Bitch, I did it, I made it, I’m loved and I’m hatedI started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gatedThey say, “Drink to your accomplishments,” so every night I’m fadedFeel like every other day, me and somebody new relatedYou’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 fucking liedAyy, wake up, wake up, get your cake upCut it up like it’s cocaine, shake upAll the streets with all these beatsI body beats, I’m not discreet (Per-Per-Perfect)This is how I feel on the insideAll you non-talent rappin’ motherfuckers better run and hideYou worthless, you have no purpose, fuckin’ imposterYou gots to get it through your head
You won’t ever get no handoutFuckin’ with your ass, it’d be like throwing a band out (Per-Per-Perfect)My flow increased, my dough increasedYou know I leave them all deceasedI am a fucking beast, I’m from the EastI keep the peace, don’t need a pieceBut I keep a piece, got it capiche?That boy gon’ eat, this is a feastOnce I release, I’m smokin’ treesI bought my shit, I don’t need no leaseSo fuck you up like Master P (Perfect)This shit right here a masterpiece, I’m comin’ in hot like the policeShooting my shot like the policeAll on the block like the policemen, who gon’ (stop, stop)The police from leaving bodies in the motherfuckin streets man? (Fire Per-Per-Perfect)Logic cites Nujabes, MF Doom, RZA, and Kanye West as key inspiration behind his production style