� It's the Young Sinatra ***, yeah that's the Young Sinatra *** Shut the *** up and listen whenever Young Sinatra spit Yeah, your girl fine as hell, but she a Young Sinatra chick Hey Bobby, how can you tell she on a Young Sinatra dick? All these rappers wack as ***, make the Young Sinatra sick Rap ***, be the squad, that's the Young Sinatra clique Goddamn, say that's the Young Sinatra clique Goddamn, listen, yeah I'm visualizing the realism of life in actuality Steps in me, fatality, yeah, this *** is my galaxy I am who the baddest be I'd rather be at the academy of killers, I'm glad to be me Magnify this *** like bifocal Mother***ers talk on the internet, but in person ain't never vocal Come to the hood and *** you up if you prefer to be local I'm local from Noho to Soho, gettin' G's like a photo, you know ho I'm blessed like Sunday, flyin' in a runway Lil' Bobby never second guess that he gon' make it one day One way or another, my brother, word to your mother They should give me a badge, cause I'm always under covers Goddamn, I'm a miraculous man You know I get it, I get it, I did it, I did it The Young Sinatra, spit it, rewind it, and rip it I could murder your whole album with a 30-second snippet Pass the Mary Jane like I'm riding a train with Peter Parker Until I have more *** in this city than Sarah Jessica Barker The deeper and deeper I go, I get darker They say they want the old me, they want the Young Sinatra back The one that murder, rip it up, don't ever give it around the almanac Yeah, I'm all of that, fall back, like September again Bashing these rappers so hard they won't remember again When it comes to hip-hop, bitch, I'm indigenous to this It's apparent I'm bearing down like a parent When the beef is at stake, I'm astros My god-level lyricism surpass flows I'm much more than fast flows, money, talk, cash, no Spread it to lovers to pass on *** that rap ***, this that trap *** Bobby, this world is my contraption Bobby, I was born and raised in a trap, son Bobby, talk ***, get kidnapped, son Bobby, I don't really know why I rap, son Ayy, money in the bank, yeah, I got some Ayy, couple sports cars, yeah, I fuss, son Ayy, logic never flex, Bobby, get it done Ayy, yeah, y'all don't really know where I come from Calm now, talking that ***, I'ma conform Tell me what you really know about me right now Anything I want, I get it somehow *** that trap ***, this that rap *** Give me the hands like John the Baptist Ready to rip out a hoof and a cactus Greatest alive like I'm Cassius I put them all in their caskets They can't see they get past it I'm a *** and master the flow And none of y'all ready for the massacre, though *** with logic, yeah, that's a no Matter fact, it's not impossible, just highly improbable Like, saying the police isn't robbable But I'm liable to walk up in the station in blue face Like, *** the police, blue lives ain't a race *** whoever said this rap *** was never a race This *** a marathon Murder you mother***ers and carry on Claiming that you really bout this *** You got your gym, carry on Liar, liar, I might crucify ya Number one till I die, won't ever retire I am the messiah, I am the god of this *** This is how we do it, yeah, I started this *** Yes, I started this ***, like *** that rap ***, this that trap *** Bobby, this world is my contraption Bobby, I was born and raised in a trap zone Bobby, talk ***, get kidnapped, son Bobby, I don't really know how to rap, son Money in the bank, yeah, I got some Couple sports cars, yeah, I bust some Logic never flex, Bobby, get it done Y'all don't really know where I come from Talking that ***, I'ma conform Tell me what you really know about me right now Anything I want, I get it somehow