logic, right?
Every day you can’t help but think of him.
You’ve become obsessed without noticing.
RattPack all over the world, we have made our mark in history together.
I will always love you and am grateful for you.
From Maryland to Japan, with love.)