ICONIC (Feat. Jaden Smith)

Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love, yeah! (Sinatra) [Chorus: Logic] Tell me what you know about real life Tell me what you know about dark nights Bitch, I'm Bruce Wayne in the game You just perpetrating from the side line What it feel like? (huh) Metaphor game too silly Punch lines way too silly Fuck a Milli', now I'm comin' for that William Hold up, wait a minute, think about it, that's a Billi' (woo!) [Verse 1: Logic] God damn, boy, you know I'm puttin' in the work I'ma get it, I got 'em and now they all hurt I'm a let 'em know, I never let 'em know They never seem to know that I am a master (at work) Bitch I'm all up in it come and get it You could never get rid of it Every bit of it in this motherfucker Like I'm in the middle of little Italy A lot of shit was never given to me That shit's a fallacy told by the enemy Tryna get ahead of me They dead to me, everybody dead to me Everybody know that Bobby will body anybody Like Gotti did Gambino, from Maryland to Reno We know Tarantino a killer But the Young Sinatra got you by the neck And the spirit the second they hear it They fear it as soon as they get near it Everybody revere it like [Chorus: Logic] Tell me-tell me-tell me what you know about real life, real life Tell me what you know about dark nights, dark nights Bitch, I'm Bruce Wayne in the game You just perpetrating from the side line What it feel like―feel like? Metaphor game too silly Punch lines way too silly Fuck a Milli', now I'm comin' for that William Hold up, wait a minute, think about it, that's a Billi' [Bridge: Logic] Everybody know that boy Sinatra, he the King now! Nobody want to step up in the ring now I sacrificed my twenties now that money ain't a thing now Now that money ain't a thing Everybody know that boy Sinatra, he the King now! Nobody want to step up in the ring now I sacrificed my twenties now that money ain't a thing now Now that money ain't a thing [Verse 2: Logic] Everybody talk about my race on socials (socials) Make the boy wanna go postal (postal) Since I went triple plat' I only identify as bi-coastal (coastal) I don't live life like most do (like most) Never did the shit I was supposed to Not a lotta shit you could say about me Yeah, my hairline faded but my bank account'll roast you (roast) [Chorus: Logic] Tell me―tell me―tell me what you know about real life, real life Tell me what you know about dark nights, dark nights Bitch, I'm Bruce Wayne in the game You just perpetrating from the side line What it feel like, feel like Metaphor game too silly Punch lines way too silly Fuck a Milli' now, I'm comin' for that William Hold up, wait a minute, think about it, that's a Billi' [Interlude: Jaden Smith] You already know what that is Young Sinatra, icons inspire icons Gold chains wrapped around my neck like pythons The drip way, yeah [Verse 3: Logic] Yeah! Greatest alive, I'm the greatest alive I'm the greatest at being me, ain't nobody seeing me So, check it like CMB, that's word to the DMV I'm straight from the basement, I made it like a villain, I'm hated Word to Jermaine, this shit just ain't been the same Never simple and plain like a bullet to the brain I'm blowing minds, yeah, I gotta kick shit with this rhyme Second I spit it, so divine that's word to your mom Sweeping these rappers up like it's a chore, who want more? I'll leave anybody two times four Dropping pounds in London like I lost weight My mindstate is like a freight when I rhyme Check the state of mind Yeah, my train of thought is never off the track When I drive it, so stop it I'm killin' 'em like a virus After they dead I'm still in 'em, who feelin' 'em, everybody now It's never nothin' like the first time, nothin' like your first rhyme Nothin' like getting that nut in for the first time That's the type of shit they never tell you now Bitches come and go, I know, I know, you can't fuck with this flow Bobby Tarantino, get the C note Oh yeah, there he go Tell me they love it, they want it, they need it I never been defeated, no, never given up Do what I do, how I do gotta live it up This shit right here on the real, I can't get enough God damn, uh, I'm the motherfuckin' man Went from gettin' close to the gang To sipping champagne on a plane Do what you love in life and never second guess it Even when haters protest it now You ever wonder what it means to You ever wonder what it, uh You ever wonder what it means to finally limit your dreams Then realize that everything, it just ain't what it seems? Uh, yeah, I thought I wanted to be the greatest alive Until I realized that being the greatest is just a lie Like the opening words in this verse That as soon as they disperse, make other rappers converse I'm glad to put in you a hearse, real talk―fuck rap I hate and I love it 'cause it's so negative Everybody selfish, nobody wanna give A helping hand to the next man, well, fuck you then Fuck your ethnicity, we all one 'Cause when my last album dropped, you know we all won Yeah, that shit went number one, so everybody won I said that shit went number one, so everybody won (yeah)