Logic - All Sinatra Everything lyrics

"Young Sinatra" "It's like this, man, niggas
Man niggas know not to fuck around
With this shit though
I don't give a fuck how
Nasty niggas get" "Nah son
Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like
Me on no album
Keep it real, get your own shit, man
And be original
"Word up" "That's all, man" "Be a better man"
"And you gon'
You gon' come out on your own way
Whatever how you gon' take it, man
Fuck it" "Rat Pack niggas"

Ayo, I force MC's to bleed
Retreat and recede
That's the Young Sinatra creed
Killin' a track with incredible speed
And doin' it like it's nothin', no bluffin'


Gotta kill it everyday though
Slice MC's like Kato
Gotchya head spinnin' like dreidel
Assassinate 'em so fatal
Grip the heat and then tell ya to freeze
Gettin' cheddar at negative thirty degrees
I'm talkin' mula, money, euro, dollars
That yen blow it, let's spend it again
I'm livin' the life until the end
Can't comprehend what I got goin'
Never knowin' when Logic flowin'
'Cause I'm creepin'
Like ether the way that I seep in
Swimmin' in women like the deep end
Chillin' with shorties that smoke reefer
And blow like Aretha, uh
Now, Sinatra said the best
Revenge is massive success
I guess that's women and
Multiple digit's in excess
Ya family broke bread
But my family's bread was soggy
Till my brothers broke bricks like Mr miyagi
Now what the fuck

"Bring it on if you think you can hang"
"I'm out for dead fucking
Presidents to represent me"
"yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do
My thing" "Rat Pack niggas"
"yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do
My thing" "Rat Pack niggas"
"yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing"
"You are watching a master at work"
"yeah, bring it on if you think "
(yeah, uh, yeah) "Logic" (yeah)

All of a sudden I feel
The inner killer emergin' never splurgin'
Bingin' money and never purgin'
Urgin' women to fuck on the
Rug 'cause it's imported Persian
Then bypass matters of the
Heart like a surgeon
Now, it's hard to ball when there's
Problems within the inner circle
One moment they cool as Stefan
Then flip it like Urkel
Or flip it like keys, yeah
They flip it like ki's
From drug lords overseas that
Export it with ease
Bitch please, we stack cheese so old
It's mold i'm 'bout that money
So excuse me if my heart is cold
The magnum deployed
Then I destroy mattresses
Late night love affairs with
New York City actresses ("Rat Pack niggas")
I broke in the game and
Destroyed the first couple stages
Visionary takin' over regardless of our ages
Makin' history today to solidify in
The pages of tomorrow
The industry is fucked, nothin' but sorrow
But I'm playin' for keeps in other words
No need to borrow
So you can keep your advances, wack hooks
And pop dances don't get me wrong
I'm all about the mainstream
As long as I sign the deal I
Want and have the same team
And now they trippin' like a flight to Vegas
Tellin' me that I'll never make it
And this shit is outrageous
Now what the fuck

"Bring it on if you think you can hang"
"I'm out for dead fucking
Presidents to represent me"
"yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do
My thing" "Rat Pack niggas"
"yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do
My thing" "Rat Pack niggas"
"yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing"
"You are watching a master at work"
"yeah, bring it on if you think " (yeah)
(Motherfucker) "Logic"

Therefore you're never mourn like
A memory repressed
MC's digest quicker than bullets shot from
A gat with the barrel suppressed
One to the dome, two to the chest
If by chance they got a vest
However nevertheless
I'm lookin' for that real deal
Shit that make me feel pleasure and pain
Ain't no way to measure the game
I got haters in fifty-seven languages
Watch me vanquish this
The come up, bust quicker than 357 caliber
Sharp as Excalibur
Crushin' muthafuckas like Gallagher now
Time is money, something you can never recoup
So stop wastin' mine
Hit rewind and then fuckin' regroup
Never messed with them chicken heads
But catch me in the coupé
("Rat Pack niggas")
Never in public 'cause I'm a studio fiend
Rockin' diamonds and gettin' money
We call that ice cream
Now, allow me to give you the scoop, shit
I'll make it a double i came up around more
Rocks than Barney Rubble
Murderers and drug dealers
I knew it no rebuttal
Ain't no need to claim it
Picked up the heat, but never aimed it
Now Jay gave us The Blueprint
I lay the foundation
Tell ya what I'm facin'
Bars like incarceration
'Cause my mind is always racin'
Ain't no time for vacations
I'm never pacin'
Unless I'm on the phone talkin' business
Get wit' this, best witness like Christmas
I'm fuckin' rappin'
Walk in the spot and all these
Haters go for the dap and
I never carried 'em, kill 'em
With kindness then bury 'em, yeah
I was born with talent, God gave me the gift
And now I pull more strings than guitar riffs
What the fuck

"Bring it on if you think you can hang"
"I'm out for dead fucking
Presidents to represent me"
"yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do
My thing" "Rat Pack niggas"
"yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do
My thing" "Rat Pack niggas"
"yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing"
"You are watching a master at work"
"yeah, bring it on if you think "
(Now that's all Sinatra everything)

"Sinatra" "Rat Pack niggas" "Young Sinatra"
"East Coast flow at it's finest"