It's that Young Sinatra IV shit right here Rest in peace Mac Miller It's been like ten 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 amazin' 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 and 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 rhyme 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, screamin', "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 murderin' this shit for a decade From the Boom-Bap to the Trap, I let my shits cascade, listen, yeah, yeah So what's the dilly, pass the Phillie, get silly, that's on the really We snappin' like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill, I'm talkin' achilles Try to play me like I ain't me, but I provided all the deets' Who you know worth fifty million, still rappin' 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 fuckin' 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 foolin' I'm killin' these squares, we call it a mass-acre I got the bread, but these fuckers needs 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 the lyricism, peep the riddle I was born in mint condition, I'm everybody's life's mission Alright, 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 suck seed, control you with high degree 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, god damn 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 schemin' 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, screamin', "Motherfuck the cops" We just some motherfuckin' KIDS We just some motherfuckin' KIDS We love and miss 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, Diggin in the Crates Hip to the Game, one of the illest beats ever and I remember when Mac flipped that shit for KoolAid 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 It'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 We just some motherfuckin' KIDS