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that Young Sinatra shit, yeah this that Young Sinatra shit
Shut the fuck up and 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 dick
All these rappers wack as fuck, make the Young Sinatra
RattPack be the squad, that's that Young Sinatra
God damn, this the Young Sinatra clique, God
Listen, yeah, I'm visualizing the in my life and actuality
to me fatality yeah this shit is my galaxy
I am who the be
I'd rather be at
Killers be to be me
Magnify the like bifocal
Motherfuckers talk on the internet but in person never vocal
Come to the and fuck you up if you prefer to be local
I'm local, Noho, to Soho,
Getting G's like I'm Frodo, you ho I'm
Blessed Sunday, flyer than a runway
Little Bobby second guess that he goin' make it one day
One wake, or another my word to your mother
They should 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 second
Pass the Mary Jane like I'm a train with Peter Parker
Until I more sex in the city than Jessica Parker
The deeper and deeper I go it get
They say the want the old me, the want the Young Sinatra
The one that it, rip it up
Never gonna give it up an almanac
Yeah I'm all of that, fall back, like September
Basking these so hard that they won't remember again
When it to Hip Hop, bitch I'm indigenous to this
apparent, I'm barring down like a parent
When the is at steak, I'm Astros
My god lyricism surpass flows
I'm much than fast flows,
Money talk flows,
Great as the numbers at past

Fuck that rap shit that trap shit (Bobby)
This 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)
in the bank, yeah I got some (ayy)
Couple sports cars I bought some (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)
me what you really know about me right now
Everything I want I get it

Fuck that trap this that rap shit
Give me the like John the Baptist
Ready to whip it I in the catcher
alive like I'm Cassius
I put 'em all in caskets
They can't see me get past
I'm a bastard that mastered the flow and none of ready for this massacre though
Fuck what Logic had absent
Matter of fact it's not but highly improbable like
the police isn't robbable
But I'm liable to walk up into a station in blue
fuck the police!
Blue lives ain't a
Fuck whoever said this rap shit was a race
This shit a
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
Will never
I am the
I am the God of this
is how we do it
Yeah I this shit, yes I started this shit like

Fuck that rap shit this that shit (Bobby)
world is my contraption (Bobby)
I was and raised 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 cars I bought some (ayy)
Thought you never Bobby get it done (ayy)
Y'all don't really know I come from
Talking shit, I'm a come for it (what's good)
Tell me what you really know about me now
Everything I I get it somehow