Yeah Haha Uh, my name is Tobe And I can rap really good I'm 'bout 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 Fifth grade I had a Magnavox Jammed a lot of Biggie and a lot of Pac Lot of homies passed on the block Nowadays they be packin' Glocks I don't blame 'em, if you see the cops You gon' raise your hands, you could still get shot Look but that ain't my mission Give you the game for free, you just got to pay attention My raps get a blunt vision, this ain't for no recognition Look, my partnas still in the kitchen tryin' to 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 Shoutout to Austin for pickin' the track What's up Big Josh, got the SWAT on my back Shoutout to Moya, shoutout to Seeny I'm off the cake and the cream like a Twinkie Mama need jewelry all over her pinky She got to shine for the times I was down She got to shine for the times I was broke She got to shine for the time that the movement was movin' And thought that the moves was a joke Switch my approach, change my demeanor Then I got cash to pay off misdemeanors Then Houston Magazine made us believers My flow is a blessing, boy call in the reaper It's dead Bow