[Verse]

Scared to branch out, 'cause you might leave

Only care how I'm perceived, I get attacked, but you don't want to sleep

Say that old Logic is dead, but you don't want to grieve

Rather listen to my new shit and complain and leave

When I buzzed my head, they said it was wack

So I grew it back, but not for that

Judging my music based on aesthetic is pathetic

Biracial, we get it, you're proud of who you are, but you should quit it

Say they want the boom-bap back, but when I bring it back

Say it's not the same, changed by the fame

What if I told you: I recorded most of Young Sinatra IV on the Undеr Pressure Tour

Would it make it any morе classic?

Visualizing my horizon is beautiful

But die hard fans, this shit is mutual

Social media lets the consumer get greedier

They feel like they can tell you how to rap

What they call that? The loud minority butchered the 'curity (heh)

Look at my likes, look at my likes

Got a million on a new post, but a few like, "it's aight"

I mean, he's selling out arenas, and he give hope to the dreamers and he rap 'bout what he love

But it's still not good enough to me in my dorm room, in my momma house, at my fucked up job I don't care about

If I left, would they contemplate my whereabouts?

It's like basketball: "LeBron James ain't shit, Kobe ain't shit, Michael Jordan ain't shit, Kevin Durant ain't shit"

Same people tryna tell 'em how to dribble try to tell me how to spit

For you it's entertainment, for us this is life, no attainment

"If I was him, this is how I'd do it, he choked, I knew it, he blew it"

We don't show up at your job telling you how you should do it

We don't comment on your page when you're divorced, say he blew it

We don't act like we know who you are, anything but a superstar

White people don't like when I say, "black is beautiful"

Most people don't like when I say, "I am beautiful"

Call me corny, call me wack, call me anything but black, call me all the things you want, but I nailed it like a cuticle, uh

"You should'a spit it like this, should'a rapped it like that", man, what the fuck is that?

I don't tell you how to flip your burgers, I don't tell you how to raise your kids, I don't tell you how to spend your money

I don't tell you what your life really is

Pathetic, we get it

So you hatin' on the ones that live