WMD - 6ix ft. Logic

Check, check

Ooh, this shit tight

All you rappers suck

When it comes to top five, yeah, I hold a residency

Stay with currency, killin' 'em all like Tank Dempsey

When I grip the mic, I swear to God you don't wanna rhyme next

I stay with stories for days like—

Alright, man, I'm sippin' too much scotch right now, we gotta do it again (Uh, leave my shit talk in, though)

Alright, here we go, yo, ayo

When it comes to top five, yeah, I hold a residency

Stay with currency, killin' 'em all like Tank Dempsey

When I grip the mic, I swear to God, no, you don't wanna rhyme next

I stay with stories for days like a Manhattan complex

I'll leave you lost, B, Jesus Christ, don't ever cross me

Like Blue Shield, already retired, yeah, this a new field

Like Inuit Dome, I'm colder than an Inuit home

Outstanding in my field like a crop farmer

Crazy with the tongue like the Dalai Lama

Crazy with the tongue like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer

Mentality of an old-timer

Your bank account, that shit ain't got no comma

Like an English paper that the teacher failed

I stay on the track as shit derail

Music is my spouse, stay with a pocket of duck mouths

Me and all my homies gettin' pounds of bread, we call it croutons

I got enough in the trust fund for a few sons, ayo

Ayo, you softer than the epidermis of an inner thigh

Take anatomy and ask the teacher why

Never miss 'cause my chromosome Y

Greatest rapper alive, yeah, that's how I identify

Pass the weed, it's right here for all the musicians in need

Hip-hop is my house, I own the motherfuckin' deed

Feel like Keanu in Speed, I just can't stop

This shit ain't pop, I lock it down like a b-boy

You know I destroy, load the clip and watch it deploy

Like WMD, the boy from MD

The only one that make it look as easy as ABC

The L-O-G-I-C out here with H-O-M-E-body

Dynamic duo like Doc and Marty

No DeLorean, the hip-hop historian

The rest of them is bori-an'

I'm Cory in this world that the boy meets

Big fish, little pond, that's the reason don't respond

When these koi speak, fuck the beef

Spend your record-label advance on a chain when you should've fixed your teeth, good grief

It's peanuts

Fuckin' slut