“The Return,” the second single from Young Sinatra IV, can be seen as Logic’s official resurrection of his ‘Young Sinatra’ alter ego.

The song includes his Sinatra tag, a chorus from his 2012 track “Dear… Read More [Intro]

Satisfy

Satisfy

Yeah yeah, yeah

Satisfy this hung-you

Sinatra

Big Pepe

Satisfy

Oh, you got the studio shoutout

Satisfy

You feelin' good about yourself right now, huh?

Satisfy this hung-you (Yeah, 6ix)

[Verse 1]

Hold up let me get up in it now

Bitch, 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 fuck with nobody"

And I don't fuck with you, you, them, her and him too

'Cause don't none of y'all know a fucking thing 'bout what I been through

And all that superficial shit you love, I'm just not into

And when it comes to gettin' deep in this rap shit I've been to

Like the pussy, don't push me

I ain't no killer, but you know the rest

You think I caught the holy spirit how I'm feelin' blessed

Ain't no contest at all this wack shit, it just ain't no test

Step and get laid to rest, boy, step and get laid to rest

It ain't no "S" on my chest but I'm still gunnin'

While half of these motherfuckers still runnin'

I've earned everything I've attained and they steal from him

Like goddamn, I'm the motherfuckin' man

Used to call you a hater, you a motherfuckin' stan

Ain't nobody built himself a brand like me

I ain't signed a shoe deal 'cause I'm waitin' for Nike

To recognize all these youngins wanna be just like me

Cut the check for twenty million right now and we might see

Everybody rockin' my kicks, preachin' positivity

I get up, I get up

[Chorus]

I get up, when I'm down, had enough, almost drowned

When shit 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 shit 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 (Uh, yeah)

[Verse 2]

Never address me as "Robert" 'less it's 'bout 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 a 6ix beat

Flashbacks of havin' visions way back in G'Burg

Every single one of my homies and me work

Cuttin' had to get up out it, make a hit, forget about it

Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it

Ten years later, pick up the pen, write a hit about it

And back then, I thought I'd be defined by how good I rhyme

Not like these rappers with shit flows, but look good online

Not made to feel bad for speakin' bout this shit on my mind

Or called a faggot, a nigga, a cracker who wish he was blacker

I wish I could face my homophobic, racist attacker

And smack the shit outta they ass as peaceful as possible

It's highly improbable, it's stoppable

But still, way too many people feel how I feel

That's on the real, on the real, on the motherfuckin' real

[Chorus]

I get up, when I'm down, had enough, almost drowned

When shit 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 shit 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 motherfuck a Trump, said that shit on my last album but you wasn't tappin' in

Fuck a mumble let's make America rap again

Industry don't give a fuck about rap or what's happenin'

Fuck a hypebeast, bitch, now who seein' me?

Nobody reports the music, this shit, this rap TMZ

Nowadays everyone divided, so I collided with headlines

Preach that, go 'head boy, now 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

Open your mental, get out your feelin's like dental

This shit is consequential, lightin' a fire to the game

Can you rappers feel the flame? Nah, this shit won't be the same

Fuck 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, fuck the bling, but just might make you kiss the ring

All these rappers I came up on, I surpassed, I know it sting now

Don't try to twist my words and turn that into some shit

I love all you motherfuckers, just want to hear you spit

Dropped my last shit, the whole wide world applauded it

Game still ain't give me my credits, 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 callin' 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!