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'm ***It's just me and my clique and we bombin' this ***Ain't no trauma and ***, now I'm throwin' it fitWatch me throwin' it 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 best***er, I know who the bestWho give a ***, I just spit about this that I know and I loveAll A to a T, I put nothin' aboveLike that thing in the gloveFrom Maryland to LA, I'm a mother***in' 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 comin' 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 the hood without a male role modelAnd your mama turn to the bottleGive a damn about status, who the baddestI just wanna be the raddest status I can beThis *** is systemic inside of his feetThe media lie to his feetTell us that we can be whoever we wanna beAnd then when we try, what they tell us?What they tell us?To live more realisticallyAy, *** that, get the *** back*** rappin' all that noiseGrowin' up how I grew up, I really never had a choiceHad killers and murderers in my houseAnd they was all of my boysBut deep down I always knew betterKnew that *** I need to avoidI got a lot on my mindGot a lot of work ahead of meI'm tryin' to maintain balance in my timeNever wanna let it bottle up like everything's fineThat's how you go crazy and end up in a pondI've been talkin' to my therapistRhymes I've been writin' so hotYou would think it was an airbitFlow bomb like a terroristFlow bomb like a terroristNever carelessI got soul like ParisYeah, from Tokyo to ParisMy bitch bad, stay with money like an heiressTime with my wife and my son, what I cherishI got soul like ParisYeah, from Tokyo to ParisAll right, well, I guessI just woke up one dayAnd I was like, you know what?I kinda feel likeRappin' again, you know what I'm sayin'?So I did itAnd I've been chillin' with Lil Bobby and his fine-ass mamaAnd we out here in the countryShootin' guns, ridin' dirt bikes and ***And I just was like, man, I wanna do thisSo I invited all the homies out here in the middle of nowhereAnd we just decided to do thisBobby Tarantino EPStingy3POff the cuffJust for funJust for the summerJust for all the homiesBut we actually out here recordin' his albumIt's gon' be my last studio album on Def JamSoSo it's gon' be a vibe, manIt's just gon' be funYou know, just a fun thingYou know me, I'm a nerdI love hip-hop, manI love you listenin'I love the fansWe doin' this *** for the fans, manWhole time I was gone, they was likeCome backCome backAnd I was like, nahAnd now I'm like, yeah, alright, I'm backI love y'all so muchRapHack, babyYeahLil' BobbyDadaMama