[Chorus: Logic]

Feeling this villainous vibe

Feeling, feeling this villainous vibe

(Fight!)

[Verse 1: QuEst]

Uh

Chip on my shoulder, fuck is you sayin' ?

Swear to God our fathers were playing nigga relay the message

Breathless, every morning was forced to skip on breakfast

Mama told me don't let these peasants throw rocks at a king

Pawns tend to carry on with no conscience

Straight non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit, verbal

Fucker wanna know Biggie was making certain while niggas was getting iffy

Heart is bigger than derrières of Vicky and Nicki

But fuck up and diss me, this shit will 360

And must I mention my body count?

It's murderous to be humble

Murder is to be humble?

Ever heard of me stumble?

I was born in the jungle where niggas belly's will rumble

Get checked for thinking or mumble

But y'all still stuck on rap

Fuck all that

I do this in my slumber, merely ventilation

Tryna stay afloat beyond the bullshit

I swear that I'm lost inside of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack

Or Nasir with the fatigue, I felt stifle, street's disciple

My raps are trifle, I shoot slugs for my...you get the picture

I was raised in Miami, niggas'll smack your coofie

Just for acting coochie, your goofy actions will never move me

No sir, needy no, all my homies is ready to roll

Never the matter the chitter and chatter

I did it 'cause I can machete the flow

And comeback, here's a fun fact

I'm not a dumb act, run that

Little punk rat, fuck it, Pun's back

In the middle of Little Havana

Holding a hammer outside with pajamas

Better watch your grammar around me

These haters surround me, I swear it's unnecessary

Gambino, you childish niggas could never see the shit that I do

VMG, yes nigga VMG

Only competition that we see is TDE

[Chorus: Logic]

Feeling this villainous vibe

Feeling, feeling this villainous vibe

[Interlude: C Dot Castro]

Happy birthday to my nigga doe

(Fight!)

[Verse 2: C Dot Castro]

I'ma be the guy that rap slow, sike nah

Dictating bitches and smoking Cubans, I'm Castro

My life is like a movie, and I be the director

And just to get a small role, got bitches acting extra

I wrote this verse in one minute 'cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes

Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from bitches that's dumb fine

Got punchlines like prom with the, world on my palm

I knew that we would blow up 'cause bitch, we be the bomb

RattPack out to get the cheese, drop a verse, get fifty Gs

Hit the studio drunk as fuck but still drop a verse with ease

I don't give a fuck

Bitch you know the flow is second nature

With no pen and paper break it down disintegrate a hater, wassup

[Chorus: Logic]

Feeling this villainous vibe

Feeling, feeling this villainous vibe

(Fight!)

[Verse 3: Jon Bellion]

Yeah

Let's have a money conversation

Four hundred thousand from Eminem that's a payment

Kennedy Reagans presidential arrangement

Please don't let this Pop kid take you back to the basement

I'm still here screaming Beautiful Mind

Sick of the noodles of rhyming on my cubical grind

So I just grew and decided to put true in your spine

Ooodles and boodles of blue bags from Louis Vuitton

Getting money with lawyers we have a Jew of a time

With liquor in a Poland Spring like I'm Junior at prom

Yes I chose the pop charts I'm doing the crime

And that just means I'm fucking dope to you and your mom

Uh working in the summer, AC on freezing

Working in the winter like I got no heaters, uh

Spring rolls at the damn four seasons

In the Red Octobers screaming thank you Yeezus

[Chorus: Logic]

Feeling this villainous vibe

Feeling, feeling this villainous vibe

(Sinatra)

(Finish him!)

[Verse 4: Logic]

Uh feeling this villainous vibe

Chilling with me and my Tribe

Gotta spit this to survive

How long have I been alive?

Twenty-four years and counting not including my mama womb

I'm here in the lab, and I'll be here until the tomb

Album coming soon, watch the RattPack consume

Ayo, yeah

I've been on that real shit

That fun shit

Spit artillery, like a gunship

V's up we run shit

Don't come around with that dumb shit it's scandalous

In the studio in Los Angeles

At No I.D. spot hit you with the heat rock goddamn

With Bobby on the board everybody on the floor

Hold up let me take a breath here come more

This a freestyle let me redirect my intellect

Drop this shit just for fun, it's all over the internet

'Cause bitch I'm in effect

Wait hold up, y'all ain't get the Memo?

You Lumbergh rappers is Initech

Bitch I've been a fact

Hit you like Hiroshima then intercept

(Logic)

Check it, yo, see

Now all the real fans know the album goin be crazy

Spit it off the top and get dirty like Pat Swayze

From the cover of XXL

Fuck around and then propel

Tour coming soon man I know the tickets finna sell

Really, coming for everybody's Achilles

Put my own money into this album, like half a milli

It's Logic, coming for their neck no disrespect

I did this shit in two minutes or less

Spent a year on the album, who knows what to expect (Sinatra)

Spent a year on the album, who knows what to expect

This is Logic

[Bridge: Logic]

(Flawless Victory)

Happy birthday to me motherfucker

It's my birthday!

[Chorus: Logic]

Feeling this villainous vibe

Feeling, feeling this villainous vibe