Logic - BLACKWHITEBOY lyrics

Ooh ooh hoo hoo hoo
It's crazy how some people could 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, there we go)
Bars
(Yo, that's what I'm
Fuckin' talkin' about)
(Yeah, uh)

Still in the game with ya
Wettin' fools like when the rain hit ya
Music, movies, and families
I'm a lane switcher
Ready to get ya 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 miracle God
Do anything just for the applause
All up in your face with
Some shit you can't avoid
Yeah that's 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
Fo' sho'
I do this for Mos', do this for Thought
Do this for Dilla on the for real'a
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, yeah

You have to do it again
So people don't think it's a fluke
You have to do it again, one more time
Let's go

Yo, you are walking hand-to hand
With a real one
I'm still one
I'm tryna slice open my veins
Just to feel somethin'
Spill my blood on the page
Blood on the leaves
Blood flowing down my arm from
The heart on my sleeve
We keep it real all the time
Boy you best believe
I love rap and had to leave
Meanwhile the media like to perceive
That I was never welcome and
These record labels thieves
Sample Tribe Called Quest and have
To pay Lou Reed
A hundred percent
Pick up the mic and imma vent
Fuck all that shit

Yo, ay fuck rap, let's dead it
Everything that I could rap about
Already said it
I'd rather give you these melodies
Kill the game so many times
It's no longer a felony
What the fuck is you telling me
You ain't selling me
Do what you used to do and
Do it over and over
How 'bout you suck my dick
And accept it's over
It's a new chapter, in the country
Whippin' a Raptor
The realest I've ever been
It's far from SAG-AFTRA
Really used to give a fuck
But now it's just laughter
Happily ever after, prolly not
But I have to have hope
Used to obsess over being dope
But the industry too cut-throat
They less focused on the talent and
More focused on the upvotes
One album on the champed and the
Next I'm the villain [?]
Do the thing we like
Or else it's "fuck you and your feelings"
I was spread thin
Just about ready to let the led in
Breaking down on stage
That shit I can't evade
I open up about my feelings
They call me a faggot
Fuck you, I had it
Mentality was shattered
Wanna know why I retired?
Cause I was uninspired
And everything was "Fuck you, pay me"
Speak my mind
They turn around and wanna play me
Try something different
Then they say I'm not the same me
You can never tame me
I'd rather fail trying something new than
Doing the same shit every day
Fuck you (haha)
It's Logic