[Intro: AZ]

(Funkmaster Flex)

Yeah

I like this

It's like, like creepin' up on 'em

[Verse 1: AZ]

What makes an MC? Let's raise this entry

For me, once embraced, left states in a frenzy

Face his envy with the grace of Pimp C

It's never complicated, the basics been me

From straight with ten G's to racin' Bentleys

School from the jump to lacin' gently

Convince me, who cooler out in Aruba?

Blowin' ounces of Buddha, I know the routes, the maneuver, pursuer

Let's speak about it, I keep a stylist

From eatin' phallus to fornicatin' at Caesar's palace

Balance both feet on the concrete

Calm and meek, though that heat is in my arm reach

From Palms Beach to the pretty sands in the Turks

Fifty grand disperse, never plan for the worst

Let me work, haha, I wrote it just how I quote it

It's hopeless tryin' to decode it, I'm Moses now for the moment

[Verse 2: Logic]

Yeah, ayo, life's a bitch, we knew that

Guns drawn, where the loot at?

Chillin' at the crib bumpin' Lupe and Lootpack

Rhymin' since 2001, I'm Stanley Kubrick

Shinin' with my eyes wide shut like it's Clockwork

Full metal jacket got you walkin' awkward

Rappin' is a way of life, all this money just a perk

Go bezerk on the beat, machine work

'Til I'm spacin' out like Captain Kirk, wanna know my net worth?

Motherfucker got ten milli', that's cute, you ain't in my network

My money Oceans Eleven, y'all snatchin' a purse

Black and white like Clerks

Take 'em to church with the verse

Choppin' samples with Doc in another universe

It's god level, the rebel nobody could rebel

I'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you fuckin' pebble

Presidential with the bezel, never one to embezzle

My dick big, my money gross, let's toast to excess

Peep the success, bitch, I'm in the middle of Little Italy

Literally, no way you could ever get rid of me

'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the fuckin' garbage

Now I'm on top and you talkin' shit, hell nah, bitch

You mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it

I rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it

Leave these pussies castrated and faces exacerbated

Spend all day talkin' about me, you fascinated

I'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen through your asshole and choke you with 'em

I'm sicker than Venom

I'll murder you like OGs in prison do to child molesters and rapists of women

I'm a beast shark that grew legs and evolved from swimmin'

You know I started from the bottom, flows, I got 'em

Bars, I got 'em, yeah, you know I fuckin' got 'em

Leave you stutterin' to g-g-get shit out like Joe Biden

Ridin' in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d city shit

This that gritty shit, Brooklyn '95, New York City shit

You can hate me now, P. Diddy shit

I started from the bottom, man, I really did

And everything they say is true when you get really big, I made it

[Outro: Funkmaster Flex]

Woo-hoo, woo

AZ, I heard it, I see it

Logic, that's a verse

That is a verse, that— wow

Woah