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Visualizing the realism of life and actuality Visualizing the realism of life and actuality Various women, I'm swimming in, like a shark Tear the pu**y apart, shawty it's on after dark Step to the mic and now I got ya, call me Young Sinatra The flow is prominent, hella dominant, on time with it When I'm rhyming it, several labels itching to sign with it Let's check the women I'm bringing in with these ill synonyms Softly killing 'em, in other words; I'm Lauryn Hillin 'em I swear to god if I could I'd never turn the page Living the rest of my days on stage f**king with b*t*hes that never age I'm so fly that I defy the laws of physics I ain't think it was possible for a check to have this many digits Mathematically exquisite, am I c*cky—just a smidget If you want beef then we can supersize it Freshman in the game So they wanna haze me like my name Isaac I killed the beat and dig a ditch just to fossilize it To make sure none of you bammers try to reprise it what Life's a b*t*h and then you die That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto Life's a b*t*h and then you die Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some I'm working a nine to five just to survive, barely staying alive Hard to stay focused without the drive See I bus tables and my homie Castro is a waiter I can't wait to blow and say "I told you so haters!" Living the life of a egotistical pistol gripper Isn't a life for me, I'd rather grip mics and undo girls zippers But not them ho girls, meet me after the showgirls, but take it slow girls, have 'em coming back for mo' girls Visualizing the realism of life and actuality Various managers coming up talking 'bout they got me But really they shadier than Slim in a pair of Versaces I know you see me shining, and practicing and grinding While they conform to the norm you'll catch me designing A different type of sound While you was stuck inside the box, I had already been around Inner peace and happiness I'm always tryna' find it And I kinda got the feeling that a woman is behind it So I'm always chasing tails the real-life Sonic And I'm always spitting fire half black, half demonic Nah, I'm half black and half white C'mon this sound it had to come from somewhere, right? Nah, nah, see homie race is not the issue And if you stepping to me like it is I'll dismiss you The second you listen, the second I got you I swear to god I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra Visualizing the realism of life and actuality Visualizing the realism of life and actuality Various women I'm swimming in like a shark Hold up, that was the first one, let me run it back and restart Young Sinatra ripping the beat apart Shining like a diamond when I be rhyming But y'all in the dark On point like a poisonous dart I can feel it now, the fame is comin' soon How can sky be the limit when there's footprints on the moon? Now, I used to bus tables, now I bust rhymes Spitting lines to the illest of dimes just to pass the time Living like a Don, mafietic mind state Hip-hop heads never die, we multiply then dominate Now I been flowin' since a adolescent up until the present Rehearsin' flows for various shows Yeah, that's how I roll Gettin' respected, never neglected As I infect it, they detect it, when I disect it Rip it and wreck it, now that's on the record As the vinyl spin so slowly Bringing verses like a Holy Bible, my flow is tribal Meet me in the street homie I'm liable To get it right then and there Motherf**kers like, "Where?" He come from? Got music for days and then some They were stepping confident until I made 'em run You know it's Logic In your vicinity murder evil entities better known as your enemies You feel it now Spark the L and you be coolin' Chillin' relaxin' to this audio satisfaction I leave emcees missin' in action, leave you gashin From a thousand lashes While I'm laughing with a passion Stand over you smiling 'til I hear sirens and now I'm dashing Life's a b*t*h and then you die That buck that bought the bottle Coulda struck the lotto Life's a b*t*h and then you die Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some This second verse is dedicated to rappers that never made it 'Cause they gave up on their dream In other words they hesitated to take it But I swear I'ma make it better than ever before 'Cause half of y'all don't even know See I be rolling through the streets In a beamer bomber like Hiroshima Hit you like Katrina 'til they like, "Damn Gina!" (Damn!) I eat MCs like fast food, hella rude I'm the reason that your favorite rapper's in a bad mood My name is Logic, I was born in 1990 Ain't no need to remind me That when you listen you wanna rewind me All the labels wanna sign me for the right reasons We aim to please Huntin' dollars and it's buck season 'Cause Various women, I'm swimming in, like a shark Hip-hop heads never die, we multiply then dominate (Visualizing the realism of life in actuality) C'mon this sound, it had to come from somewhere, right? Uh, yeah Various listeners is wishing us death Don't give