[Logic, Funkmaster Flex & Action Bronson] Check Yeah, yeah Actually, that was pretty dope, man (Ayo) Can´t even lie
[Logic & Funkmaster Flex] Ayo, I got game, plenty Talk shit, reload the semi Mafia shit with Juicy J, sippin´ Henny I got Mastro money, boy, your pockets on Denny´s I hit the beat machine, get cream for the whole team Supply the fiends, dollar bills by any means Average person be committed if they´ve seen the shit I´ve seen It´s like my life was written through a murder scene Even in my early teens I saw a guy on the corner gettin´ high When a stray bullet from a drive-by blew his brains through his right eye Some people cautious, but I´m Cassius (Yes)
Motherfuck who rhyme the fastest (Woo) I made it through the light despite how dark my past is, what?
[Funkmaster Flex, Logic & Action Bronson] Hip-hop baby, party rockin´, you know what it is Shit hard Dark Haha, you should be concerned Yeah, yeah, motherfucker, you know it´s me You should
[Action Bronson] Smoking back-to-back Dutches My finger just inches off the button that´ll turn your fuckin´ body into stuffing Dressed like I´m doing construction Off one leg, jump through the fuckin´ window of the Hellcat like it´s nothing now
At that speed, I could easily be mistaken for Jet Li Don´t interrupt my feng shui Get left in the fridge where they hang meat My bitch´ll kick you with strange feet A thousand roses expertly engraved into the handle of the heat Carved ice and pre-Columbian queens Jackson Heights, rock Colombia, boo GUESS jeans, smoke drugs, all mezzanine Way before a motherfucker ever turned seventeen I´ll leave you in the Heaven scene Staring at the roof of the chapel, I showed you mercy You could´ve been in soup or a taco My Porsche colder than a bowl of gazpacho Commemorate me with a statue "Fuck the world" written on the tattoo
Man, I be smoking mad shit, that´s why I´m silly (Stupid) Motherfucker, you know it´s me