Logic — War Vet

[Intro] "Sinatra" "As you see, my Jedi powers are far beyond yours" "You are watching a master at work" "Logic" "Mustard on the beat, ho" [Verse 1] Yeah Fast cars with iPods in 'em Young Sinatra what they blastin' like a Beretta V for Vendetta, bitches sit and play just to get wetter Haters talkin' shit but then they study every letter I'm the first draft pick with the last laugh, bitch Yeah, I'm angry on the track, but I deserve to be 'Cause all these rappers with no talent wanna murder me People talkin' shit ain't even heard of me I went from park benches at night to first class flights Huh, that's what you call takin' shit to new heights Put the 750 in reverse like Benjamin Button We been doin' it for years and they down all of a sudden [Chorus] Bobbysoxer doin' one-twenty in a Corvette Watch your boy blow up in front of your eyes: war vet Give the fans nuttin' but fire, now they want more of it E'rybody want my album, it ain't in the stores yet [Verse 2] I keep it real all the time like my crew, when I rhyme Just a killer in his prime with that predator state of mind I'm set to detonate, stack my bread and watch the paper escalate Don't test my fate, Logic finna blow like Mary Kate I play my role like Shakespeare, RattPack, ain't no fakes here I conceal my talent like a 357 Ever since I was eleven I been a G, chillin' on the low-key Incognito, manipulate the steel like Magneto Smacking suckers like mosquitoes, dispersin' verses like a kilo I'm Michael, the king, you fuckers is Tito Versace frames with the green shades, I only see dough Ballin' like a free throw, you know my steelo I once was a prince with the vision of a king Now I run the whole thing, not defined by the bling Exterminate the fakes like crooked jakes, killin' for high stakes Guarantee it is my fate to be remembered as one of the greats No matter what it takes, boy, I'ma give it my all Like Jordan when he ball, never stumble, never fall Lyrical medicine, repeat the formula Until I get it right like Edison (Like Edison) Now step into my mind as I calculate lyrics like Einstein The way he manipulated numbers, I manipulate the rhymes Like E=MC², nah E = Eater of MCs, beware Watch me shine in the darkness like a flare Married to the game, I'm the heir to the throne you been watchin' [Chorus] Bobbysoxer doin' one-twenty in a Corvette Watch your boy blow up in front of your eyes: war vet Give the fans nuttin' but fire, now they want more of it E'rybody want my album, it ain't in the stores yet [Verse 3] Walk in a room and now they starin' at a brother like "What up?" What's the next move? Shall I improve On some shit I never gave a fuck about before? Let relationships end up, 'cause all I do is flow See, I'm a selfish ma'fucker, I already know Don't try to tell me what I'm not, bitch, I'll conquer the globe I sacrificed my whole childhood just to explode I want this more than what's under Mila Kunis' robe, meanwhile Daddy's lil' girl askin' for mo' money But little did he know the bread was for blow money What's in store, money, sold out shows and hoes for me I can't fade, this the only reason I was made To follow my dreams and manipulate these rhyme schemes Like a genius, spittin' the meanest, I done seen this As a child, ten-thousand people in the crowd Reppin' the RattPack, watch 'em all go w— [Outro] Slicin' MCs like Vader Motherfuckin' RattPack, you already know what it is Yeah, Visionary Music Group V's up all day, yeah, yeah, yeah "Sinatra" Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties, bitch Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties, bitch I'm a ma'fuckin' star (Star) Look at the paint on the car (Car)