[Intro: Logic]
Yea
Yea
Ayo

[Verse: Logic]
I remember when socials had no trolls and built bridges
I remember when music was ‘bout the music not the business
It’s disgusting how much that I’ve grossed
Everyday’s a celebration every night’s a toast
I see through these n***as like Space Ghost
Tours coast to coast, not the one to boast but watch me
Flow in the pocket like a Tamagotchi
My weed good, my ash tray Versace
I stay stoned, like I’m staring at Medusa, don’t watch me
My Rolex is racist as fuck, that’s blackface
Getting money’s a rat race, but I move at a cats pace
I appreciate first ‘cause I been in last place
Hard days when my mind, was left handed it wasn’t alright
These days I’m ambidextrous, counting money the sexiest, haha
Wagyu Steak you could cut with a butterknife, your life is trite
Brace yourself, you can’t retain me
I’m a [?] shot without aiming
Sipping Scotch by my PC, gaming
I “two times four” these wack rappers
Old school like writing in cursive, you know I’m snapping, ayo
Ayo, the outcome is always income, and then some
When it comes to real, I’ve always been one
In LA where the weather sunny, but the people shady
In Malibu writing these records daily
I only vice, is my own advice, but I’m always right
Dad my day, rapper by night
I grew up in hood, where everyone’s depressed and trigger happy
And Cera Ve doesn’t exist, don’t at me
Most of these rappers are slaves, but I own my masters
My rhyme book full of verses like a church is full of pastors
I’m the red pill in this rap Matrix full of fake shit
Execute my vision the first time, fuck take six
My style Italian made, your flow is makeshift
How you gon’ make bread when you ain’t got the ingredients to bake with?
Gold cut flakes on a double breasted suit at the banquet
Went from working at WingStop to a crib with separate wings
That’s just one of the things that hard work and dedication brings
You soft as a bubble bath, haha