[Part I: Logic]
[Verse 1: Quadeca]
Goddamn, Goddamn, better who I am
Only care about a race? Shit, I'll never understand
Now everybody talkin' 'bout the wrong or the right
And they hatin' 'cause I'm born half-black, half-white
That's a right, everybody wanna be a rich man
Everybody wanna be the big man
Hit 'em with the venom, these haters I dead ‘em with the beretta
Ahead of all these haters, I get 'em, never forget ‘em
Now I'm sendin' a message, I gotta do it already
Been through it, you knew it, you knew it, you knew it, you knew it- knew it
Woo!
Yeah!
[Part II: SOB X RBE (New Bay Area)]
[Verse 2: Quadeca]
I got bitches on my dick, they too easy
Better watch your girl, if not, she gon' please me
Margiela on my wrist, I got money, better pipe down
Calllin' up your bitch, she be wantin' me to pipe now
Everybody want my spot, better say "Please"
If you see me shootin' in your block, better say "Cheese"
[Part III: Lil Pump]
[Intro: Quadeca]
Lil Pump, ooh
Eskeetit!
Shoutout Morteh
[Verse 3: Quadeca]
I might go fuck on yo' bit', uh
I might go hit me a lick, uh
Diamonds, they all on my wrist
Got diamonds, they all on my bitch, ooh!
I might finesse in this bitch, uh
I might finesse in this bitch
I might finesse in this bitch
I might finesse, 'cause I'm rich, uh
Cashin' my checks 'cause I'm Lil Pump, ooh
I'm Lil Pump, I smoke big blunts, ooh
[Part IV: YG]
[Verse 4: Quadeca]
I don't wanna fuck with another bitch
Throwin' hunnids at this bitch 'cause she love to strip
I can't spend my blue hunnids, too much blood in them
Fuck Trump, get the fuck out of my government
[Part V: Joey Bada$$]
[Intro 2: Quadeca]
I catch every disease in the world so the world can't have no more diseases
You feel me? (Yeah, man, we need to get chlamydia on these hoes)
Yeah, man, some gonorrhea or some shit, man (Yeah, for real, man) Hi-Hi-Hi-Hi-HipHopCollab
[Verse 5: Quadeca]
It's my presence is lyrical, Pro Era spiritual
Hit you with the knowledge, don't need college for appearance, though
It's Brooklyn, stop comparin' me, that's no more
Money always callin', I need to pick up the phone more
[Part VI: Migos]
[Intro 3]
B-B-Beatplug
[Verse 6: Quadeca]
I been trappin' it out of the bando, ooh (Bando)
She takin' the shots like it's Samuel, ooh ([?])
I pull up, I pull up in Lambos ([?])
[?] in some camo ([?])
[Part VII: Angry XXXTENTACION [2018]]
[Verse 7: Quadeca]
I'm gonna kill you right now, bitch!
[Part VIII: Sad XXXTENTACION [2018]]
[Refrain: Shiloh Dynasty]
She wonders why, I
[Verse 8: Quadeca]
I wanna kill myself right now, bitch
[Part IX: NAV]
[Verse 9: Quadeca]
Everybody like that I'm alone
I used to get no bitches never callin' up my phone
Now I pop some Percs to feel at home
I'm so rich and I'm sad, I let everybody know
[Part X: UK Drill [2018]]
[Intro 4: Quadeca]
Woah
[Verse 10: Quadeca]
See me, I don't care what your car says
When I'm on roads, I will come to your home
'Cause you know I got bite like Suarez
Don't come to play in our ends
Or I might hit you with a shot from the boss
To the top of your dome, like Mahrez
[Part XI: Emo Hip-Hop]
[Verse 11: Quadeca]
"So, what you doin' again?"
I just flex up on these bitches, making too much bands
Yeah, I thought that you understand
All alone with all these voices, tryna do what I can
Yeah ([?])
[Part XII: Joyner Lucas]
[Verse 12: Quadeca]
I'm Joyner Lucas, I destroy you losers
I make remixes, fuck my own music
If the beat original, I won't use it (Nope!)
But I rap the fastest, let me go prove it
I'ma murder the mic
And return it after I have burned it into an unobservable sight
And my Uzi is vertical, shootin' you down
Bitch, I cut up the beat with a surgical knife
I got the best lyrics in hip hop, and that's a fact
I control the game, so when I stop my verse, then that's a wrap
I'ma sit your favorite rapper, and then try to have a chat
Then hit him with somethin' unholy on the back of his hat
Ayy! (Oh!)
[Part XIII: 6ix9ine [2018]]
[Verse 13: Quadeca]
Blicky, stiffy, uh!
[Part XIV: Ski Mask The Slump God]
[Verse 14: Quadeca]
Damn, bitch, you washed up (Washed up!)
Light it up in a hot tub (Hot tub!)
Girl's a Brazilian, and now she Spanish
Like Diego Costa (Costa!)
Now I stack up this money like potato pancakes
I call this shit latkes
You girl, she be singin' "Ha-ha!"
Like we at the opera (Opera!)
[Part XV: 21 Savage [2018]]
[Verse 15: Quadeca]
21 gon' shoot you in your face, yeah
21 gon' put you in your place, yeah
[Part XVI: OG Eminem [2018]]
[Verse 16: Quadeca]
So, hey, it's Em, the girls like, "No way, it's him"
Causin' riots in the streets, swear I’m O. J. Simpson
Okay, listen, really hope my cocaine kicks in
Or I'll double it, like white girls and Chipotle chicken
[Part XVII: New Eminem [2018]]
[Verse 17: Quadeca]
Actually, n-nobody really wants to hear that
[Part XVII: Playboi Carti [2018]]
[Intro 5: Quadeca]
What? Heh
What? Hey, yeah, huh
What? Heh
What? Heh, yeah, huh, uh
[Verse 18: Quadeca]
Diamonds on my neck, uh
Uh, get my check up
Fuckin' on your bit' now
Uh, get my bands up
Oh, yeah, heh, what?
Heh, that bit' on my dick, ooh
Diamonds on my neck, ooh
Diamonds on my wrist, ooh
I might fuck your bit', ooh
[Part XIX: 4:44 JAY-Z]
[Intro 6: Quadeca]
Shyeah!
[Verse 19: Quadeca]
You gotta buy a garage before you buy a car
Yeah, some stocks and bonds so you can buy a farm
Then you grow a crop and sell it for a higher [?]
And reinvest the farm money into buying some finer arts
Man, this life ain't guaranteed, what if I die tomorrow?
I don't know, all I know is that you gotta go
Back to the bank to try and get a loan, shyeah!
And then they call you on your cellular phone, ha!
[Interlude: Quadeca]
Okay, that was horrible
That was actually the worst one
[Part XX: Quadeca]
[Verse 20: Quadeca]
—These are the easiest to write but the hardest to sing
Got everything I’d ever need, I can’t be wanting a thing
But to be honest, I could really use that car or a ring
And I’ve got some clout, but I can’t stop till I’m a star or a king
I want my mom to know I’ve got a stable job, but I think
That I’m underwater with these expectations watching me sink
Can’t escape it in their eyes, it’s like they’re watching me blink
But I don’t know how many dollars that this song's gonna bring
I wish my numbers were a bit bigger
I wish my girl was just a bit thicker, I wish that I was just a bit richer
Short cut, a bit quicker
You only look at photos on a iPhone, like how could you see a big picture?—
