[Verse 2: Logic] I keep my ego in check, just me and this instrumental pumpin' through this cassette deck Money don't represent my rank Yeah, Logic rose from jack but even the Titanic sank I seen cats with egos bigger than cruise ships lose it Gain power and abuse it Same to take my kindness for weakness and confuse it Same type don't know I stay with a gat and know how to use it Used to be addicted to likes by the likes of people I ain't even liked Anxiety, readin' comments ain't have me readin' right Trapped in the Matrix, Black Neo, back to the basics Now everything I do is off the grid, they just can't trace it Face it, I used to love rap, now all I love is my family, fuck the fake shit Only engulfed in darkness, can you see the light like common sense? But to my defense, that way of thinkin' past tense Life's a bitch and shit can get screwed like when you campin', that's fuckin' intense On tour the fans screamin' the West like cravin' You know I deal with shit that'll make the average man's chest cave in On the scene daily, this just in, word to Hailey I write about the world around me like a journalist It's funny how people that don't listen to me concerned with this It's 'cause they have to be, these motherfuckers weaker than muscle atrophy This life feels like a simulation, man, it has to be Walked through the world, the whole shit is just one giant catastrophe Speak on mental health, the people laughed at me, that's why I tapped out Retired 'cause I felt rapped out Feel like people more connected with shit that's not what rap's about, so I mapped out Just me and my fam, I don't give a damn Livin' day to day, just like the normal man I am Bringin' it back to the reason I began it from the start Spillin' syllables at will at the open mic, after dark Hangin' with cats that stay with the iron like they Tony Stark We recognize when the phonies talk, why? Real G's fly in silence like gnats, G7 raps Retired now I'm back, I relapsed, we bringin' that heat back Like July, that real shit, no two-ply Bitches I've been plottin' and plannin', fuck whatever they been demandin' I grab the cannon, and ran in the lyrical phantom, jumpin' out the plane tandem Flow so effortless it seems like it happens at random My green expand bigger, I Bruce Banner 'em I hit you with the buckshot then the Chapelle slug Hustle music like some of my brothers still hustle drugs I'm the unsung, did it for money, made the money, now I do it for fun Music will forever be a part of me I do this from the heart, from the circumflex artery My bank account is seven digits like I won the lottery But that don't navigate the way I shape the game like pottery So hold up, grab the gat, reload, the Rattpack be my soldiers Yeah, I'm older but I be wiser Fucking around, and now open your eyes up Now these haters claim I fell from grace a couple years back Still at the top, where I been at Eight miles from the surface of Earth, feelin' infinite Don't gotta get into that Who's the illest on a track? Rewind it now and listen back Wanna know who the best is? I give you forty-four guesses It doesn't matter and it never did, it never does, it never will That's why I retired, it's impossible to fulfill Just a hamster wheel, full of cats that never sit still On it, for real (Woo, crazy!)