[Intro: Logic]

What's the threat?

Bitch, I'm on one

Yeah, you fuckin' with the wrong—, wrong one

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Little echoes (Wrong one, wrong one)

Yeah, you fuckin' with the wrong—, wrong one

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh

Bitch, I'm on one

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (Yeah)

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (Yeah, ayo, uh)

[Verse 1: Logic]

Ayo, what's the deal? Mind too active, can't sit still

I kinda feel like I just took a limitless pill

I'm Captain Mercer on the beat, watch me murder the Krill

That's a sci-fi reference, nerd shit my preference

Family is the only thing that mattеrs, bitch, I'm Stefan

I can't believе at first sight you thought I was Steve

Bitch, I'll orphan you, shapeshift and morph into your mom

Slit your throat and make it look like she's the one that committed the crime

You know I'm too committed to rhyme since my first show in Chicago

Never throwin' shade, we keepin' it light like vitiligo

Chain around my neck glisten like El Dorado

Can't fuck bitches with baggage, you married a ho with cargo

Bitches be jumpin' ship, word to Argo

If you don't understand that line, no need for an apology

You stupid motherfucker, I'm referencin' Greek mythology

I never went to college, B

And made millions while you pissed like you majored in urology

Now logically, I'm the top MC

How dare you got the nerve to bring that weak shit, neuropathy

Ain't no stoppin' me

Even if you stand on my grave, you're never toppin' me

[Chorus: Exile, with Like]

Down, down, that's how we get down

Down, yeah, yeah, you know we get down

Pick the mic up and then we get down, down

So high up that it's down

[Verse 2: Like & Blu]

Wow, my shit so profound

Wow, y'all done bit the whole style

Wow, I don't trip, I just smile

Murderous shit, I fit the profile

Murder was the case, had that shit on tape

Play this in the whip, man, that shit gon' crank

You steady talkin' shit like your shit don't stank (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

News flash, buddy, we the shit, you ain't

[Verse 3: Blu]

From irrelevant back to relevant in a matter of seconds

Shattered misconceptions

Misdirected, inheaded in my direction, intelligent and I'm tellin' it

Droppin' heavy shit that's still heaven sent

The freshest prince, utmost, definite, deadin' it

'Fore niggas can't fathom who they effin' with

Raw, no condom, you still can't come correct with it

I represent a specialist of artists who never charted

But never parted, often regarded as the hardest

As the autumn falls in, tell the wind I never fail

Leaves do, emcees too, but the pros propel

Don't tell, another cup of XXL, trouble for sale

Back bustin' a couple of shells, for Durell

Logic asked me, "What the deal?"

Back then, it was a film per album plus a couple mill'

Plug pulled the rug from up under my wheels

Humbly kill, stomach and pills, fumblin' bills, shit

Killed the player like Jada did Will Smith

For tryna play the same game, nigga, you will quit

I still spit, like it's foot on my throat, 'til I'm a ghost

Still not a G.O.A.T. but I feel like the G.O.A.T, end of my quote, go

[Outro: Logic]

Bitch, I'm on one

Yeah, you fuckin' with the wrong—, wrong one

Bitch, I'm on one, bitch, I'm on one

Yeah, you fuckin' with the wrong one, with the wrong one, one, one

Yeah, you fuckin' with—

You fuckin' with—, you fuckin' with—

You fuckin' with the wrong—, wrong one

You fuckin' with—, you fuckin' with—

You fuckin' with the wrong—, wrong one