[Intro]

I'm on the come up

Anything that y'all do I'll one-up

Y'all grind till like 3 in the morning; I grind till the sun up

Homie, that's dedication

This world is what I'm facing

I only hope in the end that they all love and embrace him

[Chorus]

(I'm tryna right my wrongs

But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, man)

Mama, I'm sorry that I left at 17

(I apologize a trillion times)

[Verse 1]

Everything ain't what it seems when you try to follow your dreams

First you saw the bigger picture, now you see behind the scenes

You thought everything was sweet, now you see that shit is mean

Got a taste, now you a fiend, been into it since a teen

Yeah, he nice and all his friends say he gon' blow like Hiroshim'

Eyes on the prize like the baddest bitch you ever seen

At home late night, chillin', envisioning

Himself on the cover of Vibe magazine

But everything ain't what it seems, though it seem like he gon' blow

Will he make it? Maybe so

To be honest, I don't know

He got lyrics, he got flow

But it takes so much mo'

So much love, so much pain

With such little time to grow

Yeah, we love it when he smile

But hate it when he frown

I remember when that girl turned his world upside down

But it made his music better

Brought emotion, made it clever

Now he growing everyday

But he hungry tryna eat

Brain like an EKG the way that he study the beat

Now we know that he gon' make it and he won't accept defeat

Now I ain't tryna be mean

Now I ain't tryna be mean

But everything ain't what it seem

[Chorus]

(I'm tryna right my wrongs

But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, man)

Momma, I'm sorry that I left at 17

(I apologize a trillion times)

[Verse 2]

So many times have I designed a rhyme to blow your mind

'Cause I know that I wasn't destined to live a life of crime

I remember Christmases with no presents

I used to fear my future, now I dread my adolescence

Living the life of Logic

Really ain't what it's cut out to be

'Cause if I couldn't rap y'all wouldn't give a fuck about me

Hip-hop is politics

Filled with nothing but strife and stress

'Cause–time is money and it's hard to invest

Step on the stage, I get the honeys so wet

Rockin' thousand-dollar tuxes, sippin' on nothing but Moet

Thinkin' I'm so set, but really I ain't done shit yet

This game is war and in my mind I'm like a Vietnam vet

Now, I'm on the come up

Anything that y'all do I'll one-up

Y'all grind till like 3 in the morning; I grind till the sun up

Homie, that's dedication

This world is what I'm facing

I only hope in the end that they all love and embrace him

[Chorus]

(I'm tryna right my wrongs

But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, man)

Momma, I'm sorry that I left at 17

(I apologize a trillion times)

[Verse 3]

For the motherfuckers that hated: I made it

Slowly elevated, escalated onto another level, ha

My flow is crack, the game is Whitney, yup

And fame is Bobby on their first date: it ain't hit me yet

Now, visualizing driving down the horizon

While you despising the fact that I'm rising

So much hate within this world this shit is so traumatizing

Steppin' to me and you better be alphabetically ready

Aim steady

Lyricism sharp as machete

I got it already

See, I was born to sell records

Y'all destined to sell tunes

All up in your headphones

Killing booths like cellphones

(I got it)

'Cause everything ain't what is seems

It ain't just him it takes a team

At the ten headed to the zone in his mug mean

Yeah, the quarterback shines, but not without a sense of safety

So truly he is me and motherfucker you can't face me

Now I've had a lot of doubt

But I had to throw that out

'Cause I find that they listen when I rhyme, not when I shout

And right now shit is rocky

With me and my girl

See, music is my moon but this shawty is my world

Think about you all the time

Turn that shit into a rhyme

'Cause sometimes you can ignore me

But the beat listens just fine

Tell me do you even know

If you truly want to grow

Hate letters what I'm writing, Love Jones all I know

'Cause everything ain't what it seem

[Chorus]

(I'm tryna right my wrongs

But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, man)

Momma, I'm sorry that I left at 17

(I apologize a trillion times)

[Verse 4]

Living a life you only dream about

Flow angelic but now it's time to bring the demon out

Can you feel me?

I said it's hard being a saint inside a sinner's body

You know it's hard living as Logic after living as Bobby

This is the life I depicted

As a child I picked it

Feeling conflicted

To music, I am addicted

Not one of y'all can predict it

So many bars I'm feeling convicted

Now, writing like a felon, I'm selling, homie, who you telling?

While y'all do everything by the book, fuck that, I'm rebelling

'Cause bitch, I'm on another level

A level you ain't seen

A level that is truly only deemed for a king

The second you listen, it's my mission to murder any rendition

Busting with precision

If you in my vision, I'm never missing, ah!

Logic administer sinister verses like a minister for the listener

Can you motherfuckers feel me?