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This that Young Sinatra shit, yeah that Young Sinatra shit
Shut the fuck up and listen whenever your Sinatra
Yeah your as fine as hell but she a Young Sinatra chick
Hey Bobby how can you She on a Young Sinatra dick
All these rappers as fuck, make the Young Sinatra sick
RattPack be the squad, that's Young Sinatra clique
God damn, this the Young clique, God damn
Listen, yeah, I'm visualizing the realism in my 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 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 never second guess he goin' make it one day
One wake, or another my brother word to your
They 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 it, rewind it and rip it
I can murder your album with a 30 second snippet
Pass the Mary Jane like I'm running a train with Peter
Until I have sex in the city than Jessica Parker
The deeper and I go it get darker
They say the want the old me, the want the Sinatra back
The one that it, rip it up
gonna give it up around an almanac
Yeah I'm all of that, back, like September again
Basking these rappers so hard they won't remember again
When it comes to Hip Hop, bitch I'm indigenous to
apparent, I'm barring down like a parent
When the is at steak, I'm Astros
My god level lyricism surpass
I'm more than fast flows,
Money cash flows,
Great as the at past shows

Fuck that rap shit this that trap (Bobby)
This world is my (Bobby)
I was born and raised in the son (Bobby)
shit get kidnapped son (Bobby)
I really know why I rap son (ayy)
Money in the bank, yeah I got (ayy)
Couple sports cars yeah I some (ayy)
Thought you flex Bobby get it done (ayy)
Y'all don't really know I come 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 trap shit this that rap shit
Give me the hand John the Baptist
Ready to whip it I in the catcher
Greatest alive like I'm
I put 'em all in caskets
They can't see me get past
I'm a bastard that mastered the flow and none of y'all for this massacre though
Fuck what Logic had absent
Matter of fact not impossible but highly improbable like
the police isn't robbable
But I'm liable to up into a station in blue face
Like the police!
Blue lives ain't a
Fuck whoever said this rap shit was never a
shit a marathon
Murder you and carry on
Claiming you really 'bout ya shit
You got your Jim on, "Liar liar"
I crucify ya
Number one I die
Will retire
I am the
I am the God of shit
is how we do it
Yeah I started shit, yes I started this shit like

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