YSIV
(专辑: Young Sinatra IV - 2018)
It's that Young Sinatra IV shit right here (Rest in peace Mac Miller) It's been like 10 years Here we go (Yeah) Visualizing and realizing my life is fucking crazy Popping like JAY-Z, Dirty Dancing on the
game like Swayze I'm one of the
illest and bitch I've been ready to kill it, it's so amazing Bitch, I've been blazing, I'm talking grass, I
ain't talking grazing They just hit the
tape while I
sip scotch Let the
haters kick rocks, my shit is tip-top I
never flip-flop, why? 'Cause my soul too strong Did this all on my own, 'cause waiting took too long The
flow sophisticated All these youngins do is whine like they inebriated I'm hated, but yeah, that's how you know I
made it I'm one of the
illest, I'm one of the
realest, I'm ready to kill this The
people, they feel us, me and my team made millions But you know we still us That's why they wanna kill us, that's why they wanna kill us RattPack, real all the
time, we never phony I'm single-handedly running the
game like a
Sony While the
rest of these rappers is acting Pass 'em the
Tony, pass 'em the
Oscar From the
new school rappers, yeah I'm the
illest on the
roster Smoke like a
rasta Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob Marley These racist motherfuckers hate that last line Probably haters on the
Internet ain't got nothing to bargain Said I'd never make it, bitch, I
just sold out the
Garden Life's a
bitch and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a
bitch and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a
bitch and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a
bitch and then you die, that's why we sip scotch Like Sinatra, screaming, "Motherfuck the
cops" They say they want the
old Logic, the
one that flow like a
faucet I'm still the
same me, they just don't believe it like they agnostic If I
spit over the
boom-bap, then they perceive it as nostalgic But the
truth is, my subject matter has been the
same And my production selection is still flame But they love you on the
come up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame And you still they little secret That's the
type of bullshit that they frequent From 19, to 2019, been murdering this shit for a
decade From the
boom-bap to the
trap, I
let my shits cascade (Listen, yeah, yeah) So what's the
dealy? Pass the
Phillie, get silly, that's on the
really We snapping like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill, I'm talking Achilles Try to play me like I
ain't me, but I
provided all the
deets' Who you know worth 50 million, still rapping on break beats? From Nasty Nas, Big-L, Tribe, The
Roots, and many more Of course we could never forget Biggie and young Shakur Fuck the
police, no we ain't fucking with Al Pastor I'm the
bastard that mastered the
flow, I
said it once before fa' sho' While 6ix produce the
kicks from the
soul, you already know Fuck these youngins talking outta they ass with no class I'm here to school 'em This that real shit, I'm never fooling I'm killing these squares, we call it a
massacre I
got the
bread, but these fuckers need the
dough like a
baker The
legends above me love me like the
RZA, like Nas, like Jay 'Cause I
mastered the
flow from back in the
day Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny Thank you for the
love and inspiration plenty Yeah, I'm loved by many, and only hated by a
little Now I
think it's time to switch to lyricism, peep the
riddle I
was born in mint condition, I'm everybody's life's mission All right, listen, put me 'round your neck and I
might glisten The
ultimate connect, I'll get you anything you need From good credit to good weed I
can make any woman succeed Control you with a
heart of greed Along with anybody that's in need, I'll make 'em beg and plead I'm in the
pocket of mafia crime lords and presidents Without me, they'll evict you from your residence Hov wrote about me on "Dead Presidents" never irrelevant Not a
soul on earth would love me if I
weren't me No matter what year I'm in, I'm current, see? People that have me, yeah, they power's so immense But people without me, make no sense, goddamn Yeah, the
world revolve around me, the
law evolve around me The
shit people do to get a
piece of me astound me Blood stains my face when drug deals go wrong I'm given to the
greatest athletes when they go long You could put me in check But I'm still laughing all the
way to the
bank I'm the
reason that the
Titanic sank I'm always there for you, yeah, when it comes down to the
wire And some people even tuck me away 'til they retire I
usually come around on the
first and fifteenth If you owe me to somebody then they'll leave you beneath People go crazy when they feel me In the
Middle East they drill me If you let your guard down, then some people'll steal me I
knew these two dudes that's always been homies since fifth grade Always scheming on the
block, selling crack to get paid Now they never graduated, thought that shit a
charade Only thing on they mind that wasn't me was get laid Then one day, they had a
falling out on the
block See, one thought the
other one had been stealing his rock 'Cause he coulda sworn he had more weight in his stock Pulled out the
Glock and his homie yelled, "Stop!" But before he had the
chance to pull the
trigger Oh shit here come the
cops They saw the
gun and blew them both away Now there's two more kids dead in the
street all before twenty Over me, the
most important thing to man: money Life's a
bitch and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a
bitch and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a
bitch and then you die, that's why we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a
bitch and then you die, that's why we sip scotch Like Sinatra, screaming, "Motherfuck the
cops" We just some motherfucking kids We just some motherfucking kids We love and m
-iss you, Mac For those of y'all who don't know man, Mac is the
whole reason that I
started doing this Young Sinatra shit. I
remember I
loved Lord Finesse, all the
shit he did with DITC, Digging in the
Crates. "Hip to the
Game", one of like—one of the
illest beats ever and I
remember when Mac flipped that shit for Kool-Aid and Frozen Pizza—I thought it was the
dopest shit man. Mac showed me that I
could just do it all on my own—me and all my boys, all my homies— and if it wasn't for him killing that beat I
would have never got on that beat for my very first mixtape Young Broke and Infamous. Damn... that's like 2010. And I
titled the
track "Young Sinatra". And that was the
birth of all this shit. So, thank you, I
appreciate you, love you and miss you, yeah Yeah, we just some motherfucking kids