Tokyo Time

Logic

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Yeah
Ha-ha (Oh, that's dope)
Haha, yeah, ayy, yeah

I'm on my own now, comin' through with the wickedest style
Be rappin' till I'm senile, in denial, my haters is
Hater niggas marry hater bitches and have hater kids
They said I'd be nothin', that's so egregious
Now I sell out arenas like Arenas, I'm Regis, a millionaire
I'm still in there, bringin' them somethin', the others fillin' air
I'm unlimited like Singer's Clair sample by Jay Dee for Players
I'm too paid, these other rappers is splittin' hairs
My raps a supervillain, there's nothin' but lairs
Flow switch up like clothes in The Witcher, now show me your wares
Geralt of Rivia, here's a piece of trivia
I'm Nvidia, built for the game, could take a lead of fame
I'd rather write about a runaway slave hitchin' a train
Mixing up the sugar cane, cotton pickin' by the range
Blowin' out the slave master's brains
Welcome to the world, I built my life
Like Wilt, got 'em all on tilt
Don't need no stilt, I'm high on life
Better get that right, they in my sight
Better know I write, better know I made this beat on an MPC, I'm MVP
I'm honestly kinda on empty, but it's not my fault
Got a million records in the vault
Vinyl on the shelf, don't do it for my wealth
Myself ain't the only one I help, you don't get that? Alright, oh, well
I don't make shit just 'cause it sell, I make shit 'cause it sail
To watch my haters burn in Hell as I excel like a cancerous tumor
That takes a strand of your DNA and it makes that shit you exhale
As soon as I exhale, I get on the next rail
Wait, I mean the next track, hold up, wait, now bring it back
This right here the introduction, y'all ain't even at the junction
Glock 9 at the function, I got everybody jumpin'
Look, Mama, now ain't I somethin'? Know I ain't afraid of nothin'
That ain't true, I'm good at bluffin', they told me I'm good for nothin'
But I know y'all dead wrong, fake Jesus, I'm headstrong
I ain't never left, every day I've been at it