Logic – The Return Lyrics

The Return Lyrics by Logic

[Intro]
Satisfied
Satisfied
Yeah yeah, yeah
Satisfied has come to you
Sinatra
Big Pepe
Satisfied
Oh, you got the studio shoutout
Satisfied
You feeling good about yourself right now, huh?
Satisfied is has come to you “6ix”

[Verse 1]
Hold up let me get it now
B—h, I’m here to win it now
L-O-G-I-C, I’m feeling free, I’m finna bring it now
If you know the words take a step back and sing it now
Never thought I’d have to, but I keep the windows tinted now
Like, la-di-da-di, who got the keys to my Audi?
Last time I said, it went viral, I don’t f–k with nobody
And I don’t f–k with you, you, them, her and him too
‘Cause none of y’all know a f—–g thing ’bout what I been through
And all that superficial s–t you love I’m just not into
And when it comes to getting deep in this rap s–t I’ve been to
Like the p—y, don’t push me
I ain’t no killer, but you know the rest
You think I caught the holy spirit how I’m feeling blessed
Ain’t no contest to all this wack s–t, it just no test
Step and get laid to rest, boy, step and get laid to rest
And ain’t no “S” on my chest but I’m still gunning
While half of these m———–s still running
I’ve learned everything I’ve attained and they still ‘front him
Like God d–n, I’m the m———–g man
Used to call you a hater, you a m———–g stan
Ain’t nobody built himself a brand like me
I ain’t signed a shoe deal ’cause I’m waiting for Nike
To recognize all these youngins wanna be just like me
Cut the check for 20 Million right now and we might see
Everybody rocking my kicks, preaching positivity

[Hook/Chorus]
I get up “ty”, I get up “ty”
I get up, when I’m down
Had enough, almost drowned, when s–t rough
I get tough and when I’m beaten to the ground
I get up, I get up
I get up, uh, uh
I get up, uh, uh
I get up, when I’m down
Had enough, almost drowned, when s–t rough
I get tough and when I’m beaten to the ground
I get up, I get up
I get up, uh, uh
I get up, uh, uh
I get up

[Verse 2]
Never address me as “Robert” unless it’s by that Dinero
Far from a hero, I ain’t never saving hoes
I’m not defined by these clothes, and zeros
It don’t matter if you got six dollars or six figures on the creep
‘Cause in the end we all six feet deep
Meanwhile, I’ll be immortalized on the 6ix beat
Flashbacks and having visions way back in G’Burg
Every single one of my homies and me work
And had to get up out it, make a hit, forget about it
Younging wit’ a dream and nobody gave a s–t about it
Ten years later pick up a pen and write a hit about it
And back then I thought I’d be defined by how good I rhyme
Not like these rappers with s–t flows, but look good online
Not made bad to talk about this s–t that be on my mind
Or called a f—-t or n—a or cracker who wish we were blacker
I wish I could face my homophobic, racist attacker and smack the s–t outta they a-s
This beef is impossible, highly improbable, unstoppable
But still, too many people feel how I feel
That’s on the real, on the real, on the m———–g real

[Hook/Chorus]
I get up, when I’m down
Had enough, almost drowned, when s–t rough
I get tough and when I’m beaten to the ground
I get up, I get up
I get up, uh, uh
I get up, uh, uh
I get up, when I’m down
Had enough, almost drowned, when s–t rough
I get tough and when I’m beaten to the ground
I get up, I get up
I get up, uh, uh
I get up, uh, uh

[Verse 3]
Ayo m———–g Trump said that s–t on my last album but you wasn’t tapping in
F–k a mumble let’s make America rap again
Industry don’t give a f–k about rap or what’s happening
F–k a Hype Beast, b—h, now who seeing me?
Nobody reports the music, this s–t, this rap TMZ
Nowadays everyone divided, so I collided with headlines to preach that
Go ‘head now boy and preach that
Wash my hands of this negativity, word to three stacks
So fresh, so clean, who the illest on the scene?
Wu-Tang, get the cream
Sinatra ‘gon reign Supreme
Hoping your mental get out your feelins like dental
This s–t is consequential, lighting a fire to the game
Can you rappers fill the flame? Nah, this s–t won’t be the same
F–k a rap beef, I promise I want all of y’all to prosper
But deep down you know it’s only ‘gon be one Mufasa
I’m the king, f–k the bling, but just might make you kiss the ring
All these rappers I came up on, I surpassed on, I know it sting now
Don’t try to twist my words and turn that into some s–t
I love all you m———–s, just want to hear you spit
Dropped my last s–t, the whole wide world applauded it
Game still ain’t giving me my credit so I’ma audit it
I’m heartless like Kanye in ’08
Yeah that’s word to NO I.D
Now they all know who I be
I’m calling out Jay-Z to jump up on the track with me and smack the whole industry
Show ’em what that real rap do
The ball’s in your court, Hov
I hope to hear from Guru, woo!