This joint for the fans in the stands with their hands in the air, wave left to right

For the Kings and the Queens in the pent house Suites

Living lavish lives

This joint for the fans in the stands with their hands in the air, wave left to right

For the Kings and the Queens in the pent house Suites

Living lavish lives

We lavish (lavish), lavish (lavish)

Caviar with a bad b**h

Ceviche out the chalice show my people round my palace

Yeah, we lavish (lavish), lavish (lavish)

Caviar with a bad b**h

Balancing my talents, my black card ain't maxin'

Yea, we bout' it

Ousting the foes who doubted

Spouting the flow out my mouth like a fountain

Driven like Aston

Hold up, roll up, hit it, pass it

Ridin' high, sittin' low

[?], but I'm gettin' though

From the starting line to the end zone

We runnin' the game and that's all that we know

And I'm cooling, just me and my team

G to a T

Tell me who have it, I be

Too under esteemed

Who I'ma be, one of the best with Immaculate steez

And I rap to the beat with an accuracy

Gotta master the craft when you after the cheese

Craft to the suite

Pedal to the metal, never settle for the what?

Never settle for defeat

I'm one of the best though

Swimmin' in women, perfected the breast stroke

Never the less though, I'ma keep it a hundred percent to the death though

I stack that cheese like pesto

On tracks, I beast like Pecko

Just know that I'm ready to ride if you ready to slide and Dip low like techno

Logic

Let me get like this, hold up

Get it like this, hold up

F**k around, get the blunt rolled up

Let me load up, never know what might go down sho'nuff

M**r wanna bluff

Had enough, at the RattPack, never that

Let me get it, I gotta get it like a m**r that wanna hit it all night

That's right, just here for the light

F**k around here for the night

On the road for success, never veer to the right

Here for the fight

Everybody here, alright

Shout out to Juice and Mojo for show though

Putting this verse in Soho

Oh no, I ain't f**n' with no ho

B**h you cannot get a photo

In the back of the 4 door, solo, dolo (Dolo)

B**h, I'm too... B**h, I'm too. B**h, I'm too alive

Never talk about suicide

Unless we talking 'bout both of the doors on my newer ride

From Maryland way up to Boston

Yea, we be flossin', that s**t be do or die

Right now it's you and I

L.O.G.I.C I know I get down

Bow down to the man with the crown

I got Caviar by the boat load

F**o by the throat load

I'm livin' the s**t that you dreaming about

And I won't go back to the old school

These ojos seen old h**s

They gold news, my rollie got a rollie

I'm double timing these old dudes

Ride around with a bad broad

Fast car with the top back

Fast lane, like Nascar

Champagne, I pop that

Bought a black car, with a black card

Don't act hard, you not that

Got a Jaguar for the side chick

Now she give me that bobcat

All that and a bag of Lays

Hit the sheets with a freak I bag and lay

They cop feelins' like PD

I cop a feel like David Blaine, it's magic, no hat-trick

I mask emotion, like masquerade on an escapade up in the Escalade

When I drop this track, I'ma escalate