[Interlude: Steve Blum, Jeanne Carr & Logic]
Hey, hey, wake up!
You imbecile!
The meeting begins in ten minutes and you're sitting here asleep
No I'm sorry, uh I was up all night preparing your presentation
Yeah, I know. We can smell it. You're a disgrace
Okay, let's get this goddamn thing over with
What shit are you shovelin' us today?
C'mon let's go!
[Intro: Logic]
Yeah, ayy
[Chorus: Logic]
I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ayy
I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ayy, yeah
But today is my day, it's my day
And no matter what they say, it's my day
La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah
[Verse 1: Logic]
Roll up to the spot, feelin' real good
Think you gon' talk shit, you better not, my homies real hood
Thеy say, "Logic, why you do that?" I don't know, I don't know
Yeah, they used to bе like, "Who that?" I don't know, I don't know
Now they know my name wherever I go
Used to think that's what I wanted, but now just don't know
No, I can't fuck with that, knuck if you buckin' back
Yeah, I been workin' but I ain't get nothin' back
Tell me the dealy now, hold up, wait, really now
All of that shit you been talkin' just silly now
[Pre-Chorus: Logic]
Just as quick as you rise
Just as quick as you could fall
Oh, no, no, no, I can't fuck with that at all
Can't fuck with that at all
[Chorus: Logic]
I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ayy
I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ayy, yeah
But today is my day, it's my day
And no matter what they say, it's my day
La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah
[Verse 2: Logic]
All, all she ever wanted was attention
And a bunch of other shit I shouldn't mention
'Cause she got daddy issues for days, for days and days
But today, she ain't got shit to do
Her right along with you
So we gon' fuck around and vibe, and vibe, and vibe, and vibe
I'm tryna live my life, but am I doing it right?
Yeah, I'm tryna live my life, but am I doing it right?
'Cause they tell me I'm the man
[Interlude: Steve Blum & Logic]
I can't believe this shit.. I..
Make these copies...
Get that away from me! How many years have we just slaved away over this bullshit? What for?
Is there anybody coming with me in this place?
Anyone?
Anyone?
You, right there! Yeah, you! Come on, come with me!
Let's leave this place! Let's have some fun, man! Joy ourselves!
This place is a shithole! Yeah, see?
How about the rest of y'all?
Oh, you, you goin' down! Nah, you piece of shit!
I'm gonna fuck this up!
Who's coming? Somebody's gonna come with... Yeah, that's right, he's coming! Who else? C'mon, come on dawg, come on!
It's a new day, It's going down! Shit...
I want you to kill these fuckers!
Kick their nuts in!
Oh I dropped my glasses.. Oh shit.. oh no!
We gotta go, oh we gotta go!
We gotta go, oh we gotta go, Hello? We gotta go!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.. What are we doing, there's like four of us and two of them!
Yeah, that's right!
Oh!!! Oh my God!
We outta here!
[Freestyle Verse: Logic]
Listen, yeah—I’m visualizing the realism of life in actuality
Step to me, fatality; yeah, this shit is my galaxy
I am who the baddest be, I'd rather be at the academy
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 loco from Noho to Soho
Gettin' cheese like a photo, you know, ho
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
On tour, 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 'round the almanac
Yeah, I'm all of that, fall back, like September again
Bashin' 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 Mastro's
My god-level lyricism surpass flows, I'm much more than fast flows
Money, talk, cash knows, greatest of levels–I've passed those
[Freestyle Chorus: Logic as Bobby Tarantino]
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 (ay!)
[Verse 3: Logic]
'Cause they tell me I'm the man
You the man right now, you the man right now
With the whole wide world in the palm of your hand right now
Fuck the lights and the cameras and the money and the fame
I'ma do it for the fam right now
I'ma get it for the 301 and the R-A-double-T-P-A-C 'cause you know
[Chorus: Logic]
I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ayy
I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ayy, yeah
But today is my day, it's my day
And no matter what they say, it's my day
La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah
[Song Instrumental: Logic]
Wooah! Marshmello! We're living out dreams man! Wooo! This is insane! Wooo!
[Interlude: Steve Blum, Jeanne Carr & Logic]
Young man. Did you have a nice little dream? Where are you going? [?]
Shut the fuck up! Get out of my face! All you constantly do is berate me! You made me work on Christmas on my birthday! I'm the like the hardest working person here, Jesus Christ! You wouldn't even let me visit my Aunt Keesha when she got her leg amputated! Shit! Fuck you!!
[Chorus: Logic]
I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ayy
I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ayy, yeah
But today is my day, it's my day
And no matter what they say, it's my day
[Freestyle Rap: Logic]
Ayy, bitch, I've been goin' and goin' like the Energizer
Yeah, I'm supplyin' the wood like Elijah
In the cut, smokin' on indica
Might fuck around and compartmentalize ya
They say, they say life is a bitch
And if that is the case then I'm finna surprise her
No, I am not an advisor, but I do advise ya
To pay attention, never need to mention
I'm that motherfucker bustin' heads
Finna push it to the ledge
Yeah, I been smokin' my meds
Ain't got no love for the feds
Can't let fame go to yo' head
Fuck with me, watch where you tread
I'm finna kill it instead
I'm finna, I'm finna, I'm finna
I will, I will, do it like I never done it
And I wanna run it and I wanna keep it goin' and goin'
Like infinity, be the only entity to ever rip it apart
From the start like this, from the heart like this
Finna murder it, a million miles a minute, no nitrous
Doin' righteous
I-I been, I-I-I been down this road before
Everybody think that they do but they don't
Swear to God that they would but they won't
Spittin' riddles in the middle of a past-time
Me in my mind, feelin' divine, like yeah
Finna get it like yeah—yeah
Like yeah, like yeah (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
I done made 20 million dollars (Preach)
I don't flex to be acknowledged (Preach)
At this point it's common knowledge (Preach)
All you haters been abolished (Preach)
You in the club throwin' dollars, but I'm savin' mine so my kids go to college (Preach)
Or maybe whatever they wanna do (Preach)
Just as long as they never say (Preach)
"Daddy blew 20 million dollars (Ayy)
