Logic - War Vet lyrics

rate me

Yeah fast cars with iPods in em

Young Sinatra what they blastin' like a berretta

V for Vendetta bitches sit and play to get wetter

haters talking shit but then they study every letter

I'm the first draft pick with the last laugh bitch

see I'm angry on the track but I deserve to be

'cause all these rappers with no talent wanna murder me

people talking shit ain't even heard of me

I went from park benches at night

to first class flights

that's what you call takin' shit to new heights

put the 750 in reverse like Benjamin Button

we've been doing it for years and they down all of a sudden

Bobbysoxer doin' 120 in the Corvette

Watch ya boy blow up in front of ya eyes, war vet

give the fans nothin' but fire now they want more of it

err'body want my album it ain't in the stores yet

I keep it real all the time like my crew

when I rhyme just a killer in its prime

with that predator state of mind, I'm set to detonate

stack my bread and watch the paper escalate

don't test my faith Logic finna blow like Mary Kate

I play my role like Shakespeare

RATTpack ain't no fake shit I

conceal my talent like a .357

ever since I was 11 I've been a G

chillin' on the low key incognito

manipulate the steel like Magneto

smackin' suckers like mosquitoes

dispersin' verses like a kilo

I'm Michael the king, you fuckers is Tito

Versace frames with the green shades I only see dope

Ballin' like a free throw

you know my stilo, I once was a prince with the vision of a king

now I run the whole thing not defined by the bling

exterminate the fakes like crooked Jakes, killin' for high stakes

guarantee is my fate to be remembered as one of the greats

no matter what it takes boy I'ma give it my all

like Jordan when he ball never stumble never fall

lyrical medicine repeat the formula until I get it like Edison

now step into my mind as I calculate lyrics like Einsten

the way he manipulated the numbers I manipulate the rhymes like

E = MC squared, nah

E = eater of MCs, beware

Now watch me shine in the darkness like a flare

Married the game, I'm the heir the throne you been watchin'

Bobbysoxer doin' 120 in the Corvette

Watch ya boy blow in front of ya eyes, war vet

Give the fans nothin' but fire now they want more of it

Err'body want my album it ain't in the stores yet

Walking the room and now they staring at a brother like what up?

what's the next move should I improve on some shit

that I never gave to fuck about before

like relationships and love 'cause all I do is flow

see I'm a selfish muhfucker

I already know

don't try to tell me what I'm not bitch I'll conquer the globe

I sacrifice my own childhood just to explode

I want more of this than what's under Mila Kunis' robe

Meanwhile daddy's litter girl, asking for more money

But little did he know that the bread was for blow money

What's in store for me, sold out shows and hoes for me

I can't fade, this is the reason I was made

To follow my dreams and manipulate these rhyme schemes like a genius

spittin' the meanest

I'd have seen this a child 10,000 people in the crowd

reppin' the RATTpack watch 'em all go wild

Slicin' MCs like Vader motherfucker, RATTpack you already know what it is

Visionary Music Group

V's up all day, yeah, yeah

Thanks to Michael for correcting these lyrics