All Sinatra Everything lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah & Logic]
(Young Sinatra)
(-Play it, though) It's like this, man, n*ggas, man
n*ggas know not to f*ck around with this sh*t, though (Sinatra, shot ya, goddamn you)
I don't give a f*ck how nasty n*ggas get (Nah, son)
Let me tell these n*ggas somethin', God
I don't want n*ggas soundin' like me on no album
Keep it real, get your own sh*t, man, and be original
(Word up, you dig?) That's all, man (You'll be a better man)
And-and you gon'-you gon' come out on your own way (Yeah)
Whatever how you gon' take it (Yeah), man, f*ck it (Word up) Rat Pack n*ggas

[Verse 1: Logic]
Ayo, I force MCs to bleed, retreat and recede
That's the Young Sinatra creed, killin' a track with incredible speed
And doin' it like it's nothin', no bluffin', gotta kill it everyday though
Slice MCs like Kato, got your head spinnin' like dreidel
Assassinate 'em so fatal, grip the heat and then tell ya to freeze
Gettin' cheddar at negative thirty degrees
I'm talkin' mula, money, euro, dollars, that yen
Blow it, then spend it again, I'm livin' the life until the end Rat Pack n*ggas
Can't comprehend what I got goin'
Never knowin' when Logic flowin' 'cause I'm creepin'
Like ether the way that I seep in
Swimmin' in women like the deep end
Chillin' with shorties that smoke reefer and blow like Aretha, uh, now
Sinatra said the best revenge is massive success
I guess that's women and multiple digits in excess
Your family broke bread, but my family's bread was soggy
'Til my brothers broke bricks like Mr. Miyagi
Now what the f*ck
[Chorus: Logic]
Bring it on if you think you can hang
I'm out for dead f*ckin' presidents to represent me
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not, then let me do my thing (Rat Pack n*ggas)
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not, then let me do my thing (Rat Pack n*ggas)
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not, then let me do my thing (You are watching a master at work)
(Yeah) Yeah, bring it on if you think—
Yeah, uh, yeah (Logic), yeah

[Verse 2: Logic]
All of a sudden, I feel the inner killer emergin'
Never splurgin', bingin' money and never purgin'
Urgin' women to f*ck on the rug 'cause it's imported Persian
Then bypass matters of the heart like a surgeon now
It's hard to ball when there's problems within the inner circle
One moment they cool as Stefan, then flip it like Urkel
Or flip it like keys, yeah, they flip it like ki's
From drug lords overseas that export it with ease
b*tch, please, we stack cheese so old, it's mold
I'm 'bout that money, so excuse me if my heart is cold
The magnum deployed, then I destroy mattresses
Late night love affairs with New York City actresses (Rat Pack n*ggas), I
Broke in the game and destroyed the first couple stages
Visionary takin' over regardless of our ages
Makin' history today to solidify in the pages of tomorrow
The industry is f*cked, nothin' but sorrow, but I'm
Playin' for keeps, in other words, no need to borrow
So you can keep your advances, wack hooks, and pop dances
Don't get me wrong, I'm all about the mainstream
As long as I sign the deal I want and have the same team
And now they trippin' like a flight to Vegas
Tellin' me that I'll never make it and this sh*t is outrageous
Now what the f*ck
[Chorus: Logic]
Bring it on if you think you can hang
I'm out for dead f*ckin' presidents to represent me
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not, then let me do my thing (Rat Pack n*ggas)
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not, then let me do my thing (Rat Pack n*ggas)
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not, then let me do my thing (You are watching a master at work)
Yeah, bring it on if you think—
Yeah, motherf*cker (Logic)

[Verse 3: Logic]
Therefore you're never mourn like a memory repressed
MCs digest quicker than bullets shot from a gat with the barrel suppressed
One to the dome, two to the chest
If by chance they got a vest, however nevertheless
I'm lookin' for that real deal, sh*t that make me feel
Pleasure and pain, ain't no way to measure the game
I got haters in fifty-seven languages
Watch me vanquish this, the come up
Bust quicker than .357 caliber
Sharp as Excalibur, crushin' motherf*ckers like Gallagher now
Time is money, somethin' you can never recoup
So stop wastin' mine, hit rewind, and then f*ckin' regroup
Never messed with them chicken heads but catch me in the coupé (Rat Pack n*ggas)
Never in public 'cause I'm a studio fiend
Rockin' diamonds and gettin' money, we call that ice cream now
Allow me to give you the scoop, sh*t, I'll make it a double
I came up around more rocks than Barney Rubble
Murderers and drug dealers, I knew it, no rebuttal
Ain't no need to claim it, picked up the heat but never aimed it now
Jay gave us The Blueprint, I laid the foundation
Tell ya what I'm facin', bars like incarceration
'Cause my mind is always racin', ain't no time for vacations
I'm never pacin', unless I'm on the phone talkin' business
Get wit' this, best witness like Christmas, I'm f*ckin' rappin'
Walk in the spot and all these haters go for the dap and
I never carried 'em, kill 'em with kindness, then bury 'em, yeah
I was born with talent, God gave me the gift
And now I pull more strings than guitar riffs
What the f*ck
[Chorus: Logic]
Bring it on if you think you can hang
I'm out for dead f*ckin' presidents to represent me
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not, then let me do my thing (Rat Pack n*ggas)
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not, then let me do my thing (Rat Pack n*ggas)
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not, then let me do my thing (You are watching a master at work)
Yeah, bring it on if you think—
(Now that's all Sinatra everything)

[Outro: Logic]
Sinatra
Rat Pack n*ggas
Young Sinatra
East Coast flow at its finest