[Intro: Bobby Sessions]

Yeah

Bobby Sessions young legend

Yeah, hey

[Verse 1: Bobby Sessions]

I knew that I would eat back in high school at the lunch line

I think about it sometimes, war inside the mind

I was ten toes on the front line, don't choke when it's crunch time

Verses become difficult and hooks harder to come by

Hoes harder to fuck now, boys can't get it bust down

Read over them bank statements, the cash ways at Philip chow

White I guess was too basic need ice your teeth now

Missed out on the car payments, you stressed pacing the street now

[Interlude: Bobby Sessions]

God I pray for my health

More peace, more wealth, more prosperity

Please keep these bitch ass niggas around me

Gotta manifest, hold up

Hey, young legend

[Verse 2: Bobby Sessions]

Mixtape didn't blow up, sit there in the junkyard

Show money just slowed up for sale sign in the front yard

Gofundme just popped up, hard stop on the gold yard

Well respected as an artist, now you need a paint job

Please proceed with caution if you move in with a target on you

You can't have no Walmart, budget shopping at a Target homie

Flow is bad, she left you for a bitch, now she carpet-munchin'

Sparkle left you, I can't buy them bottles with those sparkles on 'em

Fuck that opportunity, it's 'bout what you gonna do with it

Scales at AJ ruined my record but niggas ain't even ruin it

I threw out all my Glocks, I was grinding eating tuna fish

Stressin' over when that be that shit that have you losin' it

Speak it, watch it manifest, take action and be passionate

You can buy your mansion, live luxurious and lavishly

Friends become dependent over-extended to your family

It's way harder to keep it than to get it, gotta manage it, legend

[Chorus: Bobby Sessions]

If I die, before I wake from the will here's some M's

That's inside my bank

Ima spread it to my fam, make sure they good

Need mirror to my face deep inside my hood

If I die, please don't cry, dry your face

Leave roses by my grave while you pop champagne

Gold watch in the sky, celebrate my time

If I live to see another, swear to god that Ima shine

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

Oh my god to the niggas who be missin' sleep

Haven't sat down on a toilet it done been a week

Mind focused, eyes open, I'm a mental beast

If I make it into heaven pray I send a lease

Put my pistol on my person and I lace my sneaks

I pull a vengeance from my verses from my enemies

Basement boys, penthouse prayers

Dead presidents will awake fears

Fast pretty cars followed by the rays

Payroll for the hitters all expenses paid

My nigga still alive, somebody momma prayin'

Kill 'em wit' ya kindness all my momma sayin'

Y'all started labels now they all abandoned

Niggas runnin' round, but I'm the only standin'

Cocaine is still the cargo button up the panels

Know he did it large trafficking the fentanyls

Pull up double r's, honey, just a gamble boss

2Pac in my heart such a great example

Lit 'em like cigars turn to melted candles

I'm leader of the cause Tryin' to raise the banner

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