Logic

[Intro]
Aye

[Verse 1]
I'm makin' waves and my moves been erratic
XXL boy you know I've been had it
I make that shit you crave like and addict
And play it to masses
They ask how I'm livin', I'm livin' it good
Yeah, I got property in Hollywood
Pray that I fall, boy, you wish that I would
Bobby Tarantino made 'em wow
Young Sinatra was huge for me
Everybody's under pressure now
I'm the incredible true story
All of them rappers can simmer down
Nothing they do really do it for me
All of them rappers can simmer down

[Verse 2]
Bobby!
I feel like one in a million
When I get involved ain't nobody do numbers like
Bobby!
I feel like runnin' the jewels
On the mic I'm a killer and shit, I just might catch a
Body!
I feel like spreading peace, love, positivity
Up in the industry just as a
Hobby!
Am I the best in the game, though?
Prob'ly!
I can't name no one to stop me
Spit it like a beretta
With semi-automatics together
The way I murder, ain't no room for contenders
I make a boom when I enter and then I tour in December
I'm gonna put on a show, boy, you gonna remember
You don't know what it feel like
Be a little boy in the 'ville, right?
Good kid, but he gotta act trill, right?
Same kid made a million dollar deal, right?
Cut that shit
You cannot avoid this
Wack motherfuckers too stupid to enjoy this
If you got a problem, get in line, make appointments
Your shit dropped and it flopped like a koi fish
Oh my god!
I make my way through your boulevard
I'm the best when I'm going hard
I do more than rap 40 bars
Paradise, yeah, we're moving forward