Released on August 5, 2014

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[Intro: Slaine]

Tell them motherfuckers to shut the fuck up in the background!

There's a new song and dance going on!


[Verse 1: Slaine]

Up in the MGM Grand with ten G's in his hand

Coked out, drinking, thinking of the reasons he’s planned

For shit to get hot as the summer till it’s freezing again

Bullets pop off, hit you like it’s grease from the pan

Man, he don’t he believe in the law

Is it all regards? Demons and lords

Stacking up paper, scheming the broads

What's his name, is it Steven or George?

Half of the time, that’s where the crime is

Kids, he’s been involved

Scare bids, even it off

Divas got his evening revolving

Not even the problem, the meanest of all

But the semen's evolved to get his penis and balls in

Lisa and all, who’s a piece of shit whore

With some creaks in her jaw that squeaks like a dolphin

He don’t even do drugs, he’s getting off em

He crashes into a wall, crawls in the coffin

[Hook: Slaine] ×2

Bobby be real (Bobby be real)

They told him "Bobby be real" (Bobby be real)

They said life isn't easy

Keep holding on to that wobbly wheel

(Hold on that wobbly wheel)


[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]

I told em before you go to pack a Jimmy

With a Jammy, cause who you like is poking Minnie

She's open like Cedars, Mickey D's and Denny's

He never listen, so we don't take any

Hopped on the bitch naked, when she got the clapper

Somebody was at the door, they came to jack her

Broke in the crib, every one of em got the strappers

But Bobby done brung nothing but his dirty dagger

Psycho shooters came and plotted the hoe

Seen a sucka so they shot at the bro

They want Bobby straight demolished, abolished

And then they caught it, I would have brought in the four

The family’s all blood

Sick as hell cause something raw called

I was one of the friends at Bobby’s funeral like “Oh no!”

[Hook: Slaine] ×2

Bobby be real (Bobby be real)

They told him "Bobby be real" (Bobby be real)

They said life isn't easy

Keep holding on to that wobbly wheel

(Hold on that wobbly wheel)


[Verse 3: Madchild]

I got a problem

I think that probably, my kemosabe’s actually Bobby

Five in the morning, down in the lobby

Drunk but on coke so he’s not even wobbly

He got his problems, hope he can solve em

Talking to bitches that look like a goblin

He’s doing coke and he think that she’s dope

But her feet are as big as a couple toboggans

Once every month or so, quits and goes jogging

Knowing there’s something that’s wrong with his noggin

Spends all his money and drives a jalopy

Actin's his passion and rap is his hobby

Smashing and bashing, his fashion is sloppy

Laughing and lashing out, acting up oddly

He’s got a crew, and when they all start mobbing

That’s when my brother Slaine turns into Bobby

[Hook: Slaine] ×2

Bobby be real (Bobby be real)

They told him "Bobby be real" (Bobby be real)

They said life isn't easy

Keep holding on to that wobbly wheel

(Hold on that wobbly wheel)