Rap 1:

I’m a certified killer, man I’ll murder the beat

You get turnt if I spit a hot verse as I speak

Name is ROBBY, add the ROB

Lemme say, FYI, I’m a real MC

I be makin’ all these cadences, from scratch on keys

I be mixin’ all these rhythms, in a rap machine

Feelin’ dope, cause I smoke, all the haters ya know

I’ll be all around the world, puttin’ rap on the globe

I be crashin’ through the madness, freestylin’ in classes

Give me beats and, I’ll smash it, undefeated can’t match it

I be drawin’ up a hit, put it up on the charts

You be clawin’ up to spit, but you got stuck at the start

If my bars so sick, what would I hate to be ill for?

Flip the script, then my music on billboard

Wanna sell out all the venues, need the seats to fill more

All these rappers on the menu, like the “mic is still yours”

Don’t bother me, I see you tryna screw with me

Pull up in my Odyssey, man I call it Ulysses

Other rappers in the tank, they be sayin’ who bit me

Catch me after at the bank, man the game is addicting

I be holdin’ up the mic to the rafters, I’m after

These other rappers so I write, will it stick like plaster

Droppin’ all these new gifts, call me Robby the rapper

Crowds boppin’ to this, pushin’ on me, I’m flattered

Make, mix, master, that’s a major triad

Pass the salt, cause I’ll pepper you with hi-hats

You at fault, that’s a not so wisecrack

First class life? Hah, I bet you never tried that

If you wanna call me out that’s fine

Just gotta make sure your lyrics make sense and rhyme

See I’m makin’ them dollars, while you goin’ for dimes

And I’m rappin’ for hours, where you beggin’ for time

ROBBY

Chorus:

R O B B Y to the R O B

R O B B Y, can you ball with me

R O B B Y to the R O B

Rap or better back yourself, off ROBBY - ROBBY

R O B B Y to the R O B

I said R O B B Y, can you ball with me

I said R O B B Y to the R O B

To the R O B, to the R O B

Rap 2:

Film my rise, you can see me gopro

Realize, world’s movin’ slow-mo

Burnin’ down yo street, with some cold flow

Spittin’ fire on the beat, like a dragon, komodo

I’m the natural selection, ask Charles Darwin

My cash flow be checkin’, while they are still starvin’

Want a taste of the lyrics that made me me

Cause we know that they all fear it, Mr. R O B

Said it’s R O B, lyrics are so g

I don’t need abbreviation, but they all know me

Don’t need Luck on my side, or an RG3

I just touchdown on the track, hunnid bars, oh jeez

All the haters tryna hurt me, thought you knew me? Hah

You be beggin’ me for mercy, so I coup de grace

Don’t blink, or you’ll miss it like a shootin’ star

See I’m all about the business, not a groupie car

Now I got the momentum

Don’t be meddling with me, imma have to go dent em

I’m a freelance man, maybe I should go fence em

See me read plans and, I see em on the agenda

But remember if you think that you can top me talking

Better show up to the battle, cause this ain’t no hobby

You can meet me at a house or a hotel lobby

Rap or better back yourself off, ROBBY ROBBY

Chorus:

R O B B Y to the R O B

R O B B Y, can you ball with me

R O B B Y to the R O B

Rap or better back yourself, off ROBBY - ROBBY

R O B B Y to the R O B

I said R O B B Y, can you ball with me

I said R O B B Y to the R O B

To the R O B, to the R O B