[Intro: Logic & Shwhy ]

Check (Yow)

Yeah, yeah

Actually, that was pretty dope there (Ayo)

Can't even lie

[Verse 1: Logic & Funkmaster Flex]

Ayo, I got game, plenty

Talk shit, reload the semi

Mafia shit with Juicy J, sippin' Henny

I got Mastro money, boy, your pockets on Denny's

I hit the beat machine, get cream for the whole team

Supply the fiends, dollar bills by any means

Average person be committed if they've seen the shit I've seen

It's like my life was written through a murdеr scene

Even in my еarly teens

I saw a guy on the corner gettin' high

When a stray bullet from a drive-by blew his brains through his right eye

Some people cautious, but I'm Cassius (Yes)

Motherfuck who rhyme the fastest (Woo)

I made it through the light despite how dark my past is, what?

[Interlude: Funkmaster Flex, Logic & Action Bronson]

Hip-hop baby, party rockin', you know what it is

Shit hard

Dark

Haha, you should be concerned

Yeah, yeah, motherfucker, you know it's me

You should

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

Smoking back-to-back Dutches

My finger just inches off the button that'll turn your fuckin' body into stuffing

Dressed like I'm doing construction

Off one leg, jump through the fuckin' window of the Hellcat like it's nothing now

At that speed, I could easily be mistaken for Jet Li

Don't interrupt my feng shui

Get left in the fridge where they hang meat

My bitch'll kick you with strange feet

A thousand roses expertly engraved into the handle of the heat

Carved ice and pre-Colombian queens

Jackson Heights, rock Columbia, boo

GUESS jeans, smoked drugs on mezzanine

Way before a motherfucker ever turned seventeen

I'll leave you in the Heaven scene

Staring at the roof of the chapel, I showed you mercy

You could've been in soup or a taco

My Porsche colder than a bowl of gazpacho

Commemorate me with a statue

"Fuck the world" written on the tattoo

Man, I be smoking mad shit, that's why I'm silly (Stupid)

Motherfucker, you know it's me