"War Vet (Rack City Remix)" lyrics
"Sinatra"
"As you see, my Jedi powers are far beyond yours"
"You are watching a master at work"
"Logic" "Mustard on the beat, ho"
Yeah
Fast cars with iPods in 'em
Young Sinatra what they're blastin' like a Beretta
V for Vendetta, bitches sit and play just to get wetter
Haters talkin' shit but then they study every letter
I'm the first draft pick with the last laugh, bitch
Yeah, I'm angry on the track, but I deserve to be
'Cause all these rappers with no talent wanna murder me
People talkin' shit ain't even heard of me
I went from park benches at night to first class flights
Huh, that's what you call takin' shit to new heights
Put the 750 in reverse like Benjamin Button
We been doin' it for years and they're down all of a sudden
Bobbysoxer doin' one-twenty in a Corvette
Watch your boy blow up in front of your eyes: war vet
Give the fans nothing but fire, now they want more of it
Everybody want my album, it ain't in the stores yet
I keep it real all the time like my crew, when I rhyme
Just a killer in his prime with that predator state of mind
I'm set to detonate, stack my bread and watch the paper escalate
Don't test my fate, Logic finna blow like Mary Kate
I play my role like Shakespeare, RattPack, ain't no fakes here
I conceal my talent like a 357
Ever since I was eleven I been a G, chillin' on the low-key
Incognito, manipulate the steel like Magneto
Smacking suckers like mosquitoes, dispersin' verses like a kilo
I'm Michael, the king, you fuckers is Tito
Versace frames with the green shades, I only see dough
Ballin' like a free throw, you know my steelo
I once was a prince with the vision of a king
Now I run the whole thing, not defined by the bling
Exterminate the fakes like crooked jakes, killin' for high stakes
Guarantee it is my fate to be remembered as one of the greats
No matter what it takes, boy, I'ma give it my all
Like Jordan when he ball, never stumble, never fall
Lyrical medicine, repeat the formula
Until I get it right like Edison (Like Edison)
Now step into my mind as I calculate lyrics like Einstein
The way he manipulated numbers, I manipulate the rhymes
Like E=MC², nah
E = Eater of MCs, beware
Watch me shine in the darkness like a flare
Married to the game, I'm the heir to the throne you been watchin'
Bobbysoxer doin' one-twenty in a Corvette
Watch your boy blow up in front of your eyes: war vet
Give the fans nothing but fire, now they want more of it
Everybody want my album, it ain't in the stores yet
Walk in a room and now they're starin' at a brother like
"What up?" What's the next move? Shall I improve
On some shit I never gave a fuck about before?
Let relationships end up, 'cause all I do is flow
See, I'm a selfish ma'fucker, I already know
Don't try to tell me what I'm not, bitch, I'll conquer the globe
I sacrificed my whole childhood just to explode
I want this more than what's under Mila Kunis' robe, meanwhile
Daddy's little girl askin' for mo' money
But little did he know the bread was for blow money
What's in store, money, sold out shows and hoes for me
I can't fade, this the only reason I was made
To follow my dreams and manipulate these rhyme schemes
Like a genius, spittin' the meanest, I done seen this
As a child, ten-thousand people in the crowd
Reppin' the RattPack, watch 'em all go w—
Slicin' MCs like Vader
Motherfuckin' RattPack, you already know what it is
Yeah, Visionary Music Group
V's up all day, yeah, yeah, yeah
"Sinatra"
Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch
Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch
Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties, bitch
Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch
Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch
Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties, bitch
I'm a ma'fuckin' star (Star)
Look at the paint on the car (Car)
"As you see, my Jedi powers are far beyond yours"
"You are watching a master at work"
"Logic" "Mustard on the beat, ho"
Yeah
Fast cars with iPods in 'em
Young Sinatra what they're blastin' like a Beretta
V for Vendetta, bitches sit and play just to get wetter
Haters talkin' shit but then they study every letter
I'm the first draft pick with the last laugh, bitch
Yeah, I'm angry on the track, but I deserve to be
'Cause all these rappers with no talent wanna murder me
People talkin' shit ain't even heard of me
I went from park benches at night to first class flights
Huh, that's what you call takin' shit to new heights
Put the 750 in reverse like Benjamin Button
We been doin' it for years and they're down all of a sudden
Bobbysoxer doin' one-twenty in a Corvette
Watch your boy blow up in front of your eyes: war vet
Give the fans nothing but fire, now they want more of it
Everybody want my album, it ain't in the stores yet
I keep it real all the time like my crew, when I rhyme
Just a killer in his prime with that predator state of mind
I'm set to detonate, stack my bread and watch the paper escalate
Don't test my fate, Logic finna blow like Mary Kate
I play my role like Shakespeare, RattPack, ain't no fakes here
I conceal my talent like a 357
Ever since I was eleven I been a G, chillin' on the low-key
Incognito, manipulate the steel like Magneto
Smacking suckers like mosquitoes, dispersin' verses like a kilo
I'm Michael, the king, you fuckers is Tito
Versace frames with the green shades, I only see dough
Ballin' like a free throw, you know my steelo
I once was a prince with the vision of a king
Now I run the whole thing, not defined by the bling
Exterminate the fakes like crooked jakes, killin' for high stakes
Guarantee it is my fate to be remembered as one of the greats
No matter what it takes, boy, I'ma give it my all
Like Jordan when he ball, never stumble, never fall
Lyrical medicine, repeat the formula
Until I get it right like Edison (Like Edison)
Now step into my mind as I calculate lyrics like Einstein
The way he manipulated numbers, I manipulate the rhymes
Like E=MC², nah
E = Eater of MCs, beware
Watch me shine in the darkness like a flare
Married to the game, I'm the heir to the throne you been watchin'
Bobbysoxer doin' one-twenty in a Corvette
Watch your boy blow up in front of your eyes: war vet
Give the fans nothing but fire, now they want more of it
Everybody want my album, it ain't in the stores yet
Walk in a room and now they're starin' at a brother like
"What up?" What's the next move? Shall I improve
On some shit I never gave a fuck about before?
Let relationships end up, 'cause all I do is flow
See, I'm a selfish ma'fucker, I already know
Don't try to tell me what I'm not, bitch, I'll conquer the globe
I sacrificed my whole childhood just to explode
I want this more than what's under Mila Kunis' robe, meanwhile
Daddy's little girl askin' for mo' money
But little did he know the bread was for blow money
What's in store, money, sold out shows and hoes for me
I can't fade, this the only reason I was made
To follow my dreams and manipulate these rhyme schemes
Like a genius, spittin' the meanest, I done seen this
As a child, ten-thousand people in the crowd
Reppin' the RattPack, watch 'em all go w—
Slicin' MCs like Vader
Motherfuckin' RattPack, you already know what it is
Yeah, Visionary Music Group
V's up all day, yeah, yeah, yeah
"Sinatra"
Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch
Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch
Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties, bitch
Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch
Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch
Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties, bitch
I'm a ma'fuckin' star (Star)
Look at the paint on the car (Car)
