In my lifetime

[Intro: Logic & Shwhy ] Check (Yow) Yeah, yeah Actually, that was pretty dope there (Ayo) Can't even lie [Verse 1: Logic & Funkmaster Flex] Ayo, I got game, plenty Talk shit, reload the semi Mafia shit with Juicy J, sippin' Henny I got Mastro money, boy, your pockets on Denny's I hit the beat machine, get cream for the whole team Supply the fiends, dollar bills by any means Average person be committed if they've seen the shit I've seen It's like my life was written through a murdеr scene Even in my еarly teens I saw a guy on the corner gettin' high When a stray bullet from a drive-by blew his brains through his right eye Some people cautious, but I'm Cassius (Yes) Motherfuck who rhyme the fastest (Woo) I made it through the light despite how dark my past is, what? [Interlude: Funkmaster Flex, Logic & Action Bronson] Hip-hop baby, party rockin', you know what it is Shit hard Dark Haha, you should be concerned Yeah, yeah, motherfucker, you know it's me You should [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Smoking back-to-back Dutches My finger just inches off the button that'll turn your fuckin' body into stuffing Dressed like I'm doing construction Off one leg, jump through the fuckin' window of the Hellcat like it's nothing now At that speed, I could easily be mistaken for Jet Li Don't interrupt my feng shui Get left in the fridge where they hang meat My bitch'll kick you with strange feet A thousand roses expertly engraved into the handle of the heat Carved ice and pre-Colombian queens Jackson Heights, rock Columbia, boo GUESS jeans, smoked drugs on mezzanine Way before a motherfucker ever turned seventeen I'll leave you in the Heaven scene Staring at the roof of the chapel, I showed you mercy You could've been in soup or a taco My Porsche colder than a bowl of gazpacho Commemorate me with a statue "Fuck the world" written on the tattoo Man, I be smoking mad shit, that's why I'm silly (Stupid) Motherfucker, you know it's me