[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