(Logic) (Logic) (Y-y-y-yeah) What's the problem, nigga? What's the problem, nigga? 'Cause we both got the same 24 hours, nigga What's the problem, nigga? What's the problem, nigga? Eat by yo' self, you must wanna get devoured, nigga And while you get down on yo' nigga, you ain't have to stay up late and sit out on them niggas You didn't have to park the whip to get out on them niggas Nowadays that back door open tryna get out on a nigga It's a hit out on a nigga Shots go off, make you have to get out on yo' nigga You don't want this smoke, you better sit it out on this one I'm movin' how I'm 'posed to move, I'm stayin' out the way These niggas gon' break all the rules, so I don't wanna play Pull a uncle Ice, they tryna kidnap yo' lil' daughter Know how they got the lo', they put a tracker on yo' charger The streets gettin' dumb, so you gotta be smarter Gotta ride behind that tint and keep them clippers like a barber What's the problem, nigga? What's the problem, nigga? Why you hatin' if a nigga goin' harder than you? What's the problem, nigga? What's the problem, nigga? They got they eye on yo' food 'cause they starvin', nigga What's the problem, nigga? What's the problem, nigga? 'Cause we both got the same 24 hours, nigga What's the problem, nigga? What's the problem, nigga? Eat by yo' self, you must wanna get devoured, nigga Bitch, I'm bringin' the realest in It's a killin' of record, no Guinness When I said it, I meant it If hip-hop's a family tree, I'm the illest descendant Familiar with the bars like a defender, I hope you never attempt it Tory [?] with the mic, it's fight or flight, or push yo' whole set back Rap bee-bop, bitch, I'm jet black Life, tried to take mine young, just to get back Only setback, I ain't get a billi' yet Fuck a million, bitch, I'm one of William What you think Bill short for? The four-door, Logic and Juicy J on this album, hotter than Mordor Back in the day, I rode the bus in the way back Now I'm in the back of the Maybach And I lay flat, like, take that Bumpin' James Brown, payback Niggas that hate on Logic, deep down know that they wack Smokin' zushi at Nobu, I always stay with a pack My table turned by turnin' my tables like a track I know a couple dealers, got keys like A-Flat (Sippin on some [?]) Hey, feel like my mind on the edge almost every day Came from the bottom, I done made it out to get paid Feel like my mind on the edge almost every day-ay I know that someone gon' feel me today Feel like my mind on the edge almost every day I came from nothin', from nothin', I'm tryna get paid Tell me what you know about havin' a vision, but the world always wanna doubt Bitch-made motherfucker's only want the clout They don't know 'bout what it takes, they don't know 'bout the mistakes I do this for the greats till the day I see the gates Goddamn, I'm feelin' great Money in the safe, pull up in the Wraith, oh, yeah Uh, yeah Uh, yeah (Sippin on some [?])