Warm It Up

You, you Warm it up, warm it up Warm it up, warm it up, warm it up Warm it up, warm it up Warm it up, warm it up, warm it up This that Young Sinatra shit, yeah this that Young Sinatra shit Shut the fuck up and listen whenever your Sinatra spit Yeah your girl as 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 fuck, make the Young Sinatra sick RattPack be the squad, that’s that Young Sinatra clique God damn, this the Young Sinatra clique, God damn Listen, yeah, I’m visualizing the realism in my life and actuality Stuck to me fatality yeah this shit is my galaxy I am who the baddest be I’d rather be at academy Killers be glad to be me Magnify the shit like bifocal Motherfuckers talk on the internet but in person they never vocal Come to the hood and fuck you up if you prefer to be local I’m local, from Noho, to Soho, Getting G’s like I’m Frodo, you know ho I’m Blessed like Sunday, flyer than a runway Little Bobby never second guess that he goin’ make it one day One wake, or another my brother word to your mother They should give me a badge cuz I’m always under-covers God damn I’m a miraculous man You know I get, I get it, I get it, I get it They turn out to spit it, rewind it and rip it I can murder your whole album with a 30 second snippet Pass the Mary Jane like I’m running a train with Peter Parker Until I have more sex in the city than Jessica Parker The deeper and deeper I go it get darker They say the want the old me, the want the Young Sinatra back The one that murder it, rip it up Never gonna give it up around an almanac Yeah I’m all of that, fall back, like September again Basking these rappers so hard that they won’t remember again When it comes to Hip Hop, bitch I’m indigenous to this This apparent, I’m barring down like a parent When the beef is at steak, I’m Astros My god level lyricism surpass flows I'm much more than fast flows, Money talk cash flows, Great as the numbers at past shows Fuck that rap shit this that trap shit (Bobby) This world is my contraption (Bobby) I was born and raised in the trap son (Bobby) Talk shit 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 bought some (ayy) Thought you never flex Bobby get it done (ayy) Y'all don't really know where I come from Talking that shit, I'm a come for it (what's good) Tell me what you really know about me right now Everything I want I get it somehow Fuck that trap shit this that rap shit Give me the hand like John the Baptist Ready to whip it I hoove in the catcher Greatest alive like I'm Cassius I put 'em all in they caskets They can't see me get past this I'm a bastard that mastered the flow and none of y'all ready for this massacre though Fuck what Logic had absent though Matter of fact it's not impossible but highly improbable like Saying the police isn't robbable But I'm liable to walk up into a station in blue face Like fuck the police! Blue lives ain't a race Fuck whoever said this rap shit was never a race This shit a marathon Murder you motherfuckers and carry on Claiming that you really 'bout ya shit You got your Jim Carrey on, "Liar liar" I might crucify ya Number one 'til I die Will never retire I am the Messiah I am the God of this shit This is how we do it Yeah I started this shit, yes I started this shit like Fuck that rap shit this that trap shit (Bobby) This world is my contraption (Bobby) I was born and raised in the trap son (Bobby) Talk shit 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 bought some (ayy) Thought you never flex Bobby get it done (ayy) Y'all don't really know where I come from Talking that shit, I'm a come for it (what's good) Tell me what you really know about me right now Everything I want I get it somehow