Y′all youngsters don't know nothing about Logic

Back in my day, motherfucker, he was that motherfucking nigga

It was Logic, Michael Jackson, Prince, James Brown

Logic be walking out on stage in a white blouse

With two tigers next to him and dolphins behind him

Overnight, we ain′t make it overnight

I had plenty sober nights, why you think I sip at night?

O- o- Over- vernight, we ain't make it overnight

I had plenty sober nights, why you think I sip at night?

Watch the Bic ignite, open up, bitch, I'm loaded up

Loaded up, what the fuck? Always in the cut, eyes never shut

Let the pen bleed, fuck the feed, hoping they all remember me

Enemies, we all got them, only ones that are from the bottom

Who I love, place no one above, none above

If you was there when I was starving, you can pull up to grub

Over- overnight, we ain′t make it overnight

I had plenty sober nights, why you think I sip at night?

Watch the Bic ignite, this life is not enough

You′ve really made it tough

This life is not enough, you've really made it tough

Can′t say that I ain't never had doubts

I remember them days, it was trapped out

I remember them days, no place to stay

Fast forward, the crib got a back house

I remember them girls that went back out

Fast forward, I′m blowing they back out

Fast forward, I'm throwing these racks out

′Cause I know that I'm a get it back now, uh

From the cage to the stage

They don't know the songs, can tell by the way that they rage, uh

I′m faced by the shade they throwing

I′m knowing that no one can block the rays, uh

Through all of the years

The growing kept going, like, how are you not amazed?

Uh, through all of the years

Being broke as fuck, we finally got a break

Castro, Lenny, and Bobby, the energy godly

They loving the crew like it was the motley

6ix on the beat like he switch with Tommy

Over Overnight, we ain't make it overnight

I had plenty sober nights, why you think I sip at night?

Watch the Bic ignite, this life is not enough

You′ve really made it tough

This life is not enough, you've really made it tough (uh)

Went from being around the block, bitch, to traveling the planet

Took the treasure with the tragic, up and down, it′s mathematics

Matthew C.P., never knew that we were makin' history

Just did it for the love, the future′s such a mystery

Real all the time, be real to the grind

Never knew we'd make it through them dark days and shine, ha

Takin' it in, raking it in, money, we makin′ again

Paying the rent, now allow me to vent, now allow me to vent

Now allow me to light this straight, but shit can get so bad

Like time and space, feelin′ interstellar, feelin' high as a propeller

Like I′m in a novella, like I am in a screen

I'm ready to scream, feel like I′m in between this world

And the next, it's so complex

I′m talking about virtual space

I know my lyrics is all over the place

I'm writing my raps in a different way

From back in the day, not

Overnight, we ain't make it overnight

I had plenty sober nights, why you think I sip at night?

O-o-over overnight, we ain′t make it overnight

I had plenty sober nights, why you think I sip at night?

Watch the Bic ignite, open up, bitch, I′m loaded up

Loaded up, what the fuck? Always in the cut, eyes never shut

Let the pen bleed, fuck the feed, hoping they all remember me

Enemies, we all got them, only ones that are from the bottom

Who I love, place no one above, none above

If you was there when I was starving, you can pull up to grub

Damn, it's cold as shit

Where are we going in from?

Boss said he′d let us in through this door

Well, where is he?

He knows we're here, so he should come out any second

You boys ready?

Hell, yeah

(What′s up, fellas, how y'all doin′?)

Hey, Boss, man, how you doin'?

(What up, Boss? Hey, yo, what up, Boss?)

(Alright, GRVTY's got the camera set up)

(And everybody′s good to go, y′all ready?)

Man, hell, yeah

(Alright, the stage is literally to the right of this door)

(So I'll go in and announce you, here′s your mic)

Thanks a lot, bro

(Ayy, you alright, bro?)

Yeah, nah, I'm just, I′m just nervous, and still a little high

But I'm fuckin′ hyped, man, this is gonna be crazy

(Alright, it's go time, baby, let's do this)

Yo, Logic, you got this shit, kill that shit

Yo, it′s fuckin′ cracking in here

Man, that bitch is bad as shit

(Alright, y'all, the moment is finally here)

(They call me DJBossPlayer)

(If you came out here to turn up)

(Make some motherfucking noise right now)

(So, now, without further ado)

(I want y′all to make some motherfucking noise)

(For the spitter from Gaithersburg, Maryland)

(Make some noise for my boy, Logic)