My Own Bars by masterhype Lyrics
[Bar 1, Perspective of Logic & Inspired on Logic's record "Homicide"]
Em and I on Homicide, might give you a heart attack
Haters say, “Get clean, Logic” washed up, copped that soap pack
[Bar 2, As if I was featured on Billie Eilish's song "Bad Guy"]
We're not that violent, but Billie and I, lash
Y'all sleeping on us, that's why you don't have eye bags
All of my pounds, look like I'm giving you my hashtag
[Bar 3, Remix of J. Cole's verse on "The London"]
I be sweatin' her, like they be sweatin' bullets
So, don't pull a Trigger Trey, I'm telling you, don't pull it
'Cause if you steal my girl, otherwise you must be stupid
[Bar 4, Remix of DaBaby's record "Suge" + Nicki's remix to "Suge"]
Drug lord, Griselda
I keep it so chic, no Zelda
I'll strike if you attack the king, I guess you can call me a pelter
I'm cooking up in the kitchen, you can be my little helper
Go to the table and ask 'em, if they want the Brie or the Feta
I know I'm full of boffolas
Don't do coke, but I do colas
It's about time for the happiness to begin, maybe I should be a Jonas
[Bar 5, Freestyle, Ariana Grande's perspective]
Not talking marriages, when I say Malcolm was the best man
I got more talent than y'all, just with my left hand
Breaking all these records, I literally have the best fans
7 rings, 2 chains, we're 2 charms, that's all on the remix
[Bar 6, Remix of Chris Brown's song "Need A Stack"]
Bang, bang, let's take some shots, don't even need a gat
And I ain't talkin' 'bout Joe, butte than a plateau
[Bar 7, my verse on End Of The World Cypher 2020 - Click here to see the tates!]
Woah, can't wait to hear the beat drop
Woah, rock-a-bye baby with a treetop (Let's go, let's go)
You'll never be my heir, even if you eavesdrop
Keep butchering my name, then work at a meat shop
Got a traphouse in my treetop (Woah)
Used to pump work like a Reebok (Woah)
B. Simone ain't got no choices
Now she work 9-5's and get exploited
DaBaby fuckin' hoes and poppin' pills, he must feel like a rockstar
Well, don't get arrested again, you silly mobster (Ayy)
Woah, can't wait to hear the beat drop
Woah, rock-a-bye baby with a treetop (Let's go, let's go)
Yeah I'm big ballin', that's why I'm well endowed (Hey)
And that's how you kill the remix to a remix for Wild 'N Out (Ayy)
[Bar 8: Remix of DaBaby's "Baby Sitter"]
Shorty, wanna be famous, don't you?
When they call for the king, I'm the one they point to
I'm way above the food chain, there's no one I'm joint to
We'll scrap on-sight, yeah, we'll make it impromptu
When them fake bitches rap, I'm callin' cap, cap, cap, cap
Want a quick pick with me? Come on, let's scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch
The box is so fire, now go get a match, match, match, match
I ain't talkin' 'bout the mammal when I say I reach plat', plat', plat', plat'
Post in the mail, bitch, that's why I be streamin' Stoney
Been eatin' off the verse, got me lookin' like Matt Stonie
You ain't got a single hit, look at all this matrimony
I need that bag ASAP, might as well wear a VLONE tee
[Bar 9: Take on Instrumental Bridge in LilyPichu's "dreamy night"]
Personally, I really like Lily
She's fun, smart, cute, rockin' the dye, it's so pretty
Really, I wanna go out and look at the night of the city
Off the line with my work, but I ain't watchin' TV
This that type of song to get awestruck by
I can't hang with you, if you talk shit, bye
I ain't with the feds, if you get slick, bye
Wasting all my time, you're just toxic, I
[Bar 10: "Inside Job" remix originally by Russ]
Okay, I linked up with my idol, another box checked off my bucket list
Y'all need to stay out my lane, and act like H-O-V, you bitch
Y'all some impractical jokers, yeah, you're J-O-E, you bitch
Exclusive kicks, couldn't walk in my shoes, same as my P-O-V, you bitch
Okay, I need to force my way over this slope, I know I'm a soldier
Keep on talkin' on Russ, origami, they gon' fold ya
Of course, I remember when I was streaming "BEST ON EARTH"
Gotta rupture because I'm not that good at keeping in my woes
Not at the top, at least intermediate
Perfect my bars, got a ream of it
Middle Ground helps me a lot, yeah, it helps me find the common median
I see you got blunt with me, but I'm still sharp as a tack
Yeah, I'm well-endowed and smart, don't let that affect my skillful knack
