[Verse 1: Logic]
I hope you
Feel this shit, top ten flow and it's still this shit
Went away, had to get away, been away, came back and a motherfucker still the shit
Hold up, what's real as this? Feelin' myself, who ill as this?
Mastered the flow from the east to the west, but right now I'm wondering how trill is this, I
Been around for a minute now, one hunnid, I'm in it now
People that wasn't there back in the day talkin' 'bout, man, remember I'm winning now
I could only imagine if I was beginning now, back in the beginning now
Fuck that, spent a mil' on the chain and I tell my company deduct that
Get the fuck back
[Chorus: Logic]
La-da (Yeah, yeah,) la-da (Yeah, yeah)
Da-da (Uh, uh,) da-da (Yeah, yeah)
La-da (Yeah, yeah,) la-da (Yeah, yeah)
Da-da (Uh,) da-da
[Verse 2: Big KRIT]
First off
I give a fuck about all that top five, if I ain't in it
Niggas barely ever play my records (It don't matter), but I'm still winnin'
From the M-I-crooked just to make 'em peep what I'm cookin', I love Mississippi
I put a studio in my partner kitchen, so by the way I'm whippin'
You would think I'm juggin' these hoes
Cuttin' crack and make 'em double back like excuse me, nigga
I need a stove, nah, I ain't selling dope
But this a metaphor for my flow
But I'ma probably have to hit with a fork (Maybe dumb it down)
'Til it bubble up and then rise some more
So I can bag it up for these Insta folk
And sell it for the low 'cause they simple ('Cause they simple)
If I hear, "KRIT, you need a hit" one more time
Lookin' at us like, "How these motherfuckers gon' undership mine?"
Still do an interview here and there
Where they don't even know that I'm signed
(Nigga you had to know that)
If I wait on the label to support my vision I might go blind
Lately I've been on my tell it all get rich
Start plottin' on my way I did
To show like Empire may the very thing I dreamed of look like bullshit
Kill em all, why not, King when I'm busy
Krizzle up in the blizzard and the cold is the [?]
Said who was here, never really snowed in the sizzie
Fuck what ya heard, multi 'til I dizzie, bitch
[Chorus: Logic]
La-da (Yeah, yeah,) la-da (Yeah, yeah)
Da-da (Uh, uh,) da-da (Yeah, yeah)
La-da (Yeah, yeah,) la-da (Yeah, yeah)
Da-da (Uh, uh) da-da
[Verse 3: Logic]
A'ight, check it (Yeah, yeah)
It's the take, I heard y'all been checking my net worth
What the fuck is y'all doing? Y'all ain't on my level
Boy, go pay your rent first
And then maybe I'll sign you, I'm looking for talent, I hope that I find you
"Wait a minute, you asked me now let me tell you. Now here's another problem"
They probably expecting that shit for the first album, man, fuck that
They'll say that I changed, and I'll say I had to show 'em my range
'Cause if I do what I did then they'll say it's the same
Just can't win in this game (Yeah, yeah)
"What's wrong with it ?" A'ight, yeah, uh
Money talks, that's a figure of speech, that went over their head
Like the dough that I throw in the air like I'm Papa John
That mafia money, that Parmigian'
My shortie a dime, your bitch is a nine
Pennies, prolly take her to Dennys, we chillin' at Lenny's
You know I got 99 problems, but keep it a hunnid, you know that I done it
Just me and my homies, we tryna make it to the summit
Praying that we don't plummet
Like, "Oh my God, look at your boy, now you finally done it"
I've been writing these records from actual facts
So hopefully you learn something from it, but what I learned is
[Outro: Logic]
I've been on a grind and now they all know what's up
So high, so high
I said I've been on a grind and now they all know what's up
So high, so high
I've been on a grind and now they all know what's up
So high, so high
I said I've been on a grind and now they all know what's up
So high