Man Of The Year

[Piano Intro] [Verse 1] I wonder what it feel like To do that shit in real life And now I know I got it That's the reason No I.D. has signed me on the dotted But it's still Visionary 'til the death of me Yeah, I'm tryna make it but I gotta find the recipe Greatest of all time, I want the world addressin' me At the hotel, these beautiful girls undressin' me I'm tryna stay focused, I guess that's the Lord testin' me I knew as a child, that this was my destiny They do it for the limelight But I make sure my rhyme's right Waiting 'til the time's right Smilin' at my mom's like Smilin' at my mom Smilin' at my mama Moët what we sippin' now We was never trippin' now We on private jets, in other words, that means that we trippin' now 'Cause they was over there, I was over here They was too scared while I was facin' my fears I've always been driven, but they too scared to steer That's why I compete with legends, motherfuck my peers [Chorus] I'm the man of the year, man of the year Man of the year, man of the year Man of the year, man of the year [Verse 2] They said I couldn't do it Back when I was broke goin' through it 'Til I got a deal, now they talkin' 'bout "I knew it" But you wasn't there in the beginnin' Nowhere to be found when I was down But you show up when I'm winnin' Uh, left me to drown, now I'm swimmin' I do it 'cause I love this shit Fuck the money, and the women, and the— And the whips with the rims still spinnin' I been at it since the beginnin' All these girls screamin', "Logic" But I wanna hear my real name Come from the lips of a beautiful woman, that's real, man Y'all act like I'm Superman But I can feel pain I should've gone crazy, and yet I'm still 'sane Love it when they sing to us Been shinin' what's bling to us Yeah, over here It's only been a year I was dirt broke, now I'm ballin' like a sphere [Chorus] I'm the man of the year, man of the year Man of the year, man of the year Man of the year, man of the year [Verse 3] Now that I'm in the limelight They hit me all the time like (Logic, you never call me) Shut the fuck up, ho, let me get my mind right 'Cause this is for the fans, who truly understand Real all the time, all of y'all my fam' Shootin' for the stars and I ain't finna land Givin' everything I can while they tell me I'm the man Makin' music is the plan Matter fact, you can call it plan B 'Cause I kill these rappers while they're in their infancy And I be first to pop off, infantry Gotta keep 'em in line like symmetry We all fam', same root, smokin' different tree And all these people in the crowd sound like a symphony Uh, to my ears, I love it when they cheer On the road to success, these haters in my rear I got nothin' to fear 'Cause the whole team here And everybody shoutin' (What they shoutin'?) [Chorus] You're the man of the year, man of the year Man of the year, man of the year Man of the year, man of the year