See You Space Cowboy...

Yeah, yeah, uh

Grammy-nominated, never won it though

Don't need it, but deep down I want it though

Bank account still on a hunnid though

My bank account still on a hunnid

But that don't mean shit, that don't mean that I'm shit

It's just me and my clique and we rhymin' and shit

Ain't no drama and shit, now I'm throwin' a fit

Watch me throwin' a fit and get lit like I'm Evel Knievil

Just me and my people, we call this the sequel to Under Pressure

Ain't no need to measure who the best

Fuck around and know who the best

Who give a shit? I just spit about this and I know what I love

R-A-double-T, I put nothing above like that thing in the glove

From Maryland to LA, I'm a motherfucking boss at the bars

And I'm down for the cause, who's down for the cause?

Take a step back, hold up (L-O-G-I-C)

Put the city on the map with the city on my back

Let 'em know you're never ever goin' back (L-O-G-I-C)

Don't be scared to murk 'em all

Heard 'em all, watch 'em all

Get up all, watch 'em all get a ball (L-O-G-I-C)

When you grow up in a hood without a male role model

And your momma turn to the bottle

Give a damn about status, who the baddest?

I just wanna be the raddest dad as I can be

This shit is systemic inside of us B, the media lie to us B

They tell us we can be whoever we want to be

And when we try what they tell us? (What they tell us?)

What they tell us? To live more realistically (ayy)

Fuck that, get the fuck back, fuck rap and all that noise

Growing 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 shit I need to avoid

Yo, ayo

I got a lot on my mind

Got a lot of work ahead of me

I'm tryna maintain balance of my time

Never want to let it bottle up like everything fine

That's how you go crazy and end up in the pond

I've been talkin' to my therapist

Rhymes I've been writin' so hot

You would think it was in Arabic

Flow bomb like a terrorist, never careless

I got soul like parish, yeah, from Tokyo to Paris

My bitch bad, stay with money like a heiress

Time with my wife and my son what I cherish

Just try to relax your mind

Just try to relax your mind

Just try to relax your mind

Just try to relax your mind

Alright, well, I guess I just I woke up one day

And I was like: You know what? I kinda feel like rapping again

You know what I'm saying? So I did it

And I been chillin' with little Bobby and his fine ass momma

And we out here in the country

Shooting guns, riding dirt bikes and shit

And I was just like: Man, I want to do this

So I invited all the homies out here in the middle of nowhere

And uh, we just decided to do this Bobby Tarantino EP

Three-peat, off the cuff, just for fun

Just for the summer, just for all the homies

But we actually out here recording this album

It's going to be my last studio album on Def Jam

So, so it's going to be a vibe, man

It's just going to be fun, you know, just a fun thing

You know me, I'm a nerd, I love hip-hop, man

I love you listening, I love the fans

We doing this shit for the fans man

Whole time I was gone they was like: Come back! Come back

And I was like, nah

And then, and now I'm like: Yeah, alright, I'm back

I love y'all so much

RATTPACK, baby, yeah, little Bobby (dadda, momma)