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Warm it up, it up
Warm it up, warm it up, it up
it up, warm it up
Warm it up, it up, warm it up

This Young Sinatra shit, yeah this that Young Sinatra shit
Shut the fuck up and listen whenever Sinatra spit
Yeah your girl as fine as hell but she a Sinatra chick
Hey how can you tell? She on a Young Sinatra dick
All these wack as fuck, make the Young Sinatra sick
RattPack be the squad, that Young Sinatra clique
God damn, this the Young clique, God damn
Listen, yeah, I'm the realism in my life and actuality
Stuck to me fatality yeah this shit is my
I am who the be
I'd be at academy
Killers be to be me
Magnify the shit like
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 like I'm Frodo, you ho I'm
Blessed like Sunday, than a runway
Little Bobby never second that he goin' make it one day
One wake, or another my word to your mother
should give me a badge cuz I'm always under-covers

God damn I'm a man
You I get, I get it, I get it, I get it
They out to spit it, rewind 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 and deeper I go it get darker
They say the want the old me, the want the Young Sinatra
The one that it, rip it up
Never give it up around an almanac
Yeah I'm all of that, fall back, like again
Basking these rappers so hard that they remember again
When it comes to Hip Hop, bitch I'm indigenous to
This apparent, I'm barring like a parent
When the is at steak, I'm Astros
My god level lyricism flows
I'm much than fast flows,
Money cash flows,
Great as the numbers at shows

Fuck rap shit this that trap shit (Bobby)
This is my contraption (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, I got some (ayy)
Couple sports cars yeah I bought (ayy)
Thought you never flex Bobby get it (ayy)
Y'all don't really know where I come
that shit, I'm a come for it (what's good)
Tell me you really know about me right now
I want I get it somehow

Fuck that trap shit this that rap
Give me the like John the Baptist
Ready to whip it I hoove in the
Greatest alive like I'm
I put 'em all in caskets
can't see me get past this
I'm a bastard that the flow and none of y'all ready for this massacre though
Fuck what Logic had though
Matter of it's not impossible but highly improbable like
Saying the police robbable
But I'm liable to walk up into a in blue face
fuck the police!
Blue lives a race
whoever said this rap shit was never a race
This a marathon
you motherfuckers and carry on
Claiming you really 'bout ya shit
You got Jim Carrey on, "Liar liar"
I might ya
Number one I die
Will never
I am the
I am the God of shit
is how we do it
Yeah I this shit, yes I started this shit like

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 never flex Bobby get it (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 about me now
I want I get it somehow