[Verse]

Yeah, smoking in London while the snow fall

In another country, so pardon me for the roll call

Damn, who would've thought the fan base was this immense?

On the first fucking train to Paris so pardon my french

Shows sold out, fans in line even though it's cold out

Yeah, touring Europe getting swiss cheese

Many said I'd never attain it now I'm like, "Bitch please, what up?"

Allow me to open up the verse with something so diverse

Now let the flow immerse, hold up; watch it disperse

Visions of Biggie, Big L and 2Pac just looking at me (Biggie)

From the gates of Heaven while the police booking at me

Open your mental while bitches give me brain with no dental

Y'all probably think I'm crazy for touching this instrumental

Shout out my cousin Ego, he know this shit's sentimental

Been doing this shit for my dogs, holding down the kennel

My ex hit me, talkin' 'bout she wanna make up

But on the real, I got no time for cover girls

Music is my main bitch, no time for other girls

I'm finna blow like Hiroshima, my demeanor get meaner

Watch me elevate to arenas, me without the mic

That's like Martin without the Gina, Venus without Serena

Now these thirsty bitches on the dick, we call that Aquafina

I used to bus tables until them tables turned

And everything I have obtained is everything I've earned

And everything I rap about is everything I've learned

So hopefully the listener can position a situation

Where they don't get burned and they can learn from my mistakes

Like I've learned from the greats to do whatever it takes

For Heaven's sakes open your mind, this shit one of a kind

Elegant and refined, irrelevant to the swine

What's the deal? Whipping through LA in the coupe de Ville

On the real, to various people I do appeal, 'cause of skill

So this the type of shit I'm gon' keep making

That make MCs break fast like flapjacks and bacon

Rest in peace to BIG, and many other fallen soldiers

Never Hollywood, I'm grounded like a cup of Folgers, bitch I told ya

Allow me to open up your mind and mold ya

Indulge ya, within this shit I call the second Renaissance

The system broke and they sent Logic in for maintenance

'Cause all you wack rappers couldn't break change to make sense

I'm back again with another argument about how much I'm black again

Fighting for credibility from the lack of blacker skin

It's kind of funny how your pigment determines how people perceive you

That's ignant

Ain't seen my momma in a minute

'Cause growing up she called me a nigg​er

That would never amount to nothing

Racism from my own momma, left home 'cause of drama

But I can make it in the rap game, look at Obama

You ain't been in my shoes, you don't know my story

You don't know what's in store, but bitch I stocked the inventory

Fuck a critic with the balls to try to tell me how I feel

You wasn't with me as a child, never once did you feel

The pain of my stomach that manifested from the lack of meals

Headed to the soup kitchen on foot by the lack of wheels

We aim to keep it real and hell no we ain't never missing

Came a long way from eating when government gave permission

If you think these lyrics ain't deep, you too stupid to listen

Just an outcast with a mission to spit to whoever listen, bitch, it's Logic