[Verse 1] Various listeners is wishing us death Don't give a damn, I'm reppin' Young Sinatra till my last breath Easily my darkest confession is lyrical agression Through indiscretion that triggers anti-depression When addressin' my profession in every session The fact that I'm alive is such a blessing Sippin' wine while these honeys undressin' What I'm about to say is highly confidential And in the music industry today, very essential So bust out your pencil, you can do it on your own Stop thinking that these labels is the ones that put you on Let's change the topic, who's your favorite rapper? I'm the top pick, ha The flow is elegant, never irrelevant How many times must I say this? Cock back and spray this, never delay this I pray this, reaches the masses And spread like cancer on they asses Now, allow me to catch wreck, bust rhymes like tech Put me in your box and I destroy the deck [Hook x2] (Life's a bitch and then you die) I used to bust tables, now I bust rhymes (That buck that bought a bottle Life's a bitch and then you die) Swear to God I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra [Verse 2] Whipin' through Cabo in a Murcielago Dodging paparazzi with the finest dime I met in Chicago The baddest Bobby soxer that you ever seen, reppin' my team We real all the time, so my squad keen, bing Dave, it's me Sinatra and my boy Dean The way we (winning) I can't believe there isn't a Sheen And pregnant women listen and they give birth to a fiend I spit narcotic epidemic all up in your genes In layman's terms I disperse a verse you never seen Assassinate rappers the moment that they intervene While you in the alley playing dice I'm in the yacht contemplating plans for the next diamond heist Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs I study every part of they mind and make my rhyme better than yours Elevated by being hated, sleeping on the brother like they heavily sedated Some say I'm one in a million, I say I'm one of a kind Only cocky when I rhyme, I'm Muhammad in his prime [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Yo, Address the mic and start spillin' like I hit the vein Back in the day they used to sleep on me like Tryptophan Touchdown now the city screamin' my name I flow gunshots and break fingers just to shift the pain The weather, hate em', I levitate em' like David Blaine Black Ops state of mind, play the game like campaign Bumpin' Santana in a finest Copacabana In Havana with a honey by the name of Hannah Wearing nothing but a bandana Pussy wetter than Louisiana You know the deal, peace to Miilkbone, I keep it real Flyer than a man of steel, motherfucker how you feel, It's Logic (I woke up early on my born day, I'm 20, it's a blessing The essence of adolescence leaves my body, now I'm fresh and My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it One quarter through life some Godly-like thing created Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from My skull cause it's pain in my brain, vein, money maintain Don't go against the grain, simple and plain)
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