BLACKWHITEBOY Logic

[Intro: Funkmaster Flex & Logic]
Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo
It's crazy how some people can hear this and think they know what to say
But they don't know what to say
Nuts
This right here, though? This?
Huh, yeah, yeah (Bars)
There we go, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Logic]
Still in the game with you, wettin' fools like when the rain hit you
Music, movies, and families, I'm a lane-switcher
Ready to get you now
My flow make you rethink your whole fuckin' style
Nick Cannon on these motherfuckers, Bobby goin' wild
As a youngin, as a child, I was dreamin' for this
Fiendin' for this, listen, lean in with this
I'm the definition of a try-hard, the lyrical miraclе god
Do anything just for the applause
All up in your face with somе shit you can't avoid
Yeah, this black white boy finna push you into the void
I ain't got nothing but time like I'm Christopher Lloyd
And I ain't got time to diss you, I'd rather dismiss you
And sell more records than you did in your first week with a reissue
Claiming you the greatest, but is you?
I do this for Kenny, do this for Cole
Do this shit for the GZA and the whole clan, for sure
I do this for Mos, do this for Thought
Do this for Dilla on the for realer
But don't let me start showin' love 'cause I won't be able to stop
Made fifty million when I went pop
But everybody know when Logic pick up the mic, bars drop
I respect this generation, but I need the hardest bars you can provide
I'm taxing you with inflation
Bobby Boy in the cut like a mason, I got verses like Freddy, Jason
Fuckin' amazing (Woo)