Logic - Man Of The Year lyrics

[Verse 1:] I wonder what it feel like To do that sh** 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 d**h 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 sippin' now We was never trippin' now We on private jets, in other words, that means that we trippin' 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, motherf** my peers [Hook:] I'm the man of the year Man of the year [x5] [Verse 2:] They said I couldn't do it Back when I was broke going through it Till I got a deal, now they talkin' 'bout "I knew it" But you was wasn't there in the beginin' Nowhere to be found when I was down But you show up when I'm winnin' Uh, left me to drown, now I'm swimmin' I do it cause I love this sh** f** the money, and the women, and the- And the whips with the rims still spinnin' I been at it since the beginin' 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 shinin' was bling to us Yeah, over here It's only been a year I was dirt broke, now I'm ballin' like a sphere [Hook] [Verse 3:] Now that I'm in the limelight They hit me all the time like (Logic, you never call me!) Shut the f** 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 Givin' 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 k** 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 hopes ain't near And everybody shouting (What they shoutin'?) [Hook:] You the man of the year Man of the year [x5]