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This Young Sinatra shit, yeah this that Young Sinatra shit
Shut the up and listen whenever your Sinatra spit
Yeah your as fine as hell but she a Young Sinatra chick
Hey Bobby how can you tell? She on a Young Sinatra
All these rappers as fuck, make the Young Sinatra sick
RattPack be the squad, that Young Sinatra clique
God damn, this the Young clique, God damn
Listen, yeah, I'm the realism in my life and actuality
Stuck to me fatality yeah this shit is my
I am who the be
I'd be at academy
be glad to be me
Magnify the shit like
Motherfuckers talk on the internet but in person never vocal
Come to the hood and fuck you up if you prefer to be
I'm local, Noho, to Soho,
Getting G's I'm Frodo, you know ho I'm
Blessed like Sunday, flyer than a
Little Bobby never second guess he goin' make it one day
One wake, or another my brother word to mother
They should give me a cuz I'm always under-covers

God I'm a miraculous man
You I get, I get it, I get it, I get it
They out to spit it, rewind it and rip it
I can your whole album with a 30 second snippet
Pass the Mary Jane like I'm running a train with Parker
Until I have more sex in the city Jessica Parker
The deeper and deeper I go it get
say the want the old me, the want the Young Sinatra back
The one murder it, rip it up
Never gonna give it up around an
I'm all of that, fall back, like September again
Basking these rappers so hard that they won't again
When it to Hip Hop, bitch I'm indigenous to this
This apparent, I'm barring like a parent
the beef is at steak, I'm Astros
My god level lyricism flows
I'm much more fast flows,
Money cash flows,
as the numbers at past shows

Fuck that rap shit this trap shit (Bobby)
This world is my (Bobby)
I was born and raised in the son (Bobby)
Talk get kidnapped son (Bobby)
I don't really why I rap son (ayy)
Money in the bank, I got some (ayy)
Couple sports yeah I bought some (ayy)
Thought you never Bobby get it done (ayy)
Y'all don't really know where I from
that shit, I'm a come for it (what's good)
Tell me you really know about me right now
Everything I I get it somehow

Fuck that trap this that rap shit
Give me the hand like John the
Ready to whip it I in the catcher
alive like I'm Cassius
I put 'em all in caskets
They see me get past this
I'm a bastard that mastered the flow and none of y'all ready for this massacre
what Logic had absent though
Matter of fact it's not but highly improbable like
Saying the police robbable
But I'm liable to walk up into a station in face
Like the police!
Blue lives ain't a
Fuck whoever this rap shit was never a race
This a marathon
you motherfuckers and carry on
Claiming you really 'bout ya shit
You got Jim Carrey on, "Liar liar"
I crucify ya
one 'til I die
Will retire
I am the
I am the God of this
is how we do it
Yeah I started this shit, yes I started this like

Fuck rap shit this that trap shit (Bobby)
This world is my (Bobby)
I was and raised in the trap son (Bobby)
Talk shit get son (Bobby)
I really know why I rap son (ayy)
Money in the bank, yeah I got (ayy)
Couple sports cars I bought some (ayy)
Thought you never flex Bobby get it (ayy)
Y'all don't really where I come from
Talking shit, I'm a come for it (what's good)
Tell me what you know about me right now
Everything I I get it somehow