20 of the Best Lyrics From Logic’s ‘Bobby Tarantino II’ Mixtape
What most onlookers perceive as overnight success is usually a byproduct of patience and consistency—preparation for the big moment. Logic can attest to this. Since being selected as a XXL Freshman and inking a deal with Def Jam Records in 2013, the Maryland native hasn't taken his foot off the gas, releasing three studio albums and gradually building his grassroots fan base into one of the most devoted in all of rap. The world at large discovered what his cult core following had known for years when Logic dropped his most recent album, 2017's Everybody, which marked his emergence as one of rap's most talented young lyricists. The project debuted atop the Billboard charts, with singles like the Grammy-nominated "1-800-273-8255" raising his stock to new heights.
Looking to further add to his résumé, Logic kicks off 2018 with Bobby Tarantino II, the sequel to his acclaimed 2016 mixtape. In contrast to his albums, which tend to be conceptual in nature, Bobby Tarantino II captures Logic in all of his unbridled splendor, getting his flex on while delivering food for thought across the mixtape's 13 tracks. With guest appearances including Wiz Khalifa, Big Sean, 2 Chainz, and Marshmello, and production being handled by the likes of 6ix, DJ Khalil, Frank Dukes, Illmind and Kevin Randolph, Bobby Tarantino II serves as another reminder of Logic's brilliance and knack for getting his bars off.
After a few thorough listens, XXL picked out 20 of the most impressive lyrics, couplets and wordplay from Bobby Tarantino II.
"Life good, 'cause I just got quoted 200 a show/Oh no, oh no, 200 a show/Overnight, all this money that I've been makin', I gave it right back/To all of the people that made me, you know we like that/Don't know why your bitch wanna date me, but I can't fight that/Guess you ain't done shit for her lately, not on the right track" —Logic
"Bobby, tell me who really 'bout it/Bitch, I got it, not a single person work harder than Bobby/Just wrote a novel, starrin' in a movie/Built another business while you at the party/Ain't one to flex, but yeah I'm finna flex/I just parked that new i8 right next to the Audi/Copped that G-Wagon right there for my shawty/Yeah, now they know the name, yeah, they know Bobby" —Logic
"Let that bitch breathe/Most of these people can't never ever comprehend all the shit that I've seen/I am polite than a mothafucka, but when I grip that mic I get mean/Come now, you know what I mean/Pepe done got the boy lean/Yeah you could doubt me, say what you want 'bout me/But I am a rappin' machine" —Logic
"I'm just tryna live life, I'm just tryna get right/Anybody got advice/I know I'm a workaholic but everybody got a vice/I leave 'em diminished/And I do not know if you know that I am so/Ahead of my time that my whole motherfuckin' discography's already finished" —Logic
"Pull up with that new-new in the driveway/So fast I double park that bitch sideways/When it comes to life I do it my way/Smoked out 180 on the highway/Yeah I'm sitting shotgun, gotta let my shorty drive/I'm so alive, leave that pussy crucified" —Logic
"Hell nah, fuck rap, fuck beef, anyone that hate me, I wish you success/I wish you look in the mirror and ask yourself why you suppressed/If feelings of self-hatred that you wan' project on me/Bet if I never picked up the mic then we might be homies/But you jealous, you look at my life and you feel envy/Constantly comparing yourself to me and feel empty" —Logic
"Riding 'round the city with my homies blowing trees/Wavy like the seven seas/Living life, let me get it right/Let me give it a minute to get up in it like a beautiful independent woman finna' make you wait to smash/Come now let me count this cash/Come now let me set this flash" —Logic
"Nigga like we smoking all weekend/And I roll and smoke when I'm drinkin'/Tell them open that dope but don't peek in/We be havin' a OG Kush meetin'/If we smokin' that dope it's a reason/I sell love from the chiefin'/I be getting high when I wake up and roll me one more 'fore I'm sleeping" —Logic
