[Hook: Logic]
Tryna get it like me...
Can't get it like me...
Tryna get it like...
Like me...
Tryna get it like...
Can't get it like...

[Verse 1: Logic]
Chillin on the west side
Bringing out my best side
Where they only care about bitches breasts
And how big they breast size is
Yes I is, on the come up there, and all y'all the run up
'Cause you know I'm finna one a motherfucker
Pull up in the benz while the homie smoking medical
Only bring ya friends if them bitches look identical
The pinnacle of what we doing ain't no where round
Started from the ground always gotta hold it down
Let them think they got it cause they signed up on the dotted
But there is only so much money in the year that is allotted
Plus you probably don't even know how it is divided
Motherfucker, I got it...

[Hook: Logic]
Tryna get it like me...
Can't get it like me...
Tryna get it like...
Like me...
Tryna get it like...
Can't get it like...

[Verse 2: Logic]
Acting like they got it but they really don't...
Bitches say they love me but they really don't...
Shut the fuck up and get out my face, hoe...
Talking all that shit but you don't really know
Put the pen to the pad watch them talk about it
All I know is real life they don't give a fuck about it
Take your chain, your bitch, your car get the fuck up out it
Realest on the rise all of ya demise
This is who I am so ain't need for a disguise
I have been advise by the greatest that made it, to do it
Living legends but you never knew it
This record was written right before I got on the stage
My mind racing reciting lyrics from pen to the page
Bitch bet I record this record on the real though
Just cause I said I was a Jedi, bust like Beretta
Now feel my penetration no hesitation this is warfare
Like gorilla, bananas clips can be iller
Fuck a filler this is the realist
The symphony I'm ma kill this epiphany's I can feel this
But you...

[Hook: Logic]
Tryna get it like me...
Can't get it like me...
Tryna get it like...
Like me...
Tryna get it like...
Can't get it like...
Tryna get it like me...
Can't get it like me...
Tryna get it like...
Like me...
Tryna get it like...
Can't get it like...

[Verse 3: Casey Veggies]
Tryna get it like me I'm a real young winner
Might take her out to dinner
Tryna hit it all night
I put that on me, baby girl gonna feel it
I know she about her business
If she want it she know she about to get it
Throws some D's on that bitch
Pull up in that Audi coop feeling like Hercules in the whip
Cause I'm dealing it got it off the dealer ship
We be going hard no motherfuckin' censorship
Peas and Carrots squash hard to tell me what the deally is
She gonna role with us like she needed a ride to the crib
She influenced me to go hard
Shout out to my niggas that's gonna go hard
We gonna get the profit player that just be the logic
Put my hands together prayed then I dozed off

[Hook: Logic]
Tryna get it like me...
Can't get it like me...
Tryna get it like...
Like me...
Tryna get it like...
Can't get it like...
Tryna get it like me...
Can't get it like me...
Tryna get it like...
Like me...
Tryna get it like...
Can't get it like...