Logic — Young Sinatra II

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Various women I'm swimming in like a shark Hold up, that was the first one, let me run it back and restart Young Sinatra ripping the beat apart Shining like a diamond when I be rhyming But y'all in the dark On point like a poisonous dart I can feel it now, the fame is comin' soon How can sky be the limit when there's footprints on the moon? Now, I used to bus tables, now I bust rhymes Spitting lines to the illest of dimes just to pass the time Living like a Don, mafietic mind state Hip-hop heads never die, we multiply then dominate Now I been flowin' since a adolescent up until the present Rehearsin' flows for various shows Yeah, that's how I roll Gettin' respected, never neglected As I infect it, they detect it, when I disect it Rip it and wreck it, now that's on the record As the vinyl spin so slowly Bringing verses like a Holy Bible, my flow is tribal Meet me in the street homie I'm liable To get it right then and there Motherfuckers like, "Where?" He come from? Got music for days and then some They were stepping confident until I made 'em run You know it's Logic In your vicinity murder evil entities better known as your enemies You feel it now Spark the L and you be coolin' Chillin' relaxin' to this audio satisfaction I leave emcees missin' in action, leave you gashin From a thousand lashes While I'm laughing with a passion Stand over you smiling 'til I hear sirens and now I'm dashing [Hook: AZ & Nas] Life's a bitch and then you die That buck that bought the bottle Coulda struck the lotto Life's a bitch and then you die Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some [Verse 2: Logic] This second verse is dedicated to rappers that never made it 'Cause they gave up on their dream In other words they hesitated to take it But I swear I'ma make it better than ever before 'Cause half of y'all don't even know See I be rolling through the streets In a beamer bomber like Hiroshima Hit you like Katrina 'til they like, "Damn Gina!" (Damn!) I eat MCs like fast food, hella rude I'm the reason that your favorite rapper's in a bad mood My name is Logic, I was born in 1990 Ain't no need to remind me That when you listen you wanna rewind me All the labels wanna sign me for the right reasons We aim to please Huntin' dollars and it's buck season 'Cause [Outro: AZ & Nas] Life's a bitch and then you die That's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die That's why we puff lye 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die That's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die Ayo, put the Grants over there in the safe, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah, yeah) ‘Cause we spendin' these Jacksons. The Washingtons go to wifey, you know how that go I'm sayin' this is what it's all about, right? Clothes, bankrolls and hoes, you know what I'm sayin'? (Sinatra) You know, then what, man? What- what? (Logic)