[Verse 1] They call me L-O-G-I-C up in NYC Spittin' it off the top of the dome Murkin' they chromosomes Can you feel it The second I inhale it Never despair it we got it Yes I been risen, hit em' real quick Off the top, never written Goddamn, can you feel it, said can you feel it It's crazy running into fans shake your hand, shit And on occasion runnin' into some stans That'll do anything just to get their demo in your hands I tell em it's all love, I wish you the best fam, and man On the real, it's really hella crazy This is how we do it, let me get it for the fans Smoking in London while the snow fall In another country so pardon me for the roll call Damn, who would've thought the fan base was this immense On the first fucking train to Paris so pardon my french Shows sold out, fans in line even though it's cold out Yeah, touring Europe getting swiss cheese Many said I'd never attain it now I'm like, "bitch please, what up?" Allow me to open up the verse with something so diverse Now let the flow immerse, hold up; watch it disperse Visions of Biggie, Big L and 2Pac just looking at me From the gates of Heaven while the police booking at me Open your mental while bitches give me brain with no dental Y'all probably think I'm crazy for touching this instrumental Shout out my cousin Ego, he know this shit's sentimental Been doing this shit for my dogs, holding down the kennel I hit my ex, check it, I hit my ex Strictly off the top, never written That is what we doing now Gotta spit it off the top, like blao L-O-G-I-C I'm reppin' MD to the fullest Push us but never pull us we got it Goddamn, can you feel it Actin' like they know me But they don't so y'all can blow me Chilling with the homie Tony Yes we got it off the top The t-o-p I do it to the fullest So let me keep it going So let me keep it flowing Get it get it, like that