(Intro 0 Logic)
What up Bobby
This that 95 sh*t right here
Take em back to the 90s

(Verse 1 – Logic)
Okay, now take a trip inside my mind like you was off to Venice
It’s me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cooking like chemists
Take them back to way back when like Dennis, The Menace
Causing mayhem on the come up like a young apprentice
Smoking weed and getting higher then a flight attendant
Hip-hop descendant, gold Jesus on my pendant
Got to pull it out for everyone that’s in attendance
Okay, back in the day as a college park tenant
Still can’t believe I didn’t get a shorty pregnant
Man. that’s the definition of a life sentence
A whole lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce
Cause I couldn’t keep it in my briefs, man that’s pathetic
F**k all that back and forth, this ain’t a game of tennis
I’ll be in my mothaf**king chamber like the senate
Scared to go outside but I know I can’t prevent it
I’m, forever alone in my mind
See I’m a self diagnosed hypochondriac
Either at the crib, or on the tour bus is where you’ll find me at
Yeah, I know that I’m living like I got it okay, yeah
But I swear that I’m not that neurotic over here, yeah

Over here, over here
Over here, over here
Over here, over here
Over here, over here

(Verse 2 – Big Lenbo)
Ayo, f**k all that, it’s the fat young Jesus
Flow prestigious
Stacking money and playing the field man like Regis
Better believe us or leave us
Grabbing your bi**hes cleavage like, oo-ah
I went from surveying to Super Saiyan slaying the man
B**ches want an autograph, I sign them titties in crayon
Like goddamn
It’s me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O cooking like chemists
Posted in the club in baggy jeans and a beanie
Sipping on a martini, taking my pick at bi**hes like eenie meenie
I’m unscannable, young cannibal
Eat wack MCs like Hannibal
Cause Joe Pesci’s my spirit animal

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – Logic & Big Lenbo)
Okay the flow delicious, bounty hunting like Sid Vicious
The young spickle, interstellar with my retrieval
Furthest from evil, I throw this s**t back like medieval
I spit at it like a Baretta, you know I get better by giving the people
Not a f**k given, check the method, that’s how we living
Always been driven, out of sight and yet never hidden
The Return of the Jedi, bi**h I bet I do the show and catch a red eye
Ho I said I leave em dead, I know I do
This s**t is overduePass me the fifth and I’m coming through
The B-I-G-L-E-N-B-O on the way to Rio
Aye dios mio, looking for a Latin Leo
To hold a brother down like the white man
F**k that, ni**a
Ayo enough’s enough, man of my word, I never bluff
Even in a pair of cuffs know we always keep it real
Like goddamn, don’t even step like I ain’t the man
I’m just 301 repping, second I step in Maryland
I gotta conceal it like a murder weapon
I kept in the glove, Ratt Pack you know it’s all love
We the realest so f**k you if you ain’t feel thisap

Throw a Molotov in your crib and tell them b**ches to bill us
We the illest
Finger f**k a critic, s**t is darker than The Chronicles of Ridd*ck
Yes I did it, why they bit it? You know we got it
Smack you with the palm, save the back for your mom
Sound the alarm, you know we got it going on