[Intro: Logic and Frank Sinatra]
Sitting there in that purple chair
You appear to glow from inside
And you understand, I'm foolish man
You forgave..
(Sinatra) Uh (Rattpack boi)
Yeah yeah (Rattpack boi)
Uh uh, yeah (Shoutout my engineer Bobby)
Yeah (yeah)
Wassup, uh, uh-uh
Motherfucker, set it, uh

[Verse 1: Logic]
Motherfucker, what's the deal-y?
Soundtrack to breakin' down to Philly
Homie really?
Uh, yeah, yeah
It's the vanilla killa, ain't another illa' but Dilla
We ain't in it for the Skrilla
I be chilling in a villa with a bad bitch
This shit is lavish (So lavish)
I said this shit is lavish (So lavish)
Conversations while the Empire State in the backdrop
Spittin' bars with Nas on the Manhattan rooftop
Talkin' business and predictin' what quarter the tape will drop
Fifteen writin' rhymes inspired by Illmatic
I'm still at it, every record I record leave the record shattered
Cause I be in the lab for a month
Searching for inner peace through meditation like a monk
I'm over their head and yet they still sleeping like the bottom bunk
Why these thirsty bitches throw me pussy like I got 'em drunk
I master the flow, these up-and-comers have only spilt
Just got back from Ireland, so you know the show I kilt
I never truly admire the empire I built
'Cause when you're comfortable, power shifts and positions tilt (Yeah)
Power shifts and positions tilt
[Verse 2: Logic]
Now we livin' in the Hills (Livin' in the Hills)
I remember way back when I couldn't pay the bills (Couldn't pay the bills)
Now everybody hit me up like, "Bobby, how it feel?" (How it feel)
Feel like I ain't satisfied with just a couple mill' (Nuh-uh)
Now it ain't all about the money, it's about the fam (It's about the fam)
What's all the money in the world if you ain't got a plan (I don't know)
Goddamn, I'll be damned
Seem like everyone know who I am (Who I am)
People coming at me with empty pockets and open hands like, "This is what I would if I was you", but you ain't (But you ain't)
And you'll never be, I know it bugs you, so I can't (So I can't)
Keep it going, get paid by the letters so I keep it flowin' (uh yeah uh uh yeah)
Always in my business, yeah I got ya, I'm already knowing
Seem like every second every minute, I've been in it, this shit feel infinite (Yeah)
Just playin' the game, who knew I would win it (Yeah)
Keep the windows tinted cause now people know they image (Now they know they image)
Know the image, goddamn

[Verse 3: Logic]
I got it like that
Ain't no need for grippin' the gat, keep it wrapped
We never slack, motivation attack, it's a fact (Haha)
Bitches swear they love me, I'm like where the tat? (Yeah yeah)
Pussy wetter than a beretta that fell in the deep end (Ayo)
Now she creepin' talkin' about she apart of my life, uh-uh
A friend of my enemy ain't no friend of me (Yeah)
So dont pretend to me
I'm getting money like it's ten of me
Rockin' bitches finna be the end of me
Hope they remember me
It's lavish
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)(Logic)
Uh, everything is lavish (Everything is lavish)
Ya (Everything is)
Rattpack, motherfucker (Everything is)
Lavish (Everything is lavish)
Yeah (yeah, everything is lavish)
Bobby Soxer, what up?
Uh (This is everything)
Album coming soon, motherfuckers, like...
[Logic & Jessica Andrea]
Yeah, that's that real shit
Get the album, goddamnit
My white girl voice
Okay
Fuck y'all