Car ain't got a canopy, yeah, rockin' no treetop
Lower echelon really tryna use me to leech off
Lost circulation in my arm, I think my wrist's gon' freeze off
Game's such a zephyr, 'cause I'm so chilled and breezed off, eased off
Please stop, 'cause you keep talkin'
Garner up this success, when I'm famous, I'm gon' pass Joaquin
IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD, haven't read it, but I've been wantin'
Shout-out Megan Thee Stallion, yeah, we both live near Austin
Shout-out to Milan, not in China, but livin' in the province
Shout-out to my dad, yeah, he grew up in Boston
Shout-out to the update, now I can load up and log on
Couldn't get my heir, better hire up a stylist and fix your noggin
Game full of red herrings, gimmicks, and mirages
The other girls can't do it, factory of lil' mini Minaj's
Ain't with the feds, and I'm so glad what Yvonne did
I'm the king of the jungle, I created the whole Jumanj's
CHOMP, CHOMP, CHOMP on these bitches, Russ set 'em off
Can't even bank zen with yourself, you gon' be indebted off
This is gon' be the premier of the inside job, finished off
Got these bitches worshippin' me, this ain't a synagogue, listen up
Foot's on their necks, buried the hatchet deep
Ridin' 'round in a corvette while you cruising in an old, jalopy jeep
This that type of fire, call it that Nebraskan heat
I got power, skill, and ownership, yeah, you lack them all each
Reign as a king, not a knight, Lancelot
Ramification of my style, gotta branch it off
Brochure of the islands, pamphlets and all
I am my own muse, I got the wisdom, knowledge, answers and all
And I got no chill like zero fucks, ho
Major wealth, it's called an influx, though
I'm the specimen, that's why they all them me, "You're in luck, bro"
All these dumb, hypocritical advocaters, going against these gladiators
Ain't worried about these nuisances, indefinitely gotta shelve a hater
I'm way too hot to handle, that's how I made Kelz a hater
Russ and Nicki on a track, yeah, I'm manifesting that right now
Y'all doin' too much, really, just pipe down, stupid
Em and I on Homicide, might give you a heart attack
Haters say, “Get clean, Logic” washed up, copped that soap pack
[Bar 2, As if I was featured on Billie Eilish's song "Bad Guy"]
We're not that violent, but Billie and I, lash
Y'all sleeping on us, that's why you don't have eye bags
All of my pounds, look like I'm giving you my hashtag
[Bar 3, Remix of J. Cole's verse on "The London"]
I be sweatin' her, like they be sweatin' bullets
So, don't pull a Trigger Trey, I'm telling you, don't pull it
'Cause if you steal my girl, otherwise you must be stupid
[Bar 4, Remix of DaBaby's record "Suge" + Nicki's remix to "Suge"]
Drug lord, Griselda
I keep it so chic, no Zelda
I'll strike if you attack the king, I guess you can call me a pelter
I'm cooking up in the kitchen, you can be my little helper
Go to the table and ask 'em, if they want the Brie or the Feta
I know I'm full of boffolas
Don't do coke, but I do colas
It's about time for the happiness to begin, maybe I should be a Jonas
[Bar 5, Freestyle, Ariana Grande's perspective]
Not talking marriages, when I say Malcolm was the best man
I got more talent than y'all, just with my left hand
Breaking all these records, I literally have the best fans
7 rings, 2 chains, we're 2 charms, that's all on the remix
[Bar 6, Remix of Chris Brown's song "Need A Stack"]
Bang, bang, let's take some shots, don't even need a gat
And I ain't talkin' 'bout Joe, butte than a plateau
[Bar 7, my verse on End Of The World Cypher 2020 - Click here to see the tates!]
Woah, can't wait to hear the beat drop
Woah, rock-a-bye baby with a treetop (Let's go, let's go)
You'll never be my heir, even if you eavesdrop
Keep butchering my name, then work at a meat shop
Got a traphouse in my treetop (Woah)
Used to pump work like a Reebok (Woah)
B. Simone ain't got no choices
Now she work 9-5's and get exploited
DaBaby fuckin' hoes and poppin' pills, he must feel like a rockstar
Well, don't get arrested again, you silly mobster (Ayy)
Woah, can't wait to hear the beat drop
Woah, rock-a-bye baby with a treetop (Let's go, let's go)
Yeah I'm big ballin', that's why I'm well endowed (Hey)
And that's how you kill the remix to a remix for Wild 'N Out (Ayy)
[Bar 8: Remix of DaBaby's "Baby Sitter"]
Shorty, wanna be famous, don't you?
