Yeah, yeah, uhGrammy nominated, never won it thoughDon't need a Vadik that I wanna throwBank account still in a hundred thoughMy bank account still in a hundredBut that don't mean, that don't mean that I'mIt's just me and my clique and we bombing itAin't no trauma, it's now I'm throwing the fitWatch me throw in the fit and get lit like I'm Evo KnievelJust me and my people, we call this the sequel to Under PressureAin't no need to measure who the bestFor I know who the bestWho give a ***, I just spit about things that I know and I loveR-A-W-T, I put nothing aboveLike that thing in the gloveFrom Maryland to LA, I'm a motherfucking bossWith the bars and I'm down for the causeWho down for the cause?Second step back, hold up, down for thePut the city on the map, put the city on my backLet them know you're never ever coming backDon't be scared of Michael Maul, hurt him allWatch him all get a paw, watch him all get a pawWhen you grow up in a hood without a male role modelAnd your mama turns to the bottleGive a *** about status, who the baddestI just wanna be the raddest daddest I can beThis *** systemic inside of his feetThe mediaTell us that we can be whoever we wanna beAnd then when we try, what they tell usTo live more realisticallyAy, get the back, rapping all that noiseGrowing up how I grew upI really never had a choiceHad killers and murderers in my houseAnd they was all of my boysBut deep down I always knew better, knew that *** I need to avoidI got a lot on my mind, got a lot of work ahead of meI'm trying to maintain balance in my timeNever wanted to let it bottle up like everything's fineThat's how you go crazy and end up in a pondI've been talking to my therapist rhymesI've been writing so hot, you would think it was in ArabicFlow bomb like a terrorist, never caught your breathI got soul like Paris, yeah, from Tokyo to ParisMy bad, stay with money like an heiressTime with my wife and my son, what I cherishJust try to relax your mindJust try to relax your mindJust try to relax your mindJust try to relax your mindWell, I guess I just woke up one dayAnd I was like, you know what?I kind of feel like rapping again, you know what I'm saying?So I did itAnd I've been chilling with Lil Bobby and his fine mamaAnd we out here in the country shooting guns, riding dirt bikesAnd I just was like, man, I want to do thisSo I invited all the homies out here in the middle of nowhereAnd we just decided to do this Bobby Tarantino EP3POff the cuff, just for fun, just for the summer, just for all the homiesBut we actually out here recording his albumIt's going to be my last studio album on Def JamSo it's going to be a vibe, man, it's just going to be funYou know, just a fun thingYou know me, I'm a nerdI love hip hop, manI love you listening, I love the fansWe doing it for the fans, manWhole time I was gone, they was like, come back, come backAnd I was like, come back, come back, come backAnd I was like, nahAnd now I'm like, yeah, alright, I'm backI love y'all so much, rap hat, babyYeahLil BobbyDadaMama