Keanu Reeves (Nitin Randhawa Remix)

[Intro: Logic]

Yeah

[Chorus: Logic]

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

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, ayy

[Verse 1: Logic]

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 touch down, 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

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 RAGÚ-lar

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 doors suicide, yeah, I'm too alive

Bitch, I have arrived, everybody know I'm one hell of a guy

I ain't tryna fuck your girl, I'm tryna fuck your mama

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?

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

[Chorus: Logic]

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

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, ayy

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]

13, got my first stripe, nigga (First stripe)

Glenwood Road, where they shiest', nigga

Slaughter Gang so I keep a knife, nigga

We was broke so all we ate was rice, nigga

Paid the J's to cut on my mama's lights, nigga

Come get your bitch, she tryna spend the night, nigga (Straight up)

You a bitch, that make her a dyke, nigga (Pussy)

All these bodies, I can't sleep at night, nigga

Y'all must thought that I was gon' whisper the whole time (21)

I ran out of weed, I sent your bitch out of town (On God)

Gave her fifteen hundred and she came back with pounds (Straight up)

Rappers think they it, but they really just clowns (On God)

Gucci store, a hundred thou', that's just in a day (On God)

Always cheatin', I'm a dog, think I need a cage (On God)

Savage loaded, chips and dip, I'm not talkin' 'bout Lays (21)

Throwback Rafs, call 'em retros, I'm not talkin' 'bout J's (21)

First name 21, last name Hefner, I got too many freaks (21)

Levi jeans, low self-esteem, he on BlackPeopleMeet (21)

Look like Mýa, she's on fire, who got the keys to my Jeep? (Straight up)

Who want smoke 'cause I want smoke, I had a wet dream about beef (21)

[Chorus: Logic]

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

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, ayy

[Verse 3: Joyner Lucas]

Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall

Turn my back on you, all of you finished

Back to these bullets, it's back to the job

Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin'

Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin'

These packs and I'm actually pumpin'

Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin'

You mighta went platinum but that don't mean nothin'

I'm actually buzzin' this time

Straight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine

I do not fuck with you guys

If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time

I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers

Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives

Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree

My 12 days of Christmas was nothin' but lies (I)

Run at you hard like a sumo (Sumo)

They say I talk like a chulo (Chulo)

I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno (Woo)

Bitch I'm a dog, call me Cujo (Rah)

You play your cards, I reverse on you all

And I might just draw 4 like a Uno (Bup)

Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, and all of you culo (Joyner)

They've invented a level up in the ghetto to get old

Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now

Shit get relevant 'til 'nother beef die down

In truth, a nigga just really want me tied down

I've been alone and I never needed nobody

Just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down

Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle

I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now

I said ain't no love for the other side

Or anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner)

When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope (Yeah)

You in the wrong cab down the wrong path

Nigga, wrong way, wrong road (Woo, woo)

Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast

I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower (Vroom!)

[Chorus: Logic]

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

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, ayy

[Verse 4: Logic]

Yeah, you know you made it when they make a meme for ya

Haters that never made it, I'm livin' 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?

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 50 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 workin' woman with respect who will

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—, uh

Somebody calling your, uh, 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

[Chorus: Logic]

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

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, ayy

[Verse 5: Eminem]

I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it

This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it

I done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em

Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition

Fuck's the difference?

I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules

Man, I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose

I've been eatin' long enough, man, my stomach should be full

I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me

Fuck you think? (Woo!)

[Verse 6: Eminem]

I got a couple of mansions

Still I don't have any manners

You got a couple of ghost writers

But to these kids it don't actually matter

They're askin' me, "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?"

I said, "I don't have any answers."

'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album

It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers

And actually comin' from humble beginnings

I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning

I wish I could say, "What a wonderful feeling!"

"We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling!"

But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' ability

To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me

The inability to pen humility

Ha-ta-ta ba-ta-ta, why don't we make a bunch of

Fuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em?

Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular

Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up

Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck

About the ones that were here before you that made rap

Let's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks

ADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes at?

We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back

'Cause half of these rappers have brain damage

All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap

I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad

But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat

That would take that feedback and aim back, I need that

But I think it's inevitable

They know what button to press or what lever to pull

To get me to snap though (Lil' bitch)

And if I pay it attention I'm prob'ly makin' it bigger

But you've been takin' ya digs in the fuckin' back, ho (Get it?)

On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin'

Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits

I'm asleep at the wheel again

As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent

Of another beat I'ma kill again

'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again

Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin

It better be at least 70 or 300 milligram

And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again

Levels to this shit, I got an elevator

You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker

I sound like a broken record every time I break a record

Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater

Motherfucker, now I got a right to be this way

I got spite inside my DNA

But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy

It's the moment y'all been waitin' for

Like California wishin' rain to pour

In that drought, y'all been prayin' for

My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw

Still the same Marshall, that outlaw

That they say as a writer might've fell off

I'm back on that bull like the cowboy

[Chorus: Logic]

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

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, ayy