Smoking in London while the snow fall

In another country so pardon me for the roll call

D**n who would've thought the fan base was this immense

On the first f**king plane to Paris so pardon my french

Shows sold out fans in line even though it's cold out

Yeah touring Europe getting swiss cheese

Many said I'd never attain it now I'm like b***h please what up

Allow me to open up the verse with something so diverse

Now let the flow immerse hold up watch it disperse

Visions of Biggie Big L and 2Pac just looking at me

From the gates of Heaven while the police booking at me

Open your mental while b***hes give me brain with no dental

Y'all probably think I'm crazy for touching this instrumental

Shout out my cousin Ego he know this s**t's sentimental

Been doing this s**t for my dogs holding down the kennel

My ex hit me talkin bout she wanna make up

But on the real I got no time for cover girls

Music is my main b***h no time for other girls

I'm finna blow like Hiroshima my demeanor get meaner

Watch me elevate to arenas

Me without the mic that's like

Martin without the Gina Venus without Serena

Now these thirsty b***hes on the d**k we call that Aquafina

I used to bus tables until them tables turned

And everything I have obtained is everything I've earned

And everything I rap about is everything I've learned

So hopefully the listener can position a situation where they don't get burned

And they can learn from my mistakes like I've learned from the greats

To do whatever it takes for Heaven's sakes open your mind

This s**t's one of a kind elegant and refined irrelevant to the swine

What's the deal

Whipping through LA in the coupe de Ville on the real

To various people I do appeal because of skill

So this the type of s**t I'm gon keep making

That make MCs break fast like flapjacks and bacon

Rest in peace to BIG and many other fallen soldiers

Never Hollywood I'm grounded like a cup of Folgers b***h I told ya

Allow me to open up your mind and mold ya

Indulge ya within this s**t I call the second Renascence

The system broke and they sent Logic in for maintenance

All you wack rappers couldn't break change to make sense

I'm back again with another argument about how much I'm black again

Fighting for credibility from the lack of blacker skin

It's kind of funny how your pigment determines how people perceive you

That's ignant

Ain't seen my mommy in a minute

Cause growing up she called me a n***a

That would never amount to nothing

Racism from my own momma left home because of drama

But I can make it in the rap game look at Obama

You ain't been in my shoes you don't know my story

You don't know what's in store but b***h I stocked the inventory

F**k a critic with the balls to try to tell me how I feel

You wasn't with me as a child

Never once did you feel the pain of my stomach

That manifested from the lack of meals

Headed to the soup kitchen on foot by the lack of wheels

We aim to keep it real

And hell no we ain't never missing

Came a long way from eating when government gave permission

If you think these lyrics ain't deep you too stupid to listen

Just an outkast with a mission to spit to whoever listen

B***h it's Logic