Yeah, yeah, uh
Grammy nominated, never won it though
Don't need a Vadik that I wanna throw
Bank account still in a hundred though
My bank account still in a hundred
But 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 fit
Watch me throwin' it fit and get lit like I'm Evo Knievel
Just me and my people, we call this the sequel to Under Pressure
Ain't no need to measure who the best
***er, I know who the best
Who give a ***, I just spit about this that I know and I love
All A to a T, I put nothin' above
Like that thing in the glove
From Maryland to LA, I'm a mother***in' boss
With the bars and I'm down for the cause
Who down for the cause?
Second step back, hold up, down for the
Put the city on the map, put the city on my back
Let them know you're never ever comin' back
Don't be scared of Michael Maul, hurt him all
Watch him all get a paw, watch him all get a paw
When you grow up in the hood without a male role model
And your mama turn to the bottle
Give a damn about status, who the baddest
I just wanna be the raddest status I can be
This *** is systemic inside of his feet
The media lie to his feet
Tell us that we can be whoever we wanna be
And then when we try, what they tell us?
What they tell us?
To live more realistically
Ay, *** that, get the *** back
*** rappin' all that noise
Growin' up how I grew up, I really never had a choice
Had killers and murderers in my house
And they was all of my boys
But deep down I always knew better
Knew that *** I need to avoid
I got a lot on my mind
Got a lot of work ahead of me
I'm tryin' to maintain balance in my time
Never wanna let it bottle up like everything's fine
That's how you go crazy and end up in a pond
I've been talkin' to my therapist
Rhymes I've been writin' so hot
You would think it was an airbit
Flow bomb like a terrorist
Flow bomb like a terrorist
Never careless
I got soul like Paris
Yeah, from Tokyo to Paris
My bitch bad, stay with money like an heiress
Time with my wife and my son, what I cherish
I got soul like Paris
Yeah, from Tokyo to Paris
All right, well, I guess
I just woke up one day
And I was like, you know what?
I kinda feel like
Rappin' again, you know what I'm sayin'?
So I did it
And I've been chillin' with Lil Bobby and his fine-ass mama
And we out here in the country
Shootin' guns, ridin' dirt bikes and ***
And I just was like, man, I wanna do this
So I invited all the homies out here in the middle of nowhere
And we just decided to do this
Bobby Tarantino EP
Stingy
3P
Off the cuff
Just for fun
Just for the summer
Just for all the homies
But we actually out here recordin' his album
It's gon' be my last studio album on Def Jam
So
So it's gon' be a vibe, man
It's just gon' be fun
You know, just a fun thing
You know me, I'm a nerd
I love hip-hop, man
I love you listenin'
I love the fans
We doin' this *** for the fans, man
Whole time I was gone, they was like
Come back
Come back
And I was like, nah
And now I'm like, yeah, alright, I'm back
I love y'all so much
RapHack, baby
Yeah
Lil' Bobby
Dada
Mama