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 murdering 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 talking Achilles Try to play me like I ain't me, but I provided all the deets Who you know worth $50 million still rapping 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 our 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 dancing on the game like Swayze I'm one of the illest, and bitch, I've been ready to kill this, it's so amazing Bitch, I've been blazing, I'm talking grass, I ain't talking grazing 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 waiting 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 'til 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 running the game like a Sony While the rest of these rappers is acting 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
Young Sinatra Iv, the album September 28th Bringing that boom bap back for the Rattpack