a damn, I'm reppin' Young Sinatra till my last breath Easily my darkest confession is lyrical aggression Through indiscretion that triggers anti-depression When addressin' my profession in every session The fact that I'm alive is such a blessing Sippin' wine while these honeys undressin' What I'm about to say is highly confidential And in the music industry today, very essential So bust out your pencil, you can do it on your own Stop thinking that these labels is the ones that put you on Let's change the topic, who's your favorite rapper? I'm the top pick, ha The flow is elegant, never irrelevant How many times must I say this? c*ck back and spray this, never delay this I pray this, reaches the masses And spread like cancer on they asses Now allow me to catch wreck, bust rhymes like Tech Put me in your box and I destroy the deck (Life's a b*t*h and then you die) I used to bust tables, now I bust rhymes That buck that bought a bottle (Life's a b*t*h and then you die) I swear to God, I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra (Life's a b*t*h and then you die) I used to bust tables, now I bust rhymes That buck that bought a bottle (Life's a b*t*h and then you die) I swear to God, I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra Whipin' through Cabo in a Murcielago Dodging paparazzi with the finest dime I met in Chicago The baddest Bobbysoxer that you ever seen, reppin' my team We real all the time, so my squad keen, bing Dave, it's me Sinatra and my boy Dean The way we (Winning) I can't believe there isn't a Sheen And pregnant women listen and they give birth to a fiend I spit narcotic epidemic all up in your genes In layman's terms, I disperse a verse you never seen Assassinate rappers the moment that they intervene While you in the alley playing dice I'm in the yacht contemplating plans for the next diamond heist Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs I study every part of they mind and make my rhyme better than yours Elevated by being hated, sleeping on the brother like they heavily sedated Some say I'm one in a million, I say I'm one of a kind Only c*cky when I rhyme, I'm Muhammad in his prime (Life's a b*t*h and then you die) I used to bust tables, now I bust rhymes That buck that bought a bottle (Life's a b*t*h and then you die) I swear to God, I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra (Life's a b*t*h and then you die) I used to bust tables, now I bust rhymes That buck that bought a bottle (Life's a b*t*h and then you die) I swear to God, I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra Yo, address the mic and start spillin' like I hit the vein Back in the day they used to sleep on me like Tryptophan Touchdown now the city screamin' my name I flow gunshots and break fingers just to shift the pain Whoever hate ‘em, I levitate 'em like David Blaine Black Ops state of mind, play the game like campaign Bumpin' Santana in the finest Copacabana In Havana with a honey by the name of Hannah Wearing nothing but a bandanna pu**y wetter than Louisiana You know the deal, peace to Miilkbone, I keep it real Flyer than a man of steel, motherf**ker how you feel, It's Logic I woke up early on my born day, I’m 20, it’s a blessing The essence of adolescence leaves my body Now I’m fresh and my physical frame is celebrated Cause I made it one quarter through life Some Godly-like thing created Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from My skull cause it’s pain in my brain, vein, money maintain Don’t go against the grain, simple and plain Visualizin' and realizin' my life is f**kin' crazy Poppin' like JAY-Z, Dirty Dancin' on the game like Swayze I'm one of the illest and b*t*h I've been ready to kill it, it's so amazing b*t*h, I've been blazin', I'm talkin' grass, I ain't talkin' grazing They just hit the tape while I sip scotch Let the haters kick rocks, my sh*t is tip-top I never flip-flop, why? 'Cause my soul too strong Did this all on my own, 'cause waiting took too long The flow sophisticated All these youngins do is whine like they inebriated I'm hated, but yeah, that's how you know I made it I'm one of the illest, I'm one of the realest, I'm ready to kill this The people, they feel us, me and my team made millions But you know we still us That's why they wanna kill us, that's why they wanna kill us RattPack, real all the time, we never phony I'm single-handedly running the game like a Sony While the rest of these rappers is acting Pass 'em the Tony, pass 'em the Oscar From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster Smoke like a rasta Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob Marley These racist motherf**kers hate that last line Probably haters on the internet ain't got nothing to bargain Said I'd never make it, b*t*h, I just sold out the Garden Life's a b*t*h and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a b*t*h and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a b*t*h and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a b*t*h and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a b*t*h and then you