[Producer Tag]
Finny Music

[Intro: Choir]
And I know the sun will rise with me (huh!)
And I know the sun will rise with me (huh!)
And I know the sun will rise with me (huh!)
And I know the sun will rise with me

[Intro: Fabolous; (Rick Ross)]
FUCK
Say death comes in threes, right?
First, this n***a died
Then that n***a died
And then, yo' n***a died
That's three n***as died

(All we wanted was an opportunity)
It's crazy

(JUST BLAZE!)
LORD KNOWS!
(LORD KNOWS!)

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Your worst nightmare be this verse right here
But good, that's what you n***as get for sleeping on me
I put your favorite rapper in that hearse right there
And I bet his weeping homies won't do shit but call them peoples on me
Hard to keep it real when everybody keep it phony
I'mma keep it Sosa while these n***as keep it Tony
You gotta watch the picture that you painting with your verses
We go in n***as' mouths, I don't know bout bitches' purses
And what's up with this, "I'm just sayin'" shit?
Fuck asked you? You shouldn't be saying shit
Problem is, assholes always saying shit
But money talks -- you ain't got it, then you shouldn't be saying shit
Like Plaxi-ho, oops, I mean Plaxico
Talking 'bout we get 'em robbed -- shut the fuck up, Cheddar Bob
You know the story, n***a come home, set it sob
Gonna be a hater cause he can't find a better job
N***a at home, feeling like he out of town
N***a on the field, feeling like he out of bounds
Welcome to my city, emphasis on my city
That just my opinion, but who really fucking with me, huh?
[Interlude]
(and another soul will rise with me)
(and I know the sun will rise again)
I miss my daughter
I just wanna be heard
I got these n***as though, bro
ACK!

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Sick and tired of being sick and tired
Muthafuck them other n***as be the state of mind
Got them haters on the job like it’s a 9 to 5
Getting money, mind ya business and stay out of mine
50 thousands for this rolly homie
I die tonight just bring my jewelry to the ceremony
Lord knows I be shittin’ on ‘em
Hottest n***a since that weather out in Arizona
Sleeping on me hope you choke and fall into a coma
Smell the frangrance know the money be the new aroma
I’m just spazzing out, denims carry large amounts
Got them bitches throwin’ pussy what the asses out
True story, new glory
Money stacking taller than a two story
Real n***as countin money, never gets boring
Last year I made a million of the state touring
Fuck boys, know what you talking bout
I run my own team, ain't no room for mascots
[Verse 3: Drake]
It's your worst nightmare, it's my first night here
And this girl right here, who knows what she knows?
So I'm going through her phone if she go to the bathroom
And her purse right there, I don't trust these hoes at all
But that's just the result of me paying attention
To all these women that think like men with the same intentions
Talking strippers and models that try to gain attention
Even a couple pornstars that I'm ashamed to mention
But Weezy and Stunna my only role models
Haffa and Jordan my only role models
That's why I walk around with all this gold on
And every time I run into these n***as, they want no problems
Bottom sixes and chains, and some bracelets and rings
All of the little accents that make me a king
I never hear the disses they try and point out to me
But it's whatever if somebody won't make it a thing
I'm more concerned with n***as thinkin' 'bout Christmas in August
Do anything to buy gifts for they daughters
Get some shake, a brick in the press
And chef it like Mrs. Fields; they're making the cookie stretch
I know it so well, I know the hustle so well
Stunt like I'm working overnighters right by the motel
Drug money outfit, record clean
Spend it all on me and my fuckin' team
Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real (woo!)
Places they say they've been, we actually going for real (woo!)
I'm really killin' shit, fuck all the jiggy rapping (woo!)
I'm going trigger happy just to see my n***as happy (woo!)
Mixtape legend, underground kings
Lookin' for the right way to do the wrong things (huh!)
With my new bitch that's living in Palm Springs
Young ass n***a, lifelong dreams
[Verse 4: Eminem]
Now I don't wanna hit no woman, but this chick's got it comin'
Someone better get this bitch 'fore she gets kicked in the stomach
And she's pregnant, but she's eggin' me on
Beggin' me to throw her off the steps on this porch
My only weapon is force
And I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort
But what's she shovin' me for? Doesn't she love me no more?
Wasn't she huggin' me four minutes ago at the door?
Man, I'm this close to goin' toe-to-toe with this whore
What would you do if she was tellin' you she wants a divorce
She's havin' another baby in a month and it's yours
And you found it isn't, ‘cause this bitch has been visitin'
Someone else and suckin' his dick and
Kissin' you on the lips when you get back to Michigan
Now the plot is thickenin' worse
‘Cause you feel like you've been stickin' your fuckin' dick in a hearse
So you're paranoid at every little cold that you get
Ever since they told you this shit, you've been holdin' your dick
So you go to the clinic, sweatin' every minute you're in it
Then the doctor comes out, lookin' like Dennis the Menace
And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's AIDS
He ain't even gotta to call in you the office to say it
So you jet back home, ‘cause you gon' get that ho
When you see her, you gonna bend her fuckin' neck back, yo
‘Cause you love her, you never woulda expect that blow
Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low?
Jesus, I don't believe this bitch works at the cleaner's
Bringin' me home diseases, swingin' from Obie's penis
She's so deceivin', shit, this ho's a genius, she geed us

