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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 girl as fine as hell but she a Young chick
Hey Bobby how can you tell? She on a Young dick
All these rappers wack as fuck, make the Young Sinatra
RattPack be the squad, that's Young Sinatra clique
God damn, this the Young Sinatra clique, God
Listen, yeah, I'm visualizing the realism in my life and
Stuck to me yeah this shit is my galaxy
I am who the be
I'd rather be at
Killers be to be me
Magnify the shit bifocal
Motherfuckers talk on the internet but in person they vocal
Come to the hood and fuck you up if you to be local
I'm local, Noho, to Soho,
G's like I'm Frodo, you know ho I'm
Blessed like Sunday, than a runway
Little Bobby never second guess that he goin' it one day
One wake, or my brother word to your mother
They should give me a badge cuz I'm always

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 whole album with a 30 second snippet
Pass the Jane like I'm running a train with Peter Parker
Until I have more sex in the city than Parker
The deeper and I go it get darker
They say the want the old me, the want the Young Sinatra
The one murder it, rip it up
gonna give it up around an almanac
Yeah I'm all of that, fall back, September again
these rappers so hard that they won't remember again
When it to Hip Hop, bitch I'm indigenous to this
This apparent, I'm down like a parent
When the is at steak, I'm Astros
My god lyricism surpass flows
I'm more than fast flows,
talk cash flows,
Great as the numbers at past

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

Fuck that trap shit this rap shit
Give me the hand John the Baptist
Ready to whip it I hoove in the
alive like I'm Cassius
I put 'em all in caskets
They can't see me get this
I'm a bastard that mastered the and none of y'all ready for this massacre though
Fuck what Logic had absent
Matter of fact not impossible but highly improbable like
Saying the police isn't
But I'm liable to walk up into a station in face
Like the police!
Blue lives ain't a
Fuck whoever said this rap shit was never a
This a marathon
Murder you motherfuckers and on
Claiming that you 'bout ya shit
You got your Jim on, "Liar liar"
I might ya
Number one I die
never 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 rap shit this that trap shit (Bobby)
This is my contraption (Bobby)
I was born and in the trap 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 yeah I bought some (ayy)
Thought you flex 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