[Refrain: AZ]

Visualizin' the realism of life in actuality

Visualizin' the realism of life in actuality

[Verse 1: Logic]

Various women, I'm swimmin' in like a shark

Tear the pussy apart, shawty, it's on after dark, huh

Step to the mic and now I got ya, call me Young Sinatra

The flow is prominent, hella dominant, on time with it

When I'm rhymin' it to the labels itchin' to sign with it

Now check the women I'm bringin' in with these ill synonyms

Softly killin' 'em, in other words, I'm Lauryn Hillin' 'em, huh

I swear to God, if I could, I'd never turn the page

Livin' the rest of my days on stage

Fuckin' with bitches that never age

I'm so fly that I defy the laws of physics

I ain't think it was possible for a check to have this many digits

Mathematically exquisite, am I cocky? Just a smidgen, huh

If you want beef, then we can supersize it

Freshman in the game, so they wanna haze me like my name Isaac

I kill the beat and dig a ditch just to fossilize it

To make sure none of you bammers try to reprise it, what

[Chorus: AZ & Nas]

Life's a bitch and then you die

That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto

Life's a bitch and then you die

Got rhymes three sixty-five days annual, plus some

[Verse 2: Logic]

I'm workin' a 9-to-5 just to survive, barely staying alive

Hard to stay focused without the drive

See, I bus tables and my homie Castro is a waiter

I can't wait to blow and say, "I told you so, haters", ha

Livin' a life of an egotistical pistol gripper isn't a life for me

I'd rather grip mics and undo girls' zippers

But not them ho girls, meet-me-after-the-show girls

Them take-it-slow girls, have-'em-comin'-back-for-mo' girls (Aight)

[Refrain: AZ & Logic]

Visualizin' the realism of life in actuality (Yeah, mm, uh)

[Verse 3: Logic]

Various managers comin' up, talkin' 'bout they got me

But really, they shadier than Slim in a pair of Versaces

I know you see me shinin', been practicin' and grindin'

While they conform to the norm, you'll catch me designin'

A different type of sound

While you was stuck inside the box, huh, I had already been around

Inner peace and happiness, I'm always tryna find it

And I kinda got the feelin' that a woman is behind it

So I'm always chasin' tails, the real-life Sonic

And I'm always spittin' fire, half black, half demonic, huh

Nah, I'm half black and half white

Come on, this sound, it had to come from somewhere, right?

Nah, nah, see, homie, race is not the issue

And if you steppin' to me like it is, I'll dismiss you

The second you listen, the second I got ya

I swear to God, I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra

[Chorus: AZ & Nas]

Life's a bitch and then you die

That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto

Life's a bitch and then you die

Got rhymes three sixty-five days annual, plus some