Correction Paroles Ballin' par Logic

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(feat. Shy Grey)

(The Uncle Drew Soundtrack)

[Logic]
Okay, it's RattPack 'til my pulse flat
We keep it real, no false rap
I got four cards 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
Motherf*cker, 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
Due to numbers, I said it will
I played the game and I'm still the same
And I'll never change, just to get a deal

[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 tens 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

[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 f*ck, you ain't come close
And ya' 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 one hundred
All of y'all know y'all want it
Turn it up and get blunted
I'm like "f*ck the money, f*ck the fame"
I came here to f*ck 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
Talking 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

[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 tens 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

[Shy Grey]
Yeah, you know that we ballin', we been goin' all-in
Hold on, let me slow it down, so y'all get the shit
These haters talk, but I don't give a shit
Got models, bottles, and the piff is lit
But we ballin', kinda like Spalding and Rawlings
On the road to riches never stallin'
Got your girl all up all on my nuts
But she do it with joy, no almonds, ugh
Living life to perfection
VIP, that's the section
Presidential watch, presidential suites
You would think we held an election
It go Logic first, then I'm up next
I do not converse, I just cut checks
I do not rehearse, I just drop the verse
I need to cop a hearse, 'cause I'm fresh to death
I bet you never seen so much designer
Never seen a nigga with a bitch that's finer
Boy, I stunt when I ain't even tryna
Swaggin' is nice, but first I'ma rhymer
And I rep Maryland, home of the Terrapins
Say you spit crack, homie, we spit that heroin
Bring it right to your front door like I'm carolin'
Standing next to me would be so embarrassin'
Yeah, we be ballin'

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