Logic - Ballin

right when I decide some shit, that truly wanna do

I get tired of that shit, no matter how good the pussy juice

my mama called that long ago, she know whats her baby stands for

ambitions reaching the ceiling tho, I got nothing to lose, so

put down your 44, and watch me fuck your bitch, like you should

i don’t have a gang, if anything i’m with the, with the bulls

English be my third language, I know, sounds like shit, to you

trust me finer things comes in small packages, we savages

gotta put that on my mattress and fillet that hoe,

this motherfucking game is getting weak, all this niggas do it wrong

all they do is put a face, to motherfucking song

written by a ghost, who knows, I just might be another one

 

 

suck a dick or die or suckerpunch, I fucking love that shit

I don’t rep a label but It sounds like I already have a deal

got a girl I love to death, parents whom I wanna kill

I mean, kill for, they gave me life, so imma chill