On “Keanu Reeves,” Logic pokes fun at himself by reciprocating the jokes and criticisms made about him, such as being biracial and the success of “1-800-273-8255” are mentioned.

The track was first teased by… Read More [Intro]

Yeah

[Chorus]

I'm the one, bitch, I am the one, like Keanu Reeves

Get it done, yeah, I get it done, no blood on the leaves

They can't leave us hangin', no, no, not no more, best believe

Yeah, that shit is banging, Bobby killed it with no time to grieve

I'm the one, bitch, I am the one, like Keanu Reeves

Get it done, yeah, I get it done, no blood on the leaves

They can't leave us hangin', no, no, not no more, best believe

Yeah, that shit is banging, Bobby killed it with no time to grieve, ayy

[Verse 1]

At the Garden, sitting courtside, look around like, "Oh my God"

I just sold this motherfucker out, I ain't even try

I ain't one to floss, but I got plaques, run it back

Once I touch down, I go deep like a running back

Just jumped on the private jet and rolled a joint

Played the beat then wrote that joint

Wrote a whole movie, then I sold that joint

Fuck Illuminati, that boy 6ix got my back

6ix made this beat, 6ix bring the heat you got on repeat

Word on the street

Can't no one compete, I'm spectacular

That boy got the sauce on the RAGÚ-lar

I don't play no games 'less we talkin' Fortnite

Finally knew I made it, sittin' at the red light

When them soccer moms pull up in they van while I ride

Like, "Oh my God, children, it's the 1-800 guy"

But my doors suicide, yeah, I'm too alive

Bitch, I have arrived, everybody know I'm one hell of a guy

I ain't tryna fuck your girl, I'm tryna fuck your mama

Fuck the drama, bank account got a extra comma

Yeah, they sweat me like the sauna

Red carpet in my own merch, like that shit is designer

Did you know I'm mixed like Obama?

It ain't a project if Logic ain't talkin' 'bout being biracial

Bicoastal, I'm platinum, go postal, I'm snappin'

Yeah, you know Bobby, but prolly' only know my new shit

That trap shit, that cool shit, but they all know that fool spit

[Chorus]

I'm the one, bitch, I am the one, like Keanu Reeves

Get it done, yeah I get it done, no blood on the leaves

They can't leave us hangin', no, no, not no more, best believe

Yeah, that shit is banging, Bobby killed it with no time to grieve

I'm the one, bitch, I am the one, like Keanu Reeves

Get it done, yeah, I get it done, no blood on the leaves

They can't leave us hangin', no, no, not no more, best believe

Yeah, that shit is banging, Bobby killed it with no time to grieve, ayy

[Verse 2]

Yeah, you know you made it when they make a meme for ya

Haters that never made it, I'm livin' the dream for ya

Roll up, grab the kush and then roll up

Hold up, better give me what I want when I show up

You know what I do, not who coming through

How 'bout you?

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool

I don't fuck with nobody like mean girls in high school

I don't give a damn that I'm famous

Why it seem like every single celebrity shameless, it's dangerous

Got 50 million but my swag on food stamps

All these models poppin' bottles, bitch, I ain't tryna dance

She said, "No, I don't wanna pay my bills"

I need a hard workin' woman with respect who will

This for everybody who ain't made it yet

Got five degrees and six figures in debt

Follow your dreams ho, follow your— follow your—, uh

Somebody calling your, uh, it's destiny

Hold up with the turn up for a second man, who's testing me?

I got so much power, don't know why the heavens blessing me

PLP, I think that is the recipe

So I'ma take a moment, use my power for good

Fuck the bullshit, do what you love and get out the hood

[Chorus]

I'm the one, bitch, I am the one, like Keanu Reeves

Get it done, yeah I get it done, no blood on the leaves

They can't leave us hangin', no, no, not no more, best believe

Yeah, that shit is banging, Bobby killed it with no time to grieve

I'm the one, bitch, I am the one, like Keanu Reeves

Get it done, yeah, I get it done, no blood on the leaves

They can't leave us hangin', no, no, not no more, best believe

Yeah, that shit is banging, Bobby killed it with no time to grieve, ayy