Young Sinatra III

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

(Life's a bitch and then you die)

I used to bus' 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

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

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)