[Verse 1] 
I've seen a lot of [bad word] I shouldn't have but never forgot it though 
Brothers on the corners selling crack like it was nada though 
Walk inside my kitchen baking soda all up on the floor 
Police banging on the door 
While gripping a .44 
I was just a youngin' but this type of [bad word] I've seen before 
Y'all see a white boy, but my daddy a negro 
Half breed [bad word] put the mic and he flow 
I just wanna spread love, they want me to bleed slow
I just wanna keep the peace, and help people 
Give some of this money that I'm making to the people 
So if you hatin' on me [bad word] you evil 
And just don't understand cause I'm flyer than Knievel 
Been through a lot of [bad word]  but I keep it on the D-Lo 
Never bustin' in'em streets but I keep it though 
I ain't in a fairy tale, I'm just me, ho! 
Only thing I talk about is everything that we know 
I heard you've got a [bad word] problem [bad word] I bet I beast 
Ain't no need to reach, I don't need a piece 
I just kill'em with kindness, yeah we leave ‘em deceased 
And tell it like it is and now you got it capish shorty waddup ! 

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Let me bring it back down 
You think it's a game right now (yeah) 
But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now (yeah) 
Back where I came from now 
We're gon' live it up 
Till we bring it back down 

[Verse 2] 
I hope you live a long life hatin' 
And watch every Grammy just to see who they nominating, uh 
So successful they'll probably say I signed with Satan 
But I got God on my side, always down to ride 
Don't get it twisted, I ain't perfect in the least 
I'm still all up in your girl jeans like a crease 
Matter fact like a geneticist 
These rappers' [bad word]  out they so repetitive 
Shout out my homie Chance, peace to Skizzy Mars 
Rattpack, homie Castro, we dropping bars 
It's all love, man that [bad word] is ours 
They never thought I'd make a shooting from the stars 
Yeah, I'm a born sinner, but it's a cold world 
Shout out my homies that know me, can't forget my old girl 
But that's a touchy subject like a priest, woah 
I heard y'all finally eating over there, we got a feast, though 
Keep it Rattpack, till the beat go 
You might not get the flow now, let it seek though 
Fans know my lyrics deeper than the sea floor 
But we dumb it down so they spin it on the radio 
Racism all up in 'em, that [bad word] is irrelevant 
My flow is colorblind, rapping for the [bad word] of it 
I don't give a [bad word]  my mind stays celibate [bad word] quick, tell a [bad word]  rap getting me hella rich 
Out the blue like elephants 
My flow is so elegant 
Death before dishonor 
Murder all rappers in front of they momma's 
I rip Artanis 
Decipher the word because it's ebonics 
Reverse the letters and it spells Sinatra 
Yes, I gotcha [bad word] it's Logic 

[Hook]