[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

[Verse]

They say they want the old Logic, the one that flow like a faucet

I'm still the same me, they just don't believe it like they agnostic

If I spit over the boom bap, they perceive it as nostalgic

But the truth is my subject matter is still the same

Production selection is still flame

But they love you on the come-up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame

And you still they little secret

That's the type of bullshit that they frequent

From 19 to 2019, been murderin' this shit for a decade

From the boom bap to the trap, let my style cascade

Listen, listen, yeah

What's the dealy? Pass the Philly, get silly, that's on the really

We snappin' like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill, I'm talkin' Achilles

Try to play me like I ain't me, but I provided all the deets

Who you know worth 50 million, still rappin' on breakbeats?

From Nasty Nas, Big L, Tribe, the Roots, and many more

Of course, we could never forget Biggie and Young Shakur

Fuck the police, no, we ain't fucking with al pastor

I'm the bastard that mastered the flow, said it once before for sure

While 6ix produce hits from the soul, you already know

Visualising and realising my life is fucking crazy

Poppin' like Jay-Z, dirty dancin' on the game like Swayze

I'm one of the illest, and bitch, I've been ready to kill this, it's so amazin'

Bitch, I've been blazin', I'm talking grass, I ain't talking grazin'

Latest shit the tape while I sip scotch, let the haters kick rocks

My flow is tip-top, I never flip flop; why? 'Cause my soul too strong

Did this all on my own 'cause waitin' took too long

The flow sophisticated

All these youngins do is whine like they inebriated

I'm hated, but yeah, that's how you know I made it

I'm one of the illest, I'm one of the realest

I'm ready to kill this, the people they feel this

Me and my team made millions but you know we still us

Yeah, they wanna kill us but they all feel us

RattPack, real all the time, we never phony

I'm single-handedly runnin' the game like a Sony

While the rest of these rappers is actin'

Pass 'em the Tony, pass 'em the Oscar

From the new school rappers, Logic's the illest on the roster

Smoke like a Rasta

Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob Marley

These racist motherfuckers hate that last line

Probably haters on the internet ain't got nothing to bargain

Said I'd never make it, bitch, I just sold out the Garden

Sinatra

[Outro]

Young Sinatra IV, the album

September 28th

Bringin' that boom bap back for the RattPack