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Huh! You know I love this
YOLO, you only live once
I'm going so hard my n***a, I swear homie
Every day is another opportunity to reach that goal
(M-M-Maybach Music)

[Verse 5: Rick Ross]
I fell in love with the pen, started fucking the ink
The hustle's an art, I painted what I would think
Still allergic to broke, prescription straight to the paper
Destined for greatness, but got a place in Jamaica
Villa on the water with the wonderful views
Only fat n***a in the sauna with Jews
Went and got a yacht, I'm talkin' Carnival cruise
And these n***as talking like hoes, they mad they not in my shoes
It's the red bottom boss, came to buy the bar
Every bi-week, shit, I'm bound to buy a car
Murder-cedes Benz or that bubble double R
Headlights flicking, looking like a falling star
Everyday them hammers bang, whipping yay like Anna Mae
I run the game but the ladies think I'm running game
Mink coats make your woman wanna fornicate
Rozay and Drake, I'm getting cake, nothing short of great

[Interlude: Samples]
"Logic"
"You are watching a master at work"
"You have interfered with our affairs for the last time"

[Verse 6: Logic]
Many men wish to acquire fame for the wrong reasons
Fans telling me never change, but it's hard to fight the seasons
They hear me on the radio and now they yelling "Treason"
'Cause Logic givin' 'em mainstream verses like Ephesians
But I never sacrificed my lyrics or my flow
There's a time and place for everything, so what the fuck you yelling for?
The fame hit me quicker than previously determined
RattPack, real all the time, fuck a vermin
Motivated by money, sex, drugs and violence
'Cause the era that we living in was built up on defiance
What we need is alliance, but y'all don't really hear me though
So, hip-hop's a chariot and Logic's finna carry it
Stallion, coming for their necks like a medallion
Straight out of Sierra Leone
Motherfuckers it's on, I'm under your skin like cortisone
Ninty-nine percent of these motherfuckers is bullshit
But I'm on that Bull shit: Michael Jordan
Cutting records after the show in my hotel while I'm touring
Yeah, and I ain't even twenty-three
But my bank account can vouch, I'm ballin' like an M.V.P
Yes, it's me, L.O.G.I.C, I'm repping M.D
Now what the fuck is a vacation? I see no satisfaction
I work twelve hours a day every day with no distraction
Seven days a week, and twelve hours, that's a lazy day
Going seventy-four hours with no sleep, call that a crazy day
"As you can see, my Jedi powers are far beyond yours"
This is Manhunt, and I ain't stopping till y'all apprehended
Many years I have attended and finally been commended
For keeping it real, so finger fuck whoever I've offended
Now pull out the MAC and watch them freeze like PC's
I'm Celsius, never graduated, so fuck degrees
I educate 'em with ease, however listener please
Don't knock that last line, school it just wasn't for me
We all different and I'm here to make a killing
So say hello to the villain, 'cause in this day that we livin' in
The nice guys finish last
I'm blowing up, guess you could say I'm having a blast

[Outro: Samples]
"Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you"
"You are watching a master at work"
"Is this what you want?"