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[Verse 1: Logic] Okay, it's RattPack 'til my pulse flat We keep it real, no false rap I got four cars and they all black Got four broads and they all that We call that "ballin'," doin' this is my callin' Flow is so appallin', my phone off and she callin' I'm like, "Yeah, what it do?" Penthouse, man, what a view Fall back, 'cause I'm coming through with my whole team, they coming too That's real, too real, motherfucker, tell me how you feel I'm too good for my own good, I won't leak the album, I'll let it spill Number one, bitch, I bet it will, do the numbers I said it will I played the game and I'm still the same and I never changed just to get a deal [Chorus: Logic] Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin' I came from nothin' to somethin' like it's nothin' Yeah, you know I done it, nah, there's no discussion Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', I made a promise to my mama I'ma turn these zeros into 10's and commas Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', closin' million dollar deals Catch me swervin', burning hundred dollar bills, how it feel When you ballin', ballin', goin' places they'll never go It ain't all about the money, but I stack it 'cause you never know [Verse 2: Logic] I'ma live life 'til I overdose while they sleepin' on me, that's comatose I went mainstream with my main team You just mad as fuck, you ain't come close And your next girl is my ex-girl, she fine as hell, but she a mess girl All I do is rhyme, I got no time, so I can't reply to your text, girl Bitch I'm back again and I'll run it Always gotta keep it 100 All of y'all know y'all want it, turn it up and get blunted I'm like, "Fuck the money, fuck the fame" I came here to fuck up the game, gon' get it, I'm feelin' myself Fresh to death, bitch, I'm killin' myself; I'm gone We burnin' it up, step in the building, we turnin' it up Talkin' that shit, but they'll never admit When I step to the mic I be murderin' it And we livin' real good, mainstream, but it's still good I got raw shit, I got real shit But right now it's time for that feel good We call that "ballin'", doin' this is my callin' Flow is so appallin', my phone off and she callin' I'm like, "Yeah, what it do?", penthouse, man, what a view Fall back, 'cause I'm coming through With my whole team, they coming too [Chorus: Logic] That's ballin', ballin' I came from nothin' to somethin' like it's nothin' Yeah, you know I done it, nah, there's no discussion Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', I made a promise to my mama I'ma turn these zeros into 10's and commas Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', closin' million dollar deals Catch me swervin', burning hundred dollar bills, how it feel When you ballin', ballin', goin' places they'll never go It ain't all about the money, but I stack it 'cause you never know