Текст песни Orville (feat. Like, Blu & Exile) - Blu , Exile , Like , Logic

(What's the threat?)
Bitch, I'm on one
Yeah, you fuckin' with the wrong-wrong one
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Little echoes (wrong one, wrong one)
Yeah, you fuckin' with the wrong-wrong one
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh (bitch, I'm on one)

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
Yeah, yeah, ayo (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh)

Ayo, what's the deal? Mind too active, can't sit still
I kinda feel like I just took a limitless pill
I'm Captain Mercer on the beat, watch me murder the Krill
That's a sci-fi reference, nerd shit my preference

Family is the only thing that matters, bitch, I'm Stephen
I can't believe at first sight you thought I was Steve
Bitch, I orphan you, shape-shift and morph into your mom
Slit your throat and make it look like she's the one that committed the crime

You know I'm too committed to rhyme since my first show in Chicago
Never throwin' shade, we keepin' it light like vitiligo
Chain around my neck glisten like El Dorado
Can't fuck bitches with baggage, you married a ho with cargo

Bitches be jumpin' ship word to Argo
If you don't understand that line, no need for an apology
You stupid motherfucker, I'm referencing Greek mythology
I never went to college, B

And made millions while you pissed like you majored in urology
Now logically, I'm the top emcee
How dare you got the nerve to bring that weak shit? Neuropathy
Ain't no stoppin' me, even if you stand on my grave, you never toppin' me

Down, down, that's how we get down
Down, yeah-yeah, you know get down
Pick the mic up, and then we get down
Down, so high up that it's down

Wow, my shit so profound
Wow, y'all done bit the whole style
Wow, I don't trip, I just smile
Murderous shit, I fit the profile

Murder was the case, had that shit on sight
Play this in the whip, man, that shit gon' crank
You steady talkin' shit like your shit don't stank (uh-huh, uh-huh)
News flash, buddy, we're the shit, move right

From irrelevant back to relevant in a matter of seconds
Tired of misconceptions, Mr. Raphy inhaled it in my direction
Intelligent and I'm tellin' it, droppin' heavy shit that's still heaven sent
The precious prince, upmost, definite, dead, it ain't

Four niggas can't fathom who they fin' with
Wore no condom, you still can't come correct with it
I represent a specialist or artist who never charted but never parted
Off the record it is the hardest, this is how all unfolds in 'til the win
I never fail, leafs do emcees too but the pros propel, don't tell
Another cup of XXL, trouble for sale
Back bustin' a couple of shells, for Durell

Logic, I explained what the deal
Back then it was a film per album, plus a couple mill'
Plug pulled the rug from up under my wheels
Humbly kill, stomach and pills, tumblin' bills shit

Killed the player like Jada did Will Smith
For tryna play the same game, nigga, you will quit
I still spit, like it's front of my throat, 'til I'ma go
Still not a G.O.A.T but I feel like the G.O.A.T, end of my quote, go

Bitch, I'm on one, yeah, you fuckin' with the wrong-wrong one
Bitch, I'm on one, bitch, I'm on one
Yeah, you fuckin' with the wrong one, with the wrong one, one, one
Yeah, you fuckin' with, you fuckin' with
You fuckin' with, you fuckin' with the wrong-wrong one
You fuckin' with, you fuckin' with
You fuckin' with, you fuckin' with the wrong-wrong one