Breifcase Bob lyrics

[Intro: Kevin Randolph]
Y'all youngsters don't know nothin' about Logic
Back in my day, motherf*cker, he was that motherf*ckin' n*gga
It was Logic, Michael Jackson, Prince, James Brown
Logic be walkin' out on stage in a white blouse
With two tigers next to him and dolphins behind him
Just frolicking [?]

[Verse: Logic]
Ayo, I put the pen to the page
I’m writing this here backstage
I roll it up then I blaze
These lyrics enter pathways
They normally wouldn’t without the weed smoke
A middle finger to the whole world that’s the f*cking emote
Y’all be broke, shut the f*ck up and deep throat
Logic spitting fire then come back and watch you die of heat stroke
I’m in another dimension of ascension
Once I measure the dimensions of my room
Throw on the headset I’ll be back soon
‘Cause reality is just a deepfake, these n*ggas is fake deep
Playing [?], the retreat
Meanwhile, [?] sent me like 43 beats, I got ‘em all on repeat
Louis Vuitton on my feet, ‘cause I like nice sh*t and I’m a motherf*cking beast
You need and example, feed me the sample and watch me flip it
Go to your head like a whippet
What’s in the briefcase, Bob?
You don’t work a 9 to 5, you don’t work that kind of job
It’s vintage 80’s, Louis V case, MPD in the inside
We call that sh*t the beat case
I’m writing raps on paper, yeah that sh*t you can’t replace
Y’all make the same art over and over you retrace
I’ll erase you then replace with a better version
Emerging out of the cut like blood rushing from the wound
Playing Metal Gear Solid in the green room
[Outro: Kevin Randolph]