BLACKWHITEBOY

歌詞

Ooh ooh hoo hoo hoo It's crazy how some people could hear this and think they know what to say But they don't know what to say Nuts This right here though? This? (Huh, yeah yeah, there we go) Bars (Yo, that's what I'm fuckin' talkin' about) (Yeah, uh) Still in the game with ya Wettin' fools like when the rain hit ya Music, movies, and families, I'm a lane switcher Ready to get ya now My flow make you rethink your whole fuckin' style Nick Cannon on these motherfuckers, Bobby goin' wild As a youngin', as a child, I was dreamin' for this Fiendin' for this, listen, lean in with this I'm the definition of a try hard The lyrical miracle God Do anything just for the applause All up in your face with some shit you can't avoid Yeah that's black white boy, finna push you into the void I ain't got nothing but time like I'm Christopher Lloyd And I ain't got time to diss you I'd rather dismiss you and sell more records than you did in your first week with a reissue Claiming you the greatest, but is you? I do this for Kenny, do this for Cole, do this shit for the GZA and the whole clan, fo' sho' I do this for Mos', do this for Thought, do this for Dilla on the for real'a But don't let me start showin' love, cause I won't be able to stop Made fifty million when I went pop But everybody know when Logic pick up the mic, bars drop I respect this generation, but I need the hardest bars you can provide I'm taxing you with inflation Bobby Boy in the cut like a mason I got verses like Freddy, Jason Fuckin' amazing, yeah You have to do it again, so people don't think it's a fluke You have to do it again, one more time, let's go Yo, you are walking hand-to-hand with a real one I'm still one I'm tryna slice open my veins just to feel somethin' Spill my blood on the page, blood on the leaves Blood flowing down my arm from the heart on my sleeve We keep it real all the time, boy you best believe I love rap and had to leave, meanwhile the media like to perceive That I was never welcome and these record labels thieves Sample Tribe Called Quest and have to pay Lou Reed A hundred percent Pick up the mic and imma vent Fuck all that shit Yo, ay fuck rap, let's dead it Everything that I could rap about, already said it I'd rather give you these melodies Kill the game so many times it's no longer a felony What the fuck is you telling me, you ain't selling me Do what you used to do and do it over and over How 'bout you suck my dick and accept it's over It's a new chapter, in the country, whippin' a Raptor The realest I've ever been, it's far from SAG-AFTRA Really used to give a fuck but now it's just laughter Happily ever after, prolly not, but I have to have hope Used to obsess over being dope But the industry too cut-throat They less focused on the talent and more focused on the upvotes One album on the champed and the next I'm the villain... Do the thing we like, or else it's "fuck you and your feelings" I was spread thin, just about ready to let the led in Breaking down on stage, that shit I can't evade I open up about my feelings, they call me a faggot Fuck you, I had it Mentality was shattered Wanna know why I retired? Cause I was uninspired And everything was "Fuck you, pay me" Speak my mind, they turn around and wanna play me Try something different, then they say I'm not the same me You can never tame me I'd rather fail trying something new than doing the same shit every day Fuck you (haha) It's Logic