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Verse 1 - Logic:
Back again like I never left
Young Sinatra, that's to the death
We turnt up 'til we go deaf
Rep RattPack 'til my last breath
I cut records like Kid Cudi
Day and night, that's all the time
From the underground to the mainstream
My same team get all the shine
They wanted beef but I never knew
I just keep the peace and get revenue
Stay true, they never do
Cut all ties, I'll sever you
These rappers like women, that's off of their pill
We keeping it real but they flow is irregular
Grab the mic and I murder on the regular
While these b!tches hit me up on my cellular
I can't take the time that I take to rhyme
And just bullsh!t, man, that blow my mind
I'm 23 like MJ
That's no rest like overtime
Writing rhymes on the tour bus
We stay real to the core of us
They talk sh!t 'bout RattPack
But every day, man, there's more of us
That money come and that money go
But this music sh!t, man, that's all I know
I been broke and I got paid
Like a Goodfella that got made
I'm draped up and I'm dripped out
Went to school, got kicked out
Told my mama, she flipped out
Said “f**k it all” and I dipped out
But I'm back though, whole time
f**k b!tches, I just rhyme
Brand new state of mind
My lifestyle is so divine
Cause I've lived and I've learned
Now I hustle and earn
Cause once you in the limelight, everybody concerned
With your wellbeing, and if you feel okay
b!tch, you wasn't here a year ago
Why are you here today?
I've got professor paper, your money need an extension
I'm selling success, save up and pay attention
Money can't buy happiness, but that sh!t can support it
Cause what's a family of five if you can't even afford it?
Verse 2 - Dizzy Wright:
Feeling good, feeling great
Feeling like a XXL Freshman on your b!tch ass, n!gga
Creeping on the come-up with my n!gga Logic
Time to get it popping
Got your city watching, hit the stage, them titties popping
What it do? Bruh, I f**k with you
Don't let these haters knock ya
Keep it gangsta, keep it, keep it G
Don't keep them lames around
And f**k the world, f**k the, f**k the world
Y'all gon' feel my passion (pass the blunt)
I'mma create that sh!t that's f**kin' everlasting
And I'm overboard with the tactics
Walk out the house and I ain't even matching
But I'm stunting cause I'm the coolest and the youngest
I told ‘em I was a threat, they scared of what's next
I'm Christoper Dorner in effect if you speakin' down on my name
Walking down this road, I'm the only one in my lane
And my fingers getting itchy, that's that money coming to get me
Mr. Wright, Mr. Dizzy Wright, Vegas n!gga sh!t (making noise)
Wait a minute, ain't them n!ggas on the list?
Making moves, making super moves, who the f**k is you?
n!gga what? n!gga, n!gga, what? Them n!ggas the truth
It's an honor to be a part of the heart of the young Sinatra
You ain't gotta smoke weed, we gon' celebrate with this vodka
Grinding for some time, and I'm hella straight with the dollars
So if you call me and you need me, then I've got ya
Don't talk about being the realest, n!ggas gon' feel us regardless
We gotta keep on killing, I've got the mind of Martian
I'm spaced out somewhere in a world where I've never been
Living out my dreams and I'm still tryna settle in
See it's amazing, studio sessions, beautiful blessings
I'm faded, usually quiet, but I've got this message
So I speak it like I know it
Got my shot, I took it and I didn't f**kin' blow it
Now everything is in motion
Calling out my homies who understand what it means
To get off your ass, get on your grind and follow your dreams
Making it a fact to be great at what you achieve
If I lead, would you follow with a ease?
Verse 3 - Logic:
Open your mind, elevate to the level of this rhyme
Keep it G to the dime, many seek, never find
Never knowing when I'm flowing, feeling heroic, never ask
Chilling with your b!tch, I can't help but grab up on that ass
Swerving at 120 while she's rolling weed on the dash
Many never follow their dreams but follow the cash
And this is the reason the Reaper is coming for they ass
Top dollar, money, b!tches, Impalas
f**k it all, let me holler
And show you how we do it where I come from
We getting money for the long term, not just no lump sum
How you feeling?
Make a killing, b!tches higher than the ceiling
I'm Goku, you f**kers is Krillin with the spirit bomb
f**k around, throw your body on the lawn
Right in front of your mom, motherf**kers, I'm gone
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