[Chorus:] You already know what I been on You know where I be at Cause men lie, women lie Numbers don't I see that? (Don't I see that?)
Catch me in a private jet Like fuck it where the weed at? And this flight attendant got the fattest ass You know I need that
[Verse 1: Logic] Now these bitches say they love me But they're just obsessed with the image Now if practice makes perfect Then this is a scrimmage
Cause I ain't perfect I never said I was But now they're hating Cause a brotha finally got some buzz
The things that I say (Say) The places I'm seeing (Seeing) The people I talk to You don't know what I mean
Even matters of love It ain't always as it seems Yeah there's plenty in the sea Until you hit the mainstream
The girl that I love The one I call my honey Now I wonder if she love me for me Or for my fucking money
Sometimes I think about the love That I had in the past I truly miss it But It just wasn't destined to last
Cause our separation Lit a fire under my ass And now I'm gunning for the throne Yeah that is my task
Just a youngin' with a dream That acquired a team Motivated by bad bitches And rockin supreme
Now the whole world Wonders what's his next move That all depends on What I feel that I need to improve
Tell me what you think of me I swear it doesn't matter Just as long as I am happy And my pocket's getting fatter
Just watch me shatter the competition Getting madder then all of them wishing You couldn't of done it like I done it Bitch I run it, Ah!
Yeah you know I do it Like it ain't never been done Hit the Vegas strip And blow a million euro just for fun
To be honest I may have embellished That last line Chillin' with a shorty That is so much more than fine
At the penthouse poppin' bottles Of that hundred thousand dollar wine I got the connect Met 'em through the grape vine
[Chorus: first four lines x2] You know what I been on You know where I be at Cause men lie, women lie Numbers don't I see that? (Don't I see that?)
Catch me in a private jet Like fuck it where the weed at? And this flight attendant got the fattest ass You know I need that
Now these bitches say they love me But they're just obsessed with the image You know what I been on You know where I be at
[Verse 2: Logic] Yeah, It's been a year And everything I said would happen, has New school style with old school bars Like Alcatraz
Cause I ain't never Second guess this music shit I knew this shit Was all I ever wanted, all I ever had
Born famous now it's just time to convince the world Ditch cats, like drainage If they disrespect it Don't step through
I paint pictures for your mind And bring it to life like cinematography Say it then I do it My whole career is a prophecy
Now, better grab your jacket Cause in this world we live in it's cold out And when my album hits the stores It's sold out
Like these rapper's careers I'm the sum of our fears Fuck a grammy nominated Bitch, I made it and I'm here
I said it's all about the fans, Not about the record sells They said it wouldn't work, I told them go fuck themselves Why you think I'm independent visionaries never fail Why, Why you think I'm independent visionaries never fail
[Chorus: first four lines x2] You know what I been on You know where I be at Cause men lie, women lie Numbers don't I see that? (Don't I see that?)
Catch me in a private jet Like fuck it where the weed at? And this flight attendant got the fattest ass You know I need that
Now these bitches say they love me But they're just obsessed with the image You know what I been on You know where I be at
Sinatra
"You gotta realize, a lot of the time when I talk And I'm talking extremely cocky, I'm not talking About myself, I'm talking about the work. "