Lyrics: Logic
Music: Logic
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Why, Dad?
Because you came out of my pussy, nigga
Hahahahaha
**** ra
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe,
Ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, **** tha
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this Bobby
I'm comin' for your man, and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika Slim Shady with rabies
I'm foamin' out the mouth,
Ain't nobody takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, Yeah they know what I'm about
And I dare you to test me
'Cause not a single one of you bitch ass niggas impress m
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration
But I'm full of innovation
And I'm tired of all of this high school
"He's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you mother****ers even rap? Fuc
No, this ain't a diss to the game,
It's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lam
Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man and kill them
Know you feelin’it lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit
Well, it don't really matter,
'Cause I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Bobby, how many time you been killin' this shit? Bobb
Find another rhyme, goddamn, bitch, shi
**** ra
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe,
Ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, **** tha
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this Bobby
I'm comin' for your man, and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika Slim Shady with rabies
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocid
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
We gon' leave 'em crucified, We call this shit genocid
I got bitches, I got hoe
I got rare designer clothes
No, we ain't ****ing with tha
Yeah, there's a time and a place
But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
Callin' yourself the greatest alive
Then you don't deserve to do that
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
You gon' get smacked
You gon' make Bobby attack
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)
**** ra
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe,
Ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, **** tha
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this Bobby
I'm comin' for your man, and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika Slim Shady with rabies
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z Jigga-jigga-jigga
Jig is up, you mother****ers who didn't write anythin
Are getting washed now, ligga-ligga-ligga, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hittas like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I said rover because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I rode over my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
I'll go slow for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) like the doberman said
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Haha)
Beast mode, ****ers 'bout to get hi
With so many foul lines you think I'm a free throw
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo,
a behemoth in sheep clothes
From the East Coast to the West,
I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T.
Who the best? I don't gotta say a ****ing thing, thoug
'Cause MCs know
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tail bon
And you're trapped in your cell phone
Or my chicken scratch，or my self-loathe
I don't want to ****ing listen t
You spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit stil
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mil'
Big bills like a platypus
A caterpillar's comin' to get the mother****ers
I'm lookin' for the smoke
'Cause you mother****ers are scatterin
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate man
Man I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequi
And I'm bringin' the bandana back in the ****ing cabana agai
A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the ****ing fingerless gloves bac
And not giving a singular shit, like **** rap
I sound like a ****ing millionair
With the Darringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug your ****ing terrier to Ric Flair Dri
Y'all couldn't hold the candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a ****ing air duc
I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah **** i
I'm gonna go upside the head with a Nantucket
Abraca-****ing-dabr
The track is the blood of my track that I'm attackin'
What Dracula? **** that shi
I'm up back for the-
Man. stop