Man Of The Year

I wonder what it feel like

To do that shit in real life

And now I know I got it

That's the reason No I.D. has signed me on the dotted

But it's still Visionary till the death of me

Yeah, I'm trynna make it but I gotta find the recipe

Greatest of all time, I want the world addressing me

At the hotel, these beautiful girls undressing me

I'm trynna stay focused, I guess that's the lord testing me

I knew as a child, that this was my destiny

They do it for the limelight

But I make sure my rhyme's right

Waiting till the time's right

Smiling at my mom's life

Smiling at my mom

Smiling at my momma

Moët what we sipping now

We was never tripping now

We on private jets, in other words, that means that we tripping now

Cause they was over there, I was over here

They was too scared while I was facing my fears

I've always been driven, but they too scared to steer

That's why I compete with legends, motherfuck my peers

I'm the man of the year

Man of the year

They said I couldn't do it

Back when I was broke going through it

Till I got a deal, now they talking 'bout "I knew it"

But you was wasn't there in the beginning

Nowhere to be found when I was down

But you show up when I'm winning

Uh, left me to drown, now I'm swimming

I do it cause I love this shit

Fuck the money, and the women, and the-

And the whips with the rims still spinning

I been at it since the beginning

All these girls screaming "Logic"

But I wanna hear my real name

Come from the lips of a beautiful woman that's real, man

Y'all act like I'm Superman

But I can feel pain

I shoulda gone crazy, and yet I'm still sane

Love it when they sing to us

Been shining what's bling to us

Yeah, over here

It's only been a year

I was dirt broke, now I'm balling like a sphere

Now that I'm in the limelight

They hit me all the time like (Logic, you never call me!)

Shut the fuck up, ho!

Let me get my mind right

Cause this is for the fans

Who truly understand

Real all the time

All of y'all my fam

Shooting for the stars

And I ain't finna land

Giving everything I can

While they tell me I'm the man

Making music is the plan

Matter fact, you can call it plan B

Cause I kill these rappers while they're in their infancy

And I be first to pop off, infantry

Gotta keep 'em in line like symmetry

We all fam, same root, smoke a different tree

And all these people in the crowd sound like a symphony

Uh, to my ears

I love it when they cheer

On the road to success, these haters in my rear

I got nothing to fear

Cause the whole team here

And everybody shouting (What they shouting?)

You the man of the year

Man of the year