Yeah, ayy

I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ayy
I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ayy, yeah
But today is my day, it's my day
And no matter what they say, it's my day
La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah, yeah

Roll up to the spot, feelin' real good
Think you gon' talk shit, you better not, my homies real hood
They say: Logic, why you do that? I don't know, I don't know
Yeah, they used to be like: Who that? I don't know, I don't know
Now they know my name wherever I go
Used to think that's what I wanted, but now, just don't know
No, I can't fuck with that, nook if you buckin' back
Yeah, I been workin' but I ain't get nothin' back
Tell me the dealy now, hold up, wait, really now
All of that shit you been talkin' just silly now

Just as quick as you rise
Just as quick as you could fall
Oh, no no no, I can't fuck with that at all
Can't fuck with that at all

I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ayy
I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ayy, yeah
But today is my day, it's my day
And no matter what they say, it's my day
La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah

All, all she ever wanted was attention
And a bunch of other shit I shouldn't mention
'Cause she got daddy issues for days, for days and days
But today, she ain't got shit to do, her right along with you
So we gon' fuck around and vibe and vibe and vibe and vibe
I'm tryna live my life, but am I doing it right?
Hey, I'm tryna live my life, but am I doing it right?
'Cause they tell me I'm the man

Goddamn, yeah, listen
I'm visualizing the realism of my life in actuality
Step to me fatality yeah that shit is my galaxy
I'm who the baddest be
I rather be at the academy
Yeah killers I'm glad to be me
Magnify the shit like bi focal
Motherfuckers talk on the internet
But in person they never vocal
Come to the hood and fuck you up if you prefer to be local
I'm loco from noho to soho gettin' cheese like a photo
You know hoe I'm
Blessed like sunday flyer than a runway
Lil Bobby never second guessed he'd make it one day one
Whether you or not you my brother word to my mother
They should give me a badge 'cause I'm always under covers
Goddamn I'm a miraculous man
You know I get, I get, I get, I get the young Sinatra spit it
Rewind it and rip it
I can murder your whole album with a thirty second snipped
Pass the Mary Jane
Like I'm runnin' the train with Peter Parker
On tour I have more sex in the city than Sarah Jessica Parker
The deeper and deeper I go it get darker
They say they want the old me
They want the young Sinatra back
The one that murder it rip it up no no never given up rhyming almanac
Yeah I'm all of that fall back
Like September again bashing these rappers so hard
They won't remember again when it comes to hip-hop
Bitch I'm indigenous to this it's apparent
I'm barreling down like a parent
When the beef is at stake I'm mastros
My god level lyricism surpass flows
I'm much more than fast flows
Money talks cash knows
Greatest ever I surpass those

Fuck that rap shit it's that trap shit (Bobby)
This world is my contraption (Bobby)
I was born and raise in the trap son (Bobby)
Talk shit get kidnapped son (Bobby)
I don't really know why I rap son ayy

'Cause they tell me I'm the man

You the man right now, you the man right now
With the whole wide world in the palm of your hand right now
Fuck the lights and the cameras and the money and the fame
I'ma do it for the fam right now
I'ma get it for the 301 and the R-A-double T-P-A-C 'cause you know

I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ayy
I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ayy, yeah
But today is my day, it's my day
And no matter what they say, it's my day
La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah, yeah