Celebration

[Verse 1: Logic] Ayy, it's a celebration, bitches Came a long way from bus stops and washing dishes From rags to bitches Stovetop to Mastro's, man, this shit is delicious People denying my past like that shit is fictitious I'm Spike Spiegel, but I'm known to be vicious I get under people's skin like stitches No strings attached, I just let it dissolve Give it time and then let it resolve It's been a minute now, my style feeling infinite now Used to people pulling me down, it ain't shit to me now Don't let it get to me now Threw out my phone, they can't get to me now Keep it humble, but love to get big head Bad bitches wanna fuck me, I get money instead I mean what's rap without a little braggadocio? Fuck people telling me to rap just how I'm supposed to Most people wanna tell you what to do 'Cause it's what they wanna do if they had an opportunity to But too scared That's why they live vicariously through you Logic, what you should do is rap like Uh, uh, nah, I'd rather not That's why I'm in a mansion and you sleeping on a cot But you still study everything I drop Too many people wanna tell you what you can and cannot Go to school, get a job, get married and have kids People gon' tell you what to do for long as you live Break the cycle, and shoot for the stars, Moonwalk like Michael To be a leader, first, you gotta be a disciple [Chorus: Logic & Silas] (It's a celebration) For the beat, the rhymes, the streets, the dimes (It's a celebration, y'all) You wanna try to eat, motherfucker, this my time (It's a celebration) For the beat, the rhymes, the streets, the dimes You wanna try to eat, motherfucker, this my time Ayy, it's a celebration, y'all, celebration now Wherever I go in the nation, they celebrating my style It's a celebration, y'all, celebration now (Yeah) Wherever I go in the nation, they celebrate the style [Verse 2: Silas] Look I can't front, we was hyped up for some nosebleeds Now we sitting courtside, still posted in my white tee I'm a Golden State Warrior when I'm spittin' this Like KD from MD, that's Montrose, so venomous You know it's me, Silas never jumpin' for your bitch ass I'm hopping on a plane that's first class 'Member back in the day, we used to fast Had no money in the bank account My cousin showed me, pushing weight Almost stabbed at the transit in the dead of the night These fucking zombies, but really that's beyond me Tryna live my dreams from everything that I seen as a young man So if you see me rapping, know I got the upper hand But on the other hand, you see a couple rubber bands And now Logic really out here makin' dreams come true Bobby Boy Records spittin' thorough Every time I grab the mic, I'm paintin' murals Doing shows in other countries, coming back with Euros This that type of flow that really make your girl go [Verse 3: Logic] I'm marvelous, I'm all of this That's why your girl all on my dick I make 'em cum, boy, you make 'em sick My net worth get the bank grossed out No I.D. up on the beat, but 6ix, he kill it, no doubt This a revelation, memories when I drive the M5 or the bus station I have evolved, you's a motherfuckin' crustacean What more can I say? Run it back and they hit replay Bobby Boy Records, yeah, we celebratin' all day [Chorus: Logic] (It's a celebration) For the beat, the rhymes, the streets, the dimes (It's a celebration, y'all) You wanna try to eat, motherfucker, this my time (It's a celebration) For the beat, the rhymes, the streets, the dimes (It's a celebration) You wanna try to eat, motherfucker, this my time (It's a celebration) Ayy, it's a celebration, y'all, celebration now Wherever I go in the nation, they celebrating my style It's a celebration, y'all, celebration now Wherever I go in the nation, they celebrate the style [Outro: Thalia] Logic and his crew played chess mercilessly throughout the album's creation