作词 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Lakhari Theodore Boyd

作曲 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Lakhari Theodore Boyd

Ooh ooh hoo hoo hoo

It's crazy how some people could hear this and think they know what to say

But they don't know what to say

****

This right here though?

This?

Huh, yeah yeah, there we go

Bars

Yo, that's what I'm ****in' talkin' about

Yeah, uh

Still in the game with ya

Wettin' fools like when the rain hit ya

Music, movies, and families, I'm a lane switcher

Ready to get ya now

My flow make you rethink your whole ****in' style

Nick Cannon on these mother****ers, Bobby goin' wild

As a youngin', as a child, I was dreamin' for this

Fiendin' for this, listen, lean in with this

I'm the definition of a try hard

The lyrical miracle God

Do anything just for thе applause

All up in your face with some shit you can't avoid

Yеah that's black white boy, finna push you into the void

I ain't got nothing but time like I'm Christopher Lloyd

And I ain't got time to diss you

I'd rather dismiss you and sell more records than you did in your first week with a reissue

Claiming you the greatest, but is you?

I do this for Kenny, do this for Cole, do this shit for the GZA and the whole clan, fo' sho'

I do this for Mos', do this for Thought, do this for Dilla on the for real'a

But don't let me start showin' love, cause I won't be able to stop

Made fifty million when I went pop

But everybody know when Logic pick up the mic, bars drop

I respect this generation, but I need the hardest bars you can provide

I'm taxing you with inflation

Bobby Boy in the cut like a mason

I got verses like Freddy, Jason

****in' amazing, woo!

You have to do it again, so people don't think it's a fluke

You have to do it again, one more time, let's go

Yo, you are walking hand-to-hand with a real one

I'm still one

I'm tryna slice open my veins just to feel somethin'

Spill my blood on the page, blood on the leaves

Blood flowing down my arm from the heart on my sleeve

We keep it real all the time, boy you best believe

I love rap and had to leave, meanwhile the media like to perceive

That I was never welcome and these record labels thieves

Sample Tribe Called Quest and have to pay Lou Reed

A hundred percent

Pick up the mic and imma vent

**** all that shit

Yo, ay **** rap, let's dead it

Everything that I could rap about, already said it

I'd rather give you these melodies

Kill the game so many times it's no longer a felony

What the **** is you telling me, you ain't selling me

Do what you used to do and do it over and over

How 'bout you suck my **** and accept it's over

It's a new chapter, in the country, whippin' a Raptor

The realest I've ever been, it's far from SAG-AFTRA

Really used to give a **** but now it's just laughter

Happily ever after, prolly not, but I have to have hope

Used to obsess over being ****

But the industry too cut-throat

They less focused on the talent and more focused on the upvotes

One album on the champed and the next I'm the villain?

Do the thing we like, or else it's "**** you and your feelings"

I was spread thin, just about ready to let the led in

Breaking down on stage, that shit I can't evade

I open up about my feelings, they call me a ******

**** you, I had it

Mentality was shattered

Wanna know why I retired?

Cause I was uninspired

And everything was "**** you, pay me"

Speak my mind, they turn around and wanna play me

Try something different, then they say I'm not the same me

You can never tame me

I'd rather fail trying something new than doing the same shit every day

**** you (haha)

It's Log