Logic Fan In Denial (f.i.d.)
(Look at this nigga; little bitch; can't rap... You
white!; Mother f..cking bullshit; f..ck outta' here with
that shit)
[Verse: Logic]
Baby you got me confused, with one of them other dudes
Under they breath mumblin', shout out to Spitta I'm
crumblin'
All these haters that want it homie I keep it a hundred
Never fronted while you stunting acting like you hate
it but really want it
I swear to God when they talkin' shit it just make me
smile
Cause you ain't no hater my brotha' just a fan in
denial
Every time that you hate on me I get stronger when
risen
Judgin' these lyrics by my skin homie that's racism
My momma white my daddy black but ya'll don't even
listen
Judgin' by only what you see that's (eye-tistic?)
division
And (then the end?) creates an intellectual collision
But if you listen to my words then you would see my
vision
But that's enough on that subject homie I'll make you
flaunt
On the tour bus, four of us, the weed's gone
But I ain't smokin', I'm just writin' while homies
tokin'
Playin' this game until that shit is broken
f..ckin' with honeys 'til they panties soakin'
Feelin' victorious, hella glorious, my story is gonna
be depicted by
Me and my team that's [?] that did it big like Notorius
Haters talkin' shit gon' get the (goriest?) of [?]
(Yo, that shit is whack yo;
Man what the- maaaaaan that shit was weak yo what the
f..ck was he talkin' about, errything he said made
sense;
Maaaaan, that's some bullshit;
I mean- I mean you can't say much you know what I mean
like yeah he spit you know what I'm sayin' like
His lyrics is good and- you know, he kill it- with the
flow but, man that shit sucked though yuh)
