See You Space Cowboy... - Logic

Yeah, yeah, uh

Grammy nominated, never won it though

Don’t need it but deep down I want it though

Bank account still at a hunnid though

My bank account still at a hunnid

Aye, but that don’t mean shit

That don’t mean that I’m shit

It’s just me and my clique and we bombin' this shit

Ain’t no drama and shit, now I’m throwin' a fit

Watch me throw on a fit and get lit like I’m Evel Knievel

Just me and my people, we call this a sequel

To Under Pressure, ain’t no need to measure

Who the best, fuck around, know who the best

Who give a shit?

I just spit about things that I know and I love

R-A-double-T, I put nothing above

Like that thing in the glove

From Maryland to L.A., I’m a motherfucking boss with the bars

And I’m down for the cause

Who down for the cause?

Take a step back, hold it down for the

Put the city on the map

Put the city on my back

Let 'em know you’re never ever comin' back

Don’t be scared to murk 'em all

Hurt 'em all

Watch 'em all get a fall

Watch 'em all get a fall

When you grow up in the hood without a male role model

And your mama turn to the bottle

Give a damn about status

Who the baddest?

I just wanna be the raddest dad as I can be

This shit is systemic inside of us, B

The media lie to us, B

Tell us that we can be whoever we want to be

And then when we try, what they tell us?

(What they tell us?)

What they tell us?

To live more realistically

Ay, fuck that, get the fuck back, fuck rap and all that noise

Growin' up how I grew up, I really never had a choice

Had killers and murders in my house and they was all of my boys

But deep down I always knew better, knew that shit I need to avoid

Yo, ay yo

I gotta lot on my mind

Got a lotta work ahead of me

I’m tryin' to maintain balance of my time

Never one to let it bottle up like everything fine

That’s how you go crazy and end up in the pond

I’ve been talkin' up my therapist

Rhymes I been writin' so hot you would think it was in Arabic

Flow bomb like a terrorist, never careless

I got soul like Parrish

Yeah, from Tokyo to Paris

My bitch bad, stay with money like a Heiress

Time with my wife and my son, what I cherish

Just try to relax ya mind

Just try to relax ya mind

Just try to relax ya mind

Just try to relax ya mind