[ Featuring Logic ]
Check, check
Ooh, this shit tight
All you rappers suck
When it comes to top five, yeah, I hold a residency
Stay with currency, killin' 'em all like Tank Dempsey
When I grip the mic, I swear to God you don't wanna rhyme next
I stay with stories for days like
Alright, man, I'm sippin' too much scotch right now
We gotta do it again (oh, leave my shit talk in, though)
Alright, here we go, yo, ayo
When it comes to top five, yeah, I hold a residency
Stay with currency, killin' 'em all like Tank Dempsey
When I grip the mic, I swear to God, no, you don't wanna rhyme next
I stay with stories for days like a Manhattan complex
I'll leave you lost, B, Jesus Christ, don't ever cross me
Like Blue Shield, already retired, yeah, this a new field
Like Inuit Dome, I'm colder than an Inuit home
Outstanding in my field like a crop farmer
Crazy with the tongue like the Dalai Lama
Crazy with the tongue like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer
Mentality of an old-timer
Your bank account, that shit ain't got no comma
Like an English paper that the teacher failed
I stay on the track as shit derail
Music is my spouse, stay with a pocket of duck mouths
Me and all my homies gettin' pounds of bread, we call it croutons
I got enough in the trust fund for a few sons, ayo
Ayo, you softer than the epidermis of an inner thigh
Take anatomy and ask the teacher why
Never miss 'cause my chromosome Y
Greatest rapper alive, yeah, that's how I identify
Pass the weed, it's right here for all the musicians in need
Hip-hop is my house, I own the motherf*ckin' deed
Feel like Keanu in Speed, I just can't stop
This shit ain't pop, I lock it down like a b-boy
You know I destroy, load the clip and watch it deploy
Like WMD, the boy from MD
The only one that make it look as easy as ABC
The L-O-G-I-C out here with H-O-M-E-body
Dynamic duo like Doc and Marty
No DeLorean, the hip-hop historian
The rest of them is bori-an'
I'm Cory in this world that the boy meets
Big fish, little pond, that's the reason don't respond
When these koi speak, f*ck the beef
Spend your record-label advance on a chain when you should've fixed your teeth, good grief
It's peanuts
F*ckin' slut
