Griptape feat. John Lindahl

Lyrics

[Intro: Logic] Yeah Turn my mic down a little bit Man is this the overall... I got that, but I need, is there another master volume or no? Yeah I think it need to go deaf yeah But that's not in the mic, that's of everything right? Alright turn my mic down Yeah yeah yeah, yeah Just the volume a little bit Yeah yeah Ahh yeah Alright, check! [Verse 1: Logic] Paparazzi make me wanna fucking kill myself TMZ make me wanna fucking kill myself But no matter what they do I know I'm still myself Stay strong and in the end love life and my health If I said fuck Cole and Kendrick and Drake Then everyone in media would take the bait and post that shit But when I say how much I love 'em, people ghost that shit And when I talk about my feelings people roast that shit Tell me I got a lot of money I should boast that shit One minute you the greatest then the next you the worst "Logic, you too lyrical to be having fun with a verse You gotta come ten out of ten every time, ten out of ten every rhyme" It's always gotta be perfect within my mind But wait, that shit ain't fun to me Look at what arguably one of the greatest modern rappers in this day and age has done to me It's made me hate rap 'cause it used to be about passing a skill Now it's all fucking headed downhill It's more about the image Check the game, not the scrimmage It's not about the music if it's all about the image And how we use it then what the fuck? Hip-hop was Run-D.M.C, now it's run from TMZ Now it's everything you do no matter what it is has to be done perfectly, shit Somebody hiding behind a avatar said I'm starting to look old Well I'm 30, what the fuck you expect? Should I use make-up to cover the wrinkles in my neck? Should I cut open the back of my skull and pay a hundred thousand dollars so my hair look full? Should I write music from my heart? Or let a 20-something rapper do all the work while I chart? Shit, we live in a world of instant reviews Where people who aren't even your fans dog your art however they choose Artists used to make music for like-minded people with similar views Not for struggling critics tryin' to increase their YouTube views My damn, I mean [Verse 2: Logic] Once upon a time not long ago We'd anticipate release dates and walk in the snow And take the bus miles and miles all the way to the store And pay twenty dollars just to hear our favorite artist flow And this the type of shit our kids ain't never gonna know What it truly means, just to be a fan and not constantly critiquing shit whenever you can 'Cause you had a power from that device in your hand There's no more value in music for people that don't use it 'Cause real talk streaming platforms abuse it Don't get me wrong I love having every album, every song, by every artist that ever existed But I just feel like this A.D.D. culture got it twisted You really have an opinion on an album in 20 minutes after you listen but you fucking completely missed it 'Cause one million songs drop every seven days Which only gives one artist in the world a week to be praised Shit, I'm done playin' that game Making decisions based on money and fame We all do it and I done it since my mixtapes But I think I finally found my footing, I found my griptape [Bridge: Logic & John Lindahl] And then we kick push, kick push Kick push, kick push, coast And away he rolled Just a rebel in a world with no place to go And so we kick push, kick push, kick push, kick I think I finally found my griptape [John Lindahl & Logic] Ah, can you help me? (Help me) (Yeah) Ah, can you help me? Oh yeah Can you help me? (Shout out that boy Lupe one time too) Ooh, can you help me? (Greatest alive! Greatest alive!) Just wait a minute, I swear imma get it you said From Mayralend to the moon I've chucking them deuces (Hey!) Hey! (Hey!) Hey! (Hey!) Hey! Top gunning with my true command Up in the sky like I'm Superman We hit a lick and now we wondering Where in the world do we take our future? If I were you I would lose you, man Leave your girl with a souvenir Look at me like I'm the champion, the champion Ah, can you help me? (Help me) Ah, can you help me? Oh yeah Can you help me? Ooh, he-help me Just wait a minute, I swear imma get it you said From Maryland to the moon, I'm chucking them deuces Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute From Maryland to the moon, I'm chucking them deuces Hey