Top Songs By Logic
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Logic
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Songwriter
Arjun Ivatury
Songwriter
Aaron Gomez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
6ix
Producer
AG
Producer
Robert Campbell
Mixing Engineer
Karl Wingate
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
[Verse 2]
I'm the one, bitch, I am the one, like Keanu Reeves
Get it done, yeah, I get it done, no blood on the leaves
They can't leave us hangin', no, no, not no more, best believe
Yeah, that shit is banging, Bobby killed it with no time to grieve
[Verse 3]
I'm the one, bitch, I am the one, like Keanu Reeves
Get it done, yeah I get it done, no blood on the leaves
They can't leave us hangin', no, no, not no more, best believe
Yeah, that shit is banging, Bobby killed it with no time to grieve (Aye)
[Verse 4]
At the Garden, sitting courtside, look around like "Oh my god"
I just sold this motherfucker out, I ain't even try
I ain't one to floss, but I got plaques, run it back
Once I touchdown, I go deep like a running back
Just jumped on the private jet and rolled a joint
Played the beat then wrote that joint
Wrote a whole movie, then I sold that joint
[Verse 5]
Fuck Illuminati, that boy 6ix got my back
6ix made this beat, 6ix bring the heat
You got on repeat, word on the street
Can't no one compete, I'm spectacular
That boy got the sauce on the regular
[Verse 6]
I don't play no games 'less we talkin' Fortnite
Finally knew I made it, sittin' at the red light
When them soccer moms pull up in they van while I ride
Like "Oh my god, children, it's the 1-800 guy"
But my door's suicide, yeah, I'm too alive
Bitch, I have arrived, everybody know I'm one hell of a guy
[Verse 7]
I ain't tryna fuck your girl, I'm tryna fuck your momma
Fuck the drama, bank account got a extra comma
Yeah, they sweat me like the sauna
Red carpet in my own merch, like that shit is designer
Did you know I'm mixed like Obama?
[Verse 8]
It ain't a project if Logic ain't talkin' 'bout being biracial
Bicoastal, I'm platinum, go postal, I'm snappin'
Yeah, you know Bobby, but prolly only know my new shit
That trap shit, that cool shit, but they all know that fool spit
[Verse 9]
I'm the one, bitch, I am the one, like Keanu Reeves
Get it done, yeah I get it done, no blood on the leaves
They can't leave us hangin', no, no, not no more, best believe
Yeah, that shit is banging, Bobby killed it with no time to grieve
[Verse 10]
I'm the one, bitch, I am the one, like Keanu Reeves
Get it done, yeah I get it done, no blood on the leaves
They can't leave us hangin', no, no, not no more, best believe
Yeah, that shit is banging, Bobby killed it with no time to grieve (Aye)
[Verse 11]
Yeah, you know you made it when they make a meme for ya
Haters that never made it, I'm living the dream for ya
Roll up, grab the Kush and then roll up
Hold up, better give me what I want when I show up
You know what I do, not who coming through
How 'bout you?
[Verse 12]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool
I don't fuck with nobody like 'Mean Girls' in high school
I don't give a damn that I'm famous
Why it seem like every single celebrity shameless, it's dangerous
Got fifty million but my swag on food stamps
All these models poppin’ bottles, bitch I ain't tryna dance
She said "No, I don't wanna pay my bills"
I need a hard working woman with respect who will
[Verse 13]
This for everybody who ain't made it yet
Got five degrees and six figures in debt
Follow your dreams ho, follow your- follow your- ugh
Somebody calling your, ugh, it's destiny
Hold up with the turn up for a second man, who's testing me?
I got so much power, don't know why the heavens blessing me
PLP, I think that is the recipe
So I'ma take a moment, use my power for good
Fuck the bullshit, do what you love and get out the hood
[Verse 14]
I'm the one, bitch, I am the one, like Keanu Reeves
Get it done, yeah I get it done, no blood on the leaves
They can't leave us hangin', no, no, not no more, best believe
Yeah, that shit is banging, Bobby killed it with no time to grieve
[Verse 15]
I'm the one, bitch, I am the one, like Keanu Reeves
Get it done, yeah I get it done, no blood on the leaves
They can't leave us hangin', no, no, not no more, best believe
Yeah, that shit is banging, Bobby killed it with no time to grieve (Aye)
Written by: Aaron Gomez, Arjun Ivatury, Sir Robert Bryson Hall II