Perfect

Bitch, I did it, I made it, I'm loved and I'm hated I started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated They say, "Drink to your accomplishments," so every night I'm faded Feel like every other day, me and somebody new related You're my sister, cousin, brother from the other side? (The other side) I don't know who told you that (my mama) Well, she fucking lied Ayy, wake up, wake up, get your cake up Cut it up like it's cocaine, shake up All the streets with all these beats I body beats, I'm not discreet (per-per-perfect) This is how I feel on the inside All you non-talent rappin' motherfuckers better run and hide You worthless, you have no purpose, fuckin' imposter You gots to get it through your head You won't ever get no handout Fuckin' with your ass, it'd be like throwing a band out (per-per-perfect) My flow increased, my dough increased You know I leave 'em all deceased I am a fucking beast, I'm from the East I keep the peace, don't need a piece But I keep a piece, got it capiche? That boy gon' eat, this is a feast Once I release, I'm smokin' trees I bought my shit, I don't need no lease So f******u up like Master P (perfect) This shit right here a masterpiece, I'm comin' in hot like the police Shooting my shot like the police All on the block like the policemen, who gon' (stop, stop) The police from leaving bodies in the motherfuckin streets man? (Fire, per-per-perfect) Logic cites Nujabes, MF Doom, RZA, and Kanye West as key inspiration behind his production style