Young Jedi

Real talk, just RattPack, besides that
Nobody I trust

Back again like I never left, Young Sinatra
That’s to the death
We turnt up ’til we go deaf
Rep RattPack ’til my last breath
I cut records like Kid Cudi, day and night
That’s all the time
From the underground to the mainstream
My same team get all the shine
They wanted beef but I never knew
I just keep the peace and get revenue
Stay true, they never do, cut all ties
I sever you these rappers like women, that's
Off of their pill
We keeping it real but they flow is irregular
Grab the mic and I murder
On the regular while
These bitches hit me up on my cellular
I can’t take the time that I take
To rhyme and just bullshit, man
That blow my mind
I’m 23 like MJ, that’s no rest like overtime
Writing rhymes on the tour bus
We stay real to the core of us
They talk shit ’bout RattPack
But every day, man, there’s more of us
That money come and that money go
But this music shit, man, that’s all I know
I been broke and I got paid
Like a Goodfella that got made
I’m draped up and I’m dripped
Out, went to school, got kicked out
Told my mama, she flipped out
Said "fuck it all" and I dipped out
But I’m back though, whole
Time, fuck bitches, i just rhyme
Brand new state of mind
My lifestyle is so divine
'Cause I’ve lived and I’ve learned
Now I hustle and earn
Cause once you in the limelight
Everybody concerned
With your wellbeing, and if you feel okay
Bitch, you wasn’t here a year ago
Why are you here today?
I got professor paper
Your money need an extension
I’m selling success
Save up and pay attention
Money can’t buy happiness
But that shit can support it
'Cause what’s a family of five if
You can’t even afford it? Sinatra

Feeling good, feeling great
Feeling like a XXL Freshman
On your bitch ass, nigga
Try me

Creeping on the come-up with my nigga Logic
Time to get it popping
Got your city watching, hit the stage
Them titties popping
What it do? Bruh, I fuck witchu
Don’t let these haters knock ya
(Keep it gangsta) Keep it, keep it G
Don’t keep them lames around ya
(Fuck the world) Fuck the, fuck the world
Y’all gon’ feel my passion
(Pass the blunt) I’ma create that
Shit that’s fuckin’ everlasting
I’m overboard with the tactics
Walk out the house
And I ain’t even matching
But I’m stunting 'cause I’m the
Coolest and the youngest
I told ‘em I was a threat
They scared of what’s next
I’m Christoper Dorner in effect if you
Speakin’ down on my name (Pop pop pop pop)
Walking down this road
I’m the only one in my lane
And my fingers getting itchy
That’s that money coming to get me
Mr wright, Mr dizzy Wright, Vegas nigga shit
(Making noise)
Wait a minute, ain’t them niggas on the list?
Making moves, making super moves
Who the fuck is you?
Nigga what? Nigga, nigga
What? Them niggas the truth
It’s an honor to be a part of
The heart of the young Sinatra (Wright)
You ain’t gotta smoke weed
We gon’ celebrate with this vodka (Uh)
Grinding for some time
And I’m hella straight with the dollars
So if you call me and you need me
Then I got ya
Don’t talk about being the realest
Niggas gon’ feel us regardless
We gotta keep on killing
I got the mind of a martian
I’m spaced out somewhere in a
World that I never been
Living out my dreams and I’m
Still tryna settle in
See it’s amazing, studio sessions
(Uh) , beautiful blessings (Uh)
I’m faded, usually quiet
(Uh) , but I’ve got this message (Uh)
So I speak it like I know it
Got my shot, I took it and
I didn’t fuckin’ blow it
Now everything is in motion
Calling out my homies who
Understand what it means (yeah)
To get off your ass
Get on your grind and follow your dreams
(yeah) making it a fact
(Uh) to be great at what you achieve (yeah)
If I lead, would you follow with a ease?
(Uh, uh, yeah)

Open your mind
Elevate to the level of this rhyme
Keep it G to the dime, many seek, never find
Never knowing when I’m
Flowing, feeling heroic, never ask
Chilling with your bitch
I can’t help but grab up on that ass
Swerving at 120 while she’s rolling
Weed on the dash
Many never follow their dreams
But follow the cash
And this is the reason the Reaper
Is coming for they ass
Top dollar, money, bitches, Impalas
Fuck it all, let me holler
And show you how we do it where I come from
We getting money for the long term
Not just no lump sum
Uh, how you feeling? Make a killing
Bitches higher than the ceiling i’m Goku
You fuckers is Krillin with the spirit bomb
Fuck around, throw your body on the lawn
Right in front of your mom, motherfuckers
I’m gone rattPack

"As you see
My Jedi powers are far beyond yours"
"You have interfered with our affairs
For the last time"