When they call for the king, I'm the one they point to
I'm way above the food chain, there's no one I'm joint to
We'll scrap on-sight, yeah, we'll make it impromptu
When them fake bitches rap, I'm callin' cap, cap, cap, cap
Want a quick pick with me? Come on, let's scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch
The box is so fire, now go get a match, match, match, match
I ain't talkin' 'bout the mammal when I say I reach plat', plat', plat', plat'
Post in the mail, bitch, that's why I be streamin' Stoney
Been eatin' off the verse, got me lookin' like Matt Stonie
You ain't got a single hit, look at all this matrimony
I need that bag ASAP, might as well wear a VLONE tee
[Bar 9: Take on Instrumental Bridge in LilyPichu's "dreamy night"]
Personally, I really like Lily
She's fun, smart, cute, rockin' the dye, it's so pretty
Really, I wanna go out and look at the night of the city
Off the line with my work, but I ain't watchin' TV
This that type of song to get awestruck by
I can't hang with you, if you talk shit, bye
I ain't with the feds, if you get slick, bye
Wasting all my time, you're just toxic, I
[Bar 10: "Inside Job" remix originally by Russ]
Okay, I linked up with my idol, another box checked off my bucket list
Y'all need to stay out my lane, and act like H-O-V, you bitch
Y'all some impractical jokers, yeah, you're J-O-E, you bitch
Exclusive kicks, couldn't walk in my shoes, same as my P-O-V, you bitch
Okay, I need to force my way over this slope, I know I'm a soldier
Keep on talkin' on Russ, origami, they gon' fold ya
Of course, I remember when I was streaming "BEST ON EARTH"
Gotta rupture because I'm not that good at keeping in my woes
Not at the top, at least intermediate
Perfect my bars, got a ream of it
Middle Ground helps me a lot, yeah, it helps me find the common median
I see you got blunt with me, but I'm still sharp as a tack
Yeah, I'm well-endowed and smart, don't let that affect my skillful knack
Car ain't got a canopy, yeah, rockin' no treetop
Lower echelon really tryna use me to leech off
Lost circulation in my arm, I think my wrist's gon' freeze off
Game's such a zephyr, 'cause I'm so chilled and breezed off, eased off
Please stop, 'cause you keep talkin'
Garner up this success, when I'm famous, I'm gon' pass Joaquin
IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD, haven't read it, but I've been wantin'
Shout-out Megan Thee Stallion, yeah, we both live near Austin
Shout-out to Milan, not in China, but livin' in the province
Shout-out to my dad, yeah, he grew up in Boston
Shout-out to the update, now I can load up and log on
Couldn't get my heir, better hire up a stylist and fix your noggin
Game full of red herrings, gimmicks, and mirages
The other girls can't do it, factory of lil' mini Minaj's
Ain't with the feds, and I'm so glad what Yvonne did
I'm the king of the jungle, I created the whole Jumanj's
CHOMP, CHOMP, CHOMP on these bitches, Russ set 'em off
Can't even bank zen with yourself, you gon' be indebted off
This is gon' be the premier of the inside job, finished off
Got these bitches worshippin' me, this ain't a synagogue, listen up
Foot's on their necks, buried the hatchet deep
Ridin' 'round in a corvette while you cruising in an old, jalopy jeep
This that type of fire, call it that Nebraskan heat
I got power, skill, and ownership, yeah, you lack them all each
Reign as a king, not a knight, Lancelot
Ramification of my style, gotta branch it off
Brochure of the islands, pamphlets and all
I am my own muse, I got the wisdom, knowledge, answers and all
And I got no chill like zero fucks, ho
Major wealth, it's called an influx, though
I'm the specimen, that's why they all them me, "You're in luck, bro"
All these dumb, hypocritical advocaters, going against these gladiators
Ain't worried about these nuisances, indefinitely gotta shelve a hater
I'm way too hot to handle, that's how I made Kelz a hater
Russ and Nicki on a track, yeah, I'm manifesting that right now
Y'all doin' too much, really, just pipe down, stupid