[Hook: Logic] Feeling this villainous vibe Feeling, feeling this villainous vibe (Fight!) [Verse 1: QuEst] Chip on my shoulder, f** is you sayin' ? Swear to God our fathers were playing n***a relay the message Breathless, every morning was forced to skip on breakfast Mama told me don't let these peasants throw rocks at the king Pawns tend to carry on with no conscience Straight non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit, verbal f**er wanna know Biggie was making certain while n***as was getting iffy Heart is bigger than derrières of Vicky and Nicki But f** up and diss me, this sh** will 360 And must I mention my body count? It's murderous, to be humble Murder is to be humble? Ever heard of me stumble? I was born in the jungle where n***as belly's will rumble Get checked for thinking or mumble But y'all still stuck on rap f** all that I do this in my slumber, merely ventilation Tryna stay afloat be on a boat sh** I swear that I'm lost inside of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack Or Nasir with the fatigue, I felt stifle, street's disciple My raps are trifle, I shoot slugs for my...you get the picture I was raised in Miami, n***as'll smack your coofie Just for acting coochie, your goofy actions'll never move me No sir, needy no, all my homies is ready to roll Never the matter the chitter and chatter I did it cause I can machete the flow And comeback, here's a fun fact I'm not a dumb act, run that Little punk rat, f** it, Pun's back In the middle of Little Havana Holding a hammer outside with pajamas Better watch your grammar around me These haters surround me, I swear it's unnecessary Gambino, you childish n***as could never see the sh** that I do VMG, yes n***a VMG Only competition that we see is TDE [Hook] Happy birthday to my n***a doe (Fight!) [Verse 2: C Dot Castro] Imma be the guy that rap slow, sike nah Dictating b**hes and smoking Cubans, I'm Castro My life is like the movie, and I'll be the director And just to get a small role, got b**hes acting extra I wrote this verse in one minute cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from b**hes that's dumb fine Got punchlines like prom with the, world on my palm I knew that we would blow up cause b**h, we be the bomb Rattpack out to get the cheese, drop a verse get fifty Gs Hit the studio drunk as f** but still drop a verse with ease I don't give a f** b**h you know the flow is second nature With no pen and paper break it down disintegrate a hater, wa**up [Hook] (Fight!) [Verse 3: Jon Bellion] Let's have a money conversation Four hundred thousand from Eminem that's a payment Kennedy Reagans presidential arrangement Please don't let this Pop kid take it back to the basement I'm still here screaming Beautiful Mind Sick of the noodles of rhyming all my cubical grind So I just grew and decided to put you in your spot Ooodles and boodles of blue bags from Louis Vuitton Getting money with lawyers we have a Jew of a time With liquor in a Poland Spring like a Junior at prom Yes I chose to pop charts I'm doing the crime And that just means I'm f**ing dope to you and your mom Working in the summer, AC on freezing Working in the winter like I got no heaters Spring rolls at the damn four seasons In the Red Octobers screaming thank you Yeezus [Hook] (Finish him!) [Verse 4: Logic] Feeling this villainous vibe Chilling with me and my Tribe Gotta spit this to survive How long have I been alive? Twenty-four years and counting not including my momma womb I'm here in the lab, and I'll be here until the tomb Album coming soon watch the Rattpack consume I've been on that real sh** That fun sh** Spit artillery, like a gunship V's up we run sh** Don't come around with that dumb sh** it's scandalous In the studio in Los Angeles At No I.D. spot hit you with the heat rock goddamn With Bobby on the board everybody on the floor Hold up let me take a breath here come more This a freestyle let me redirect my intellect Drop this sh** just for fun, it's all over the internet Cause b**h I'm in effect Wait hold up, y'all did get the Memo? You Lumbergh rappers is Initech b**h I've been a fact Hit you like Hiroshima then intercept Check it yo See now all the real fans know the album goin be crazy Spit it off the top and get dirty like Pat Swayze From the cover of XXL f** around and then propel Tour coming soon man I know the tickets finna sell Really, coming for everybody's Achilles Put my own money into this album, like half a milli It's Logic, coming for their neck no disrespect I did this sh** in two minutes or less Spent a year on the album, who knows what to expect (Sinatra) Spent a year on the album, who knows what to expect This is Logic (Flawless Victory) Happy birthday to me motherf**er It's my birthday ! [Hook]