It's that Young Sinatra IV shit right here (Rest in peace Mac Miller) It's been like 10 years Here we go (Yeah) Visualizin' and realizin' my life is fuckin' crazy Poppin' like JAY-Z, Dirty Dancin' 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 blazin', I'm talkin' grass, I ain't talkin' 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

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