[Intro: Travis Thompson]
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
Tell on anyone, haha
This shit out of pocket, y'all

[Verse 1: Travis Thompson]
You want the real, you're gon' get it
I'm shootin' films, they extended (Uh-huh)
Givin' life, Kama Sutra, I know they kill for position (They kill for it)
Stackin' bills independent and bein' willfully ignant (Fuck y'all)
I hold grudges 'cause they're free, it's gon' always be tension
Where everyone who said they had my back and then just ran off (Pussy)
Ate my momma cooking, act like family, I can't stand y'all
Had the vision since thirteen like Willie Randolph (Uh-huh)
Can't slow up, it's people that we started with we can't call (Woo)
Tellin' bitches, "Hands off, your fingers way too grubby" (Get off me)
Said, "You don't do pink ****? And you don't like 'em chubby?"
Yeah, I heard that, parked the whip and curb tapped (Shee)
Say it's off the dome, but we can tell you rehearsed that (You heard that shit)
Never bought a Birk bag, if I ever do please murk Trav
So deep into my duffel, TSA gon' wanna search that, yeah
I'm the cleanest little genius they would classify a dirtbag (I don't like that lie)
Plan along like fuck 'em, brought their energy of Kurt back (Wait woah, you can't say that)
Wait, woah-woah, hatin'? Tell 'em go croak
Workin' on my own strain, I don't lie or blow smoke
Ain't booked, it's this a no go (Nah)
Captain got a boat load
Grew up on menudo, skatin', runnin' from the cholos, real shit
[Chorus: Travis Thompson]
Want a piece? I tell 'em take you some (If you want something in this world you gotta take it)
'Cause they run the world, we make it run (You can't stand around complacent)
Made a little, I ain't made enough
Wildin' since a youngin', be the same until I'm eighty-one (The world don't owe you shit)
Want a piece? I tell 'em take you some (You gotta fuckin' take it, man)
'Cause they run the world, we make it run (You gotta have that killer mentality)
Made a little, I ain't made enough
Wildin' since a youngin', be the same until I'm eighty-one

[Verse 2: Logic & Travis Thompson]
Do what you love from the heart and fuck all the bullshit
I ain't finna look back on my life and regret
Been in love with music since the day that we met
Ready, set, get it, since ninety I've been committed to eighty-one, who fuckin' with it?
Coastin', LA to New York, no, I ain't boastin'
I got albums in the chamber, these rappers is all in danger
The Messiah, like I was born in a manger
SP1200, beats in abundance, you scared to grow your talent, it's stuntin'
I give it to whoever want it, Malibu's most blunted
I'm rhymin' for not a reason (Don't be hatin')
Fuck appeasin' to the people
Livin' life to the fullest, like ain't no sequel
'Cause it might not be, so rock with me
Ink on the page, every day I feel my age
I'm only thirty-three, that's forty-eight to go
A lot more to do, a lot more to see
If I had advice to give, it'd probably be
Do yourself and never try to be someone in the mirror that they can't see
But what do I know? I'm just reflectin'
Straight to the heart like a lethal injection
Behind bars like corrections
Lay down the law with no objections
Fuckin' with me, you gon' need witness protection, what
[Chorus: Travis Thompson]
Want a piece? I tell 'em take you some (Nobody owes you)
'Cause they run the world, we make it run (A damn thing)
Made a little, I ain't made enough
Wildin' since a youngin', be the same until I'm eighty-one (Handouts, give me this, give me that)
Want a piece? I tell 'em take you some (Ain't no fuckin' handouts)
'Cause they run the world, we make it run (You gotta put the fuckin' work in)
Made a little, I ain't made enough
Wildin' since a youngin', be the same until I'm eighty-one

[Outro]
And then sometimes you gotta just fuckin' take shit, man
Fuckin' smash that shit, take that shit, go for it