die, that's why we sip scotch Like Sinatra, screamin', "Motherf**k the cops" They say they want the old Logic, the one that flow like a faucet I'm still the same me, they just don't believe it like they agnostic If I spit over the boom-bap, then they perceive it as nostalgic But the truth is, my subject matter has been the same And my production selection is still flame But they love you on the come up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame And you still they little secret That's the type of bullsh*t that they frequent From 19, to 2019, been murderin' this sh*t for a decade From the boom-bap to the trap, I let my sh*ts cascade (Listen, yeah, yeah) So what's the dealy? Pass the Phillie, get silly, that's on the really We snappin' like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill, I'm talkin' achilles Try to play me like I ain't me, but I provided all the deets' Who you know worth 50 million, still rappin on break beats? From Nasty Nas, Big-L, Tribe, The Roots, and many more Of course we could never forget Biggie and young Shakur f**k the police, no we ain't f**kin' with Al Pastor I'm the b*st*rd that mastered the flow, I said it once before fa' sho' While 6ix produce the kicks from the soul, you already know f**k these youngins talking outta they ass with no class I'm here to school 'em This that real sh*t, I'm never foolin' I'm killin' these squares, we call it a massacre I got the bread, but these f**kers need the dough like a baker The legends above me love me like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay 'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny Thank you for the love and inspiration plenty Yeah, I'm loved by many, and only hated by a little Now I think it's time to switch to lyricism, peep the riddle I was born in mint condition, I'm everybody's life's mission All right, listen, put me 'round your neck and I might glisten The ultimate connect, I'll get you anything you need From good credit to good weed I can make any woman succeed Control you with a heart of greed Along with anybody that's in need, I'll make 'em beg and plead I'm in the pocket of mafia crime lords and presidents Without me, they'll evict you from your residence Hov wrote about me on "Dead Presidents," never irrelevant Not a soul on earth would love me if I weren't me No matter what year I'm in, I'm current, see? People that have me, yeah, they power's so immense But people without me, make no sense, god damn Yeah, the world revolve around me, the law evolve around me The sh*t people do to get a piece of me astound me Blood stains my face when drug deals go wrong I'm given to the greatest athletes when they go long You could put me in check But I'm still laughing all the way to the bank I'm the reason that the Titanic sank I'm always there for you, yeah, when it comes down to the wire And some people even tuck me away 'til they retire I usually come around on the first and fifteenth If you owe me to somebody then they'll leave you beneath People go crazy when they feel me In the Middle East they drill me If you let your guard down, then some people'll steal me I knew these two dudes that's always been homies since fifth grade Always schemin' on the block, selling crack to get paid Now they never graduated, thought that sh*t a charade Only thing on they mind that wasn't me was get laid Then one day, they had a falling out on the block See, one thought the other one had been stealing his rock 'Cause he coulda sworn he had more weight in his stock Pulled out the Glock and his homie yelled, "Stop!" But before he had the chance to pull the trigger Oh sh*t here come the cops They saw the gun and blew them both away Now there's two more kids dead in the street all before twenty Over me, the most important thing to man: money Life's a b*t*h and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a b*t*h and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a b*t*h and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a b*t*h and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a b*t*h and then you die, that's why we sip scotch Like Sinatra, screamin', "Motherf**k the cops" We just some motherf**kin' kids We just some motherf**kin' kids We love and miss you, Mac For those of y'all who don't know man, Mac is the whole reason that I started doing this Young Sinatra sh*t. I remember I loved Lord Finesse, all the sh*t he did with DITC, Diggin in the Crates. "Hip to the Game", one of like—one of the illest beats ever and I remember when Mac flipped that sh*t for Kool-Aid and Frozen Pizza—I thought it was the dopest sh*t man. Mac showed me that I could just do it all on my own—me and all my boys, all my homies— and if it wasn't for him killing that beat I would have never got on that beat for my very first mixtape Young Broke and Infamous. Damn... that's like 2010. And I titled the track "Young Sinatra." And that was the birth of all this sh*t. So, thank you, I appreciate you, love you and miss you, yeah Yeah, we just some motherf**kin' kids
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