Lavish (Unreleased) Logic (Ft. Jessica Andrea)

[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