GP4

[Intro] Watch Watch Y'all niggas overdoin' it You gotta slow that shit down Take your time, reevaluate your shit, it don't matter (Watch) Niggas ain't got money, ain't got time Fuck it, just say this shit [Chorus] You and me Gon' live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin') I can hear 'em callin' me We've come a long way since H.O.C. (Watch) You and me Gon' live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin') I can hear 'em callin' me We've come a long way since H.O.C. (Watch) [Verse] I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I) Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai Who I named William after 'cause I get bills from these beats Fuck the industry, you know we keepin' it real up in these streets Came up in a world that's off its axis All that's promised, death and taxes Don't give a fuck who be rhyming the fastest, my anxiety Make me spit it a mile a minute I'm stuck in a clinic like Flynn Montgomery Take a step back, tell me right now, boy, just what's your summary Creeping through fireside Smash the window of that fire ride Just to see what we can snatch from up inside 'Til the flashin' lights come 'round that corner then we run and hide Prayin' to God up in Heaven, eleven at night and I got no alibi My damn, dip to Stewart Town Best not come 'round these parts if you new in town Wonder what my homies from back in the day livin' at, are doin' now Running with my sister Jeannie, schooling me like Mr. Feeny This the first time I heard a gunshot on the block Growing pains (Three), this the type of shit don't never stop Here come the cops Shooting up the hood like Black Ops 'Cause trigger-happy police tend to trigger happy people And some people who believe we not equal shoot up the steeple My God, if you exist, then why you make life so hard? If you exist, the way you think is avant-garde If you exist, you got a funny way of showing it What happens in the afterlife? These people think they knowin' shit And on that note, I keep it G Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.  Don't believe me, look that shit up, I promise you'll find the key To that punchline, feelin' just fine Let the abyss of my mind, my mind consume Snap my fingers like Thanos and Bobby Boy bringin' the doom 'Cause I'm 6:30, killin' shit, hands down and dirty That white boy can't rap, he talk good and act nerdy I just texted Erykah Badu To let her know what I'm gon' do Sample "Dreamflower" by Tarika Blue That's cool with you? Yeah, that's fine, baby, all gravy Long as you know you my baby And that beat yo' daddy like if he ever cheat on me I mean she don't own the sample but she might as well 'Cause her and Dilla paved the way for all I got, and, well I'ma show my gratitude, no attitude, no auto-tune like T-Pain Doin' Unplugged, I'm unplugged, like Trinity Wonder how the people gonna remember me, goddamn Switch up the plan We all say it, we all claim it, but it's no use The greatest rapper alive is probably slacking producing Introduce you to my train of thought Snapping on a track like the illest conductor With no contradiction I brought my heart to the table Fact and never fiction, fuck a fable Ready and willing you better believe that I'm able to spit Power through these lines faster than fiber-optic cable, I'm gone [Chorus] You and me Gon' live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin') I can hear 'em callin' me We've come a long way since H.O.C. (Watch) You and me Gon' live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin') I can hear 'em callin' me We've come a long way since H.O.C. (Watch) [Interlude: T-Man] Watch From the bottom When you come from the bottom, you ain't get no chances, man I'ma do this shit 'til the Fourth Of July, blow up straight to the sky (Watch) Nigga fuck it, we high I remember when a nigga had to ask for money It's been a long time since I had to do that shit (Watch) This shit ain't free I got the roof over my head and a bed, nigga, my bitch givin' me head I'd rather get money instead Man, it's Bobby Boy Records in this bitch Y'all niggas better write this shit down (It don't matter) 'Cause 10 years from now, we on top And we ain't never gon' stop All money in (Watch) [Outro: Thalia] This album marks the reunion of Logic and No I.D.  For the first time in six years Since the inception of its predecessor