"This that RATTPACK and that Taylor Gang/They know the face and they know the name/I'm a married man with a bad wife/Never fuck around unless it's Mary Jane/Come play the game, honestly never the same/Just like my flow, got one for every occasion/Living the life so my life is amazing" —Logic
"Ayy, goddamn these bitches is thirsty, they see a rapper but they ignore the band/I ain't talkin' 'bout musicians you stupid bitch, talkin' about what's on my hand/Bitch I been addin' it for a minute, this all been a part of my plan/Sold millions of records before the radio, damn, it feel good to be the man" —Logic
"Check the data, matter of fact check the state of mind/After I'm finished, these rappers ain't in a state to rhyme/Straight to your mind now/Feel this shit like it's some Braille/Way too heavy for the scale/All I know about is bars like I couldn't make the bail/It ain't never room to fail/Only growing and prevail" —Logic
"Listen, yeah—I’m visualizing the realism of life in actuality/Sense in me, fatality/Yeah, this shit is my galaxy/I am who the baddest be, I’d rather be at academia/Killers, I'm be glad to be me/Magnify the shit like bifocal/Motherfuckers talk on the Internet, but in person they never vocal/Come to the hood and fuck you up if you prefer to be local/I’m local from Noho to Soho/Getting Gs like I’m Frodo, you know, hoe" —Logic
"The Young Sinatra spit it, rewind it, and rip it/I could murder your whole album with a 30-second snippet/Pass the Mary Jane like I’m runnin' a train with Peter Parker/Until I have more sex in the city than Sarah Jessica Parker/The deeper and deeper I go, it get darker/They say they want the old me, they want the Young Sinatra back/The one that murder it, rip it up, no, never givin' up on the almanac" —Logic
"I just paid 10 million in taxes/Finger fuck all of them bastards way back in my GED classes/I don't mean to stunt on they asses, but I'm finna stunt on they asses/Yeah, I'm finna stunt on they asses/Fast forward, I rap for the masses, from Maryland to Calabasas" —Logic
"You know my destiny is somewhere over the catastrophe/You know your majesty, you don't smoke strong, that's muscle atrophy/That's such a tragedy/I see murder like it's Master P/Drug dealin' academy, summa cum laude/I made A's, rarely made a B/Watch in 1080p, cost 80 apiece/I need 80 Gs, verses ADD" —2 Chainz
"Built myself an empire/You can have rap, I'ma set the whole wide world on fire/Rattpack, that's a fact/How you go from Bobby Tarantino to the boom bap? It's a trap/Bring it right back, I do it all 'cause I like that/You can't put me in a box, my talent put me in the mansion/Rap without Logic's like the game with no expansion/Answer, damn I'm feelin' handsome" —Logic
"Bitch I'm the one I consistently prove/I stuck to the code like a finishing move/I hit a groove, that they can't undo/And over the years all I did was improve/Don Life, toss dice/On my off-night, I left the doubts and now I'm alright/I'm a new me, they haven't seen this shit, like Vader wearing all white" —Big Sean
"Tell me how you want it, got the pedal to the metal/I'm a gunner like a semi-automatic/I'm bringin' the static/I had it, I had to get a unhooked like an addict/And yeah, I'm glad that it went through the way it did/Never thought the radio would play the kid/They never care, 'til you make it big/Now they say triple-platinum/Finger fuck the people said that never would happen" —Logic
"Ayy, bitch, I've been goin' and goin' like the Energizer/Yeah, I'm supplyin' the wood like Elijah/In the cut, smokin' on indica/Might fuck around and compartmentalize ya/They say, they say life is a bitch/And if that is the case then I'm finna surprise her/No, I am not an adviser, but I do advise ya/To pay attention, never need to mention" —Logic
"Levitated like I'm David Blaine/Livin' a dream like I'm David Aames/Talk all you want, we are not the same/Step in the spot, now they know the name/Sold more albums my first week than Harry Styles and Katy Perry/If that ain't a sign of the times then I don't know what is, man this shit is scary/'Cause bitch, I've been blowin' up like C-4 and I'm 3 for 3 like a free throw/Anybody hatin' on the boy, take a step back and then deep-throat" —Logic