Bitch, I did it, I made it,
I'm loved and I'm hated
I started from the bottom,
now my neighborhood is gated
They say, "Drink to your
accomplishments," so
every night I'm faded
Feel like every other day,
me and somebody new related
You're my sister, cousin, brother
from the other side?
(The other side)
Well, I don't know who
told you that
(My mama)
Well, she f king lied
Ayy, wake up, wake up, get your cake up
Cut it up like it's cocaine, shake up
All the streets with all these beats
I body beats, I'm not
discreet (Per Per Perfect)
This is how I feel on the inside
All you non talent rappin'
motherf kers better run and hide
You worthless, you have no
purpose, f kin' imposter
You gots to get it through your head
You won't ever get no handout
F kin' with your ass, it'd be like
throwing a band out (Per Per Perfect)
My flow increased, my dough increased
You know I leave them all deceased
I am a f king beast, I'm from the East
I keep the peace, don't need a piece
But I keep a piece, got it capiche?
That boy gon' eat, this is a feast
Once I release, I'm smokin' trees
I bought my shit,
I don't need no lease
So f k you up like Master P (Perfect)
This s t right here a masterpiece,
I'm comin' in hot like the police
Shooting my shot like the police
All on the block like the
policemen, who gon' (stop, stop)
The police from leaving bodies
in the motherf kin streets
man? (Fire Per Per Perfect)
Logic cites Nujabes, MF Doom, RZA,
and Kanye West as key inspiration
behind his production style
