[Verse 1: Logic]
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Yeah fast cars with iPods in them
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Young Sinatra what they blastin like a beretta
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V for Vendetta, bitches sit and play to get wetter
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Haters talking shit but then they study every letter
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I'm the first draft pick with the last laugh bitch
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See I'm angry on the track but I deserve to be
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Cause all these rappers with no talent wanna murder me
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You've been talking shit ain't even heard of me
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I went from park benches at night, to first class flights
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Yeah, that's what you call takin' shit to new heights
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Put the 750 in reverse like Benjamin Button
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We've been doing it for years and they down all of a sudden
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[Hook: Logic]
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Bobbysoxer doing 120 in the corvette
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Watch your boy blow up in front of your eyes, war vet
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Give a fan nothin' but fire, now they want more of it
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Everybody want my album it ain't in stores yet
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[Verse 2: Logic]
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I keep it real all the time like my crew
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When I rhyme just to kill it in it's prime
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With that predator state of mind, I'm set to detonate
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Stack my bread and watch the paper escalate
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Don't test my fate, Logic finna blow like Mary Kate
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I play my role like Shakespeare
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Ratt Pack ain't no fakes here
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I conceal my talent like a 357
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And ever since I was 11 I've been a G
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Chillin on the low key, incognito
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Manipulate the steel like Magneto
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Smacking suckers like mosquitoes
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Dispersing verses like a kilo
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I'm Michael, the king, you fuckas is Tito
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Versace frames with the green shades I only see dope
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Falling like a free throw you know my stylo
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I once was a prince with the vision of a king
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Now I run the whole thing not defined by the bling
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Exterminate the fakes like crooked Jakes, killing for high stakes
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Guarantee it is my fate to be, remembered as one of the greats
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No matter what it takes boy I'm a give it my all
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Like Jordan when he balled, never stumbled never fall lyrical medicine
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Repeat the formula until I get it right like Edison (Edison)
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Now step into my mind as I calculate lyrics like Einstein
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The way he manipulated numbers I manipulate the rhymes
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Like E=MC squared nah
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E= Eater of MCs beware
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Watch me shine in the darkness like a flare
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Married to the game, I'm the heir to the throne you been watching
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[Hook: Logic]
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Bobbysoxer doing 120 in the corvette
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Watch your boy blow up in front of your eyes, war vet
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Give a fan nothin' but fire, now they want more of it
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Everybody want my album it ain't in stores yet
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[Verse 3: Logic]
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Walk into a room and they staring at a brother like
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What up, what's the next move, should I improve
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On some shit I never gave a fuck about before
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Let relationships end up cause all I do is flow
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See I'm a selfish motherfucker I already know
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Don't try to tell me what I'm not
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Bitch I'll conquer the globe
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I sacrificed my whole childhood to explode
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I want this more than what's under Mila Kunis' robe
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Meanwhile Daddy's lil' girl asking for more money
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But little did he know the bread was for blow money
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What's in store, money, soldout shows and hoes fo me
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I can't fade, this the only reason I was made
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To follow my dreams and manipulate these rhyme schemes like a genius spittin the meanest
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I done seen this as a child 10, 000 people in the crowd
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Reppin the Ratt Pack watch em all go wild
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War Vet (Rack City Remix)
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Logic |