See You Space Cowboy...

Yeah

Yeah, uhh

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, it don't mean 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

While I'm 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

**** around and know who the best

I don't give a shit I just spit about this and I know and I love

R-A-T I don't put nothing above like that thing in the glove

From Maryland to LA I'm a mother****ing boss that's a boss

I'm a [?] whose down for the cause like a [stepdad?] (L-O-G-I-C)

Put the city on the map with the city on my back and I'm never goin' back (L-O-G-I-C)

[?] (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 tellin? (What they tellin?)

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

**** that, get the **** back, **** 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 all was my boys

But deep down I always knew better, knew this shit I need to avoid

Ayy, 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 bottle up like everything fine

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

I 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

My soul might perish, yeah, from Tokyo to Paris

My bitch bad, stay with money like a Aries

With my wife, with my son, what I cherish

Alright, well I guess I woke up one day and I was like 'I feel like rapping again.' You know what I'm saying?

So I did. And I been chillin' with little Bobby and his fine ass momma 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 in the middle of nowhere.

And uhh we just decided to do this Bobby Tarantino EP, three-peat, off the cuff just for fun, just for the summer, for the homies.

And we actually out here recording this album.

It's going to be my last studio-album on DefJam.

So it's going to be a vibe. 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.

Whole time I was gone they was like 'Come back! Come Back!' and I was like 'Nah.'

And then I was like 'Alright, now I'm back.' I love y'all so much, RATTPACK baby. Little Bobby. (Dadda, Momma)