Prophecy

I'm not after a bag, but once I achieve what I need I'll cop all of it
And after the fact, I'll have your respect and won't need more acknowledgment
Awesome and flawless and confident even your mom in my phone tryna swallow it
Shooting my shot and I'm calling it
I only allow y'all to breathe cause I'm tolerant

They always get angry when white boys are rappin' so hard they take over the game
That drives me insane- I feel we the same
But some people out there aren't feeling the same
What you get mad? Cause I spit facts
Cause I'm so vicious I'm coming like that
Fuck all of that I'm after the cash, come drown my problems in diamonds and stacks

I tried to tell them that I'd hold them down - but they don't share in my confidence
Now that I'm headed right up for the clouds they just keep showering compliments
Vicious an artist and dominant
Gimme a track and a target I'll body it
I don't put on for an audience if homie wants me come get me I'll body him

I'm sick of the people that's hating
Well they gone remember my name
I've humbled a couple already and they had to learn that I really ain't playing
Don't wanna become a target, fuck it you know what I'm saying
Adam and Eve in the garden, even perfection is ruined by snakes

Yo, I think it's funny they knock on my style then check on their feed and they copy me
You can do your impressions and try to impress em it's funny but you just a wanna be
Awkward and ugly honestly falling behind while they're sitting there watching me
Walk as I fiull fill my prophecy text me like promise me Logan you'll talk to me

But my mind, is on a level that they can't compare to
You play your music and it's not the Logan god dammit fucker how dare you
Hop out the dark and I'll scare you
Clown makeup and hair due
Let me see you play another H.I.L.O. song god dammit fucker I dare you

"Why'd you bring me into this?"