Logos

[Intro]
Uh-huh, uh
Check it, uh

[Chorus]
Been in the adamantium dojo, spittin' venom like a Komodo
Gave all them old hoes the FOMO, pass me the four-four
I flow, Joe; when I get to dumpin', it's a no-show
You ain't got style, you just spendin' money on logos
You ain't got style, you just spendin' money on logos
You ain't got style, you just spendin' money on logos
They gas you up and I'ma make you drive 'til you empty
They gas you up and I'ma let it fly 'til it's empty

[Verse]
I bet I put the order in if the price drop
Personify the wise man, I'm not a nice guy
Starin' through my rear-view, all I see is the night sky
Curse the man that gets in fronts the mic and tell a white lie
White lie, white lies, they tellin' white lies
Sell your soul to transition to the dark side
Bet your bottom dollar I'm top buck, I'm sharp as a box cut'
Invested like Larry Jones, I stock up
I'm gettin' money like Chris Sain, I get gains
My pen leave stains, ain't nothin' changed - I bring pain
Stay in your lane, got more chains than Johnny Dang
Or Iceman Nick; I keep a ice man pick
'Cause the rocks up in the watch could make the ice man rich
Enough glaciers in my wrist to make the ice man sick
I'm just a product of my environment, don't tolerate no nonsense
It's sunk ships, I'm fully equipped
This mic I'm holdin' be a deadly weapon
I'm controllin' and I'm manifestin'
This pandemonium is not in question (Uh)
Whack you like 100
I'm causin' wrecks on tracks, you can see me comin'
They be like, "That boy done done it"
I run up a hunnit, so step in line, for whoever who want it
Claimin' I'm not elite in rap?
You must be outta your mind and stomach
I know it's hard to stomach, knowin' I could Top Gun it
I could make a knot from it, I could cop a spot from it
I could cop a stock from it, I could cop your block from it
Now I got the drop from it, it's Fah and Monk
You do not want it