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Yeah, yeah

Uh, my name is Tobe, and I can rap really good

I'm about to start snappin' on

Each and every single beat that I hear that I like

Two things off top that I pray a lot but I'm down to box

5th grade I had a Magnavox

Jammed a lot of Biggie and a lot of Pac

Lotta homies passed on the block

Nowadays they be packin' Glocks

I don't blame 'em, if you see the cops

You can raise your hands, you can still get shot

Look, but that ain't my mission

I give you the game for free

You just gotta pay attention

My raps give the blind vision

This ain't for no recognition

Look, my partners still in the kitchen tryna get a pot to piss in

Boy, I used to hit the Ricky Bobby like I was in New Edition

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Now I just rap

I get on every single track and snap

Shout out to Austin for pickin' the track

What's up big Josh got the swat on my back

Shoutout to Moyo

Shoutout to Cini

I want the cake and the cream like a Twinkie

Momma need jewelry all over her pinky

She gotta shine for the times I was down

She gotta shine for the times I was broke

She gotta shine for the times that the movement was movin'

And thoughts that the moves was a joke

Switched my approach

Changed my demeanor

Then I got cash to pay all misdemeanors

Young Houston magazine made 'em believers

My flow is a blessin'

Boy, call in the Reaper it's dead bow

It's dead bow

It's dead bow