[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah & Logic]

(Young Sinatra)

(-Play it, though) It's like this, man, niggas, man

Niggas know not to fuck around with this shit, though (Sinatra, shot ya, goddamn you)

I don't give a fuck how nasty niggas get (Nah, son)

Let me tell these niggas somethin', God

I don't want niggas soundin' like me on no album

Keep it real, get your own shit, man, and be original

(Word up, you dig?) That's all, man (You'll be a better man)

And-and you gon'-you gon' come out on your own way (Yeah)

Whatever how you gon' take it (Yeah), man, fuck it (Word up) Rat Pack niggas

[Verse 1: Logic]

Ayo, I force MCs to bleed, retreat and recede

That's the Young Sinatra creed, killin' a track with incredible speed

And doin' it like it's nothin', no bluffin', gotta kill it everyday though

Slice MCs like Kato, got your head spinnin' like dreidel

Assassinate 'em so fatal, grip the heat and then tell ya to freeze

Gettin' cheddar at negative thirty degrees

I'm talkin' mula, money, euro, dollars, that yen

Blow it, then spend it again, I'm livin' the life until the end Rat Pack niggas

Can't comprehend what I got goin'

Never knowin' when Logic flowin' 'cause I'm creepin'

Like ether the way that I seep in

Swimmin' in women like the deep end

Chillin' with shorties that smoke reefer and blow like Aretha, uh, now

Sinatra said the best revenge is massive success

I guess that's women and multiple digits in excess

Your family broke bread, but my family's bread was soggy

'Til my brothers broke bricks like Mr. Miyagi

Now what the fuck

[Chorus: Logic]

Bring it on if you think you can hang

I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang

And if not, then let me do my thing (Rat Pack niggas)

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang

And if not, then let me do my thing (Rat Pack niggas)

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang

And if not, then let me do my thing (You are watching a master at work)

(Yeah) Yeah, bring it on if you think—

Yeah, uh, yeah (Logic), yeah

[Verse 2: Logic]

All of a sudden, I feel the inner killer emergin'

Never splurgin', bingin' money and never purgin'

Urgin' women to fuck on the rug 'cause it's imported Persian

Then bypass matters of the heart like a surgeon now

It's hard to ball when there's problems within the inner circle

One moment they cool as Stefan, then flip it like Urkel

Or flip it like keys, yeah, they flip it like ki's

From drug lords overseas that export it with ease

Bitch, please, we stack cheese so old, it's mold

I'm 'bout that money, so excuse me if my heart is cold

The magnum deployed, then I destroy mattresses

Late night love affairs with New York City actresses (Rat Pack niggas), I

Broke in the game and destroyed the first couple stages

Visionary takin' over regardless of our ages

Makin' history today to solidify in the pages of tomorrow

The industry is fucked, nothin' but sorrow, but I'm

Playin' for keeps, in other words, no need to borrow

So you can keep your advances, wack hooks, and pop dances

Don't get me wrong, I'm all about the mainstream

As long as I sign the deal I want and have the same team

And now they trippin' like a flight to Vegas

Tellin' me that I'll never make it and this shit is outrageous

Now what the fuck

[Chorus: Logic]

Bring it on if you think you can hang

I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang

And if not, then let me do my thing (Rat Pack niggas)

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang

And if not, then let me do my thing (Rat Pack niggas)

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang

And if not, then let me do my thing (You are watching a master at work)

Yeah, bring it on if you think—

Yeah, motherfucker (Logic)

[Verse 3: Logic]

Therefore you're never mourn like a memory repressed

MCs digest quicker than bullets shot from a gat with the barrel suppressed

One to the dome, two to the chest

If by chance they got a vest, however nevertheless

I'm lookin' for that real deal, shit that make me feel

Pleasure and pain, ain't no way to measure the game

I got haters in fifty-seven languages

Watch me vanquish this, the come up

Bust quicker than .357 caliber

Sharp as Excalibur, crushin' motherfuckers like Gallagher now

Time is money, somethin' you can never recoup

So stop wastin' mine, hit rewind, and then fuckin' regroup

Never messed with them chicken heads but catch me in the coupé (Rat Pack niggas)

Never in public 'cause I'm a studio fiend

Rockin' diamonds and gettin' money, we call that ice cream now

Allow me to give you the scoop, shit, I'll make it a double

I came up around more rocks than Barney Rubble

Murderers and drug dealers, I knew it, no rebuttal

Ain't no need to claim it, picked up the heat but never aimed it now

Jay gave us The Blueprint, I laid the foundation

Tell ya what I'm facin', bars like incarceration

'Cause my mind is always racin', ain't no time for vacations

I'm never pacin', unless I'm on the phone talkin' business

Get wit' this, best witness like Christmas, I'm fuckin' rappin'

Walk in the spot and all these haters go for the dap and

I never carried 'em, kill 'em with kindness, then bury 'em, yeah

I was born with talent, God gave me the gift

And now I pull more strings than guitar riffs

What the fuck

[Chorus: Logic]

Bring it on if you think you can hang

I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang

And if not, then let me do my thing (Rat Pack niggas)

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang

And if not, then let me do my thing (Rat Pack niggas)

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang

And if not, then let me do my thing (You are watching a master at work)

Yeah, bring it on if you think—

(Now that's all Sinatra everything)

[Outro: Logic]

Sinatra

Rat Pack niggas

Young Sinatra

East Coast flow at its finest