44 Bars (Logic Remix)

If you're dealing war, backwards stay far

We're dealing with truths and rights

Come some more into my sight

Yeah, I know my life is messed up, I've been tryin' to fix the shit

Since I finished the mixtape I've still kept writing shit

All the people that don't get that I have changed

It doesn't matter, 'cause I am just here to play the game

The incredible mixtape, what an incredible mixtape

The more I write, and I feel more like I've sealed my fate

I used to think that I would make it with this fucking rap shit

I still believe it, but it's harder now, with people that sit

Beside me and just tell me that I can't do it

It ain't about the fame and the money and all the bitches

It's about the fans and the fam and the people who all love the shit

But don't get it twisted, the words I'm writing are still the real shit

The white rapper, the young rapper, makin' you feel shit

The one person you see that you start to wonder "Who's this?"

Same level, the same rebel that never settled

Coarse and shit like some sand, but more precious than an emerald

And I know you hit me up but I won't answer

'Cause shit is different now, avoiding people like it's cancer

I used to spend all my time trying to turn up with you

But now I write this song to let you know that that's an issue

I am not me, I'm the person that I try to look like I am

'Cause if I didn't, you wouldn't be here, you just don't understand

And even then, that shit is hard, I just don't publish it

'Cause honestly I don't fuck with this world, no publicist

That misconception, "Cause I rap, I must be filled with pride"

Shit I ain't cocky, if you heard I was then someone lied

People in my ear telling me, "Turn up shit"

Actions speak louder than words, I tell 'em "Fuck that shit"

Since the first album, I'm getting up there with all my fucking people

Within two months I gave you an EP and it was regal

I fucking dare you just to find a word that I don't get

I'll use it in my next track, fucking watch the shit, the words I bend

Fuck all that murderous syllable shit right now just let me vent

I'll fucking starve the shit, reduce they diet like it's lent

As soon as money hits my pocket, then that shit is getting spent

Don't fuck with checks, so when I bounce I prefer cash instead

Acting more suspicious than a fucking white van

When I bring up my shit, I know that ya'll don't give a damn

There's ups and downs, don't get me wrong, but right now I just don't have shit

Felt like I'd fucking sell myself to make it with this rap shit

You think you got enough money then just come fucking ask

I'ma attain it by working, sweating, and busting my ass

I haven't made it yet, but ya'll know that I will someday

At least I don't drink to avoid the stress, you'd call that Cham-pain