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that Young Sinatra shit, yeah this that Young Sinatra shit
Shut the fuck up and listen whenever your Sinatra
your girl as fine as hell but she a Young Sinatra chick
Hey Bobby how can you tell? She on a Young Sinatra
All these rappers wack as fuck, make the Young sick
RattPack be the squad, that's that Young Sinatra
God damn, the Young Sinatra clique, God damn
Listen, yeah, I'm the realism in my life and actuality
Stuck to me fatality this shit is my galaxy
I am who the be
I'd be at academy
Killers be to be me
the shit like bifocal
Motherfuckers talk on the internet but in person they never
Come to the and fuck you up if you prefer to be local
I'm local, Noho, to Soho,
Getting G's I'm Frodo, you know ho I'm
Blessed like Sunday, flyer a runway
Little Bobby second guess that he goin' make it one day
One wake, or another my brother word to your
should give me a badge 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 turn out to spit it, it and rip it
I can murder your whole album with a 30 snippet
the Mary Jane like I'm running a train with Peter Parker
Until I have more sex in the city than Jessica
The deeper and I go it get darker
They say the the old me, the want the Young Sinatra back
The one that it, rip it up
Never gonna give it up around an
I'm all of that, fall back, like September again
Basking rappers so hard that they won't remember again
When it comes to Hip Hop, bitch I'm to this
apparent, I'm barring down like a parent
When the beef is at steak, I'm
My god lyricism surpass flows
I'm much than fast flows,
talk cash flows,
Great as the at past shows

Fuck that rap shit this trap shit (Bobby)
world is my contraption (Bobby)
I was born and in the trap son (Bobby)
Talk get kidnapped son (Bobby)
I don't know why I rap son (ayy)
Money in the bank, yeah I got (ayy)
Couple cars yeah I bought some (ayy)
Thought you flex Bobby get it done (ayy)
don't really know where I come from
Talking shit, I'm a come for it (what's good)
Tell me what you really about me right now
Everything I want I get it

Fuck that trap shit this rap shit
Give me the hand like the Baptist
to whip it I hoove in the catcher
Greatest alive 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 massacre though
Fuck what Logic had absent
Matter of fact it's not impossible but highly like
Saying the police isn't
But I'm liable to up into a station in blue face
fuck the police!
Blue lives a race
Fuck said this rap shit was never a race
This a marathon
you motherfuckers and carry on
Claiming that you really 'bout ya
You got Jim Carrey on, "Liar liar"
I might 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 shit like

Fuck that rap shit that trap shit (Bobby)
This world is my (Bobby)
I was born and raised in the son (Bobby)
shit get kidnapped son (Bobby)
I don't really why I rap son (ayy)
Money in the bank, yeah I got (ayy)
Couple sports cars yeah I bought (ayy)
Thought you never Bobby get it done (ayy)
Y'all don't really know where I come
Talking 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