Young Bob James

Got the keys like Bob James

Nobody want this body
So I'm hangin' in the lobby
Couldn't handle all the smoke
So you choking on the hobby
Couldn't stop me if you wanted
All these racks lookin haunted
You flaunt it like you got it
But you never made a profit
Switch just like a kickflip
Cuz you want it on the business 
You gotta wait in line
Not your time
It never is bitch
Mother fuckin dismissed 
Cuz your mother fuckin diss missed
I really ain't hurt
I just wonder why you is this
Check the wallet
Check the bank
Ain't nothing in it 
And we all the fuckin same
I do this every day
Most of y'all just like to play
Avoiding all the games 
Till everybody change
Bringing new noise
But it always gets refused
What to do? 
Not a clue
I'll just start to fuckin move
Shit brings me joy
I don't want no division
Just rock with the boys
That's my mother fuckin vision, get with it
All my boys like ten digits 
Never missin'
You got a lot of nerve 
If you pull up to the kitchen 
Turn off devices
Cuz we climbing up the highest 
Couldn't bring us down
But you're welcome to fuckin try it 

Bob James
Bob James
Don't fuck with me
Got the keys like Bob James
Bob James
Bob James
Don't fuck with me
Got the keys like Bob James
Bob James
Bob James
Don't fuck with me
Got the keys like Bob James
Bob James
Bob James
Don't fuck with me
Got the keys like Bob James

Bob James

To the moon baby.

Lyrics:

I ain't a copy
Your aim is sloppy
Climb on stage and engage somebody
Don't know what it is but it ain't a hobby
So throw a fist if you think you got me
Bring the army
Live up, on me
Got a wish and I think it want me
Ring like shotties 
Sing like tommies
Don't got a whip but I roll and ollie 

Yeah I got the chops 
And I'm not gonna stop
I've been learning for a while 
Now it's time to make em watch 
Make em all believe 
I can do this in my sleep
Been tryina run away
So I did this just for me 

Have to change
I have to grind
If I want to get to the other side
Just push and ride
Like do or die
You know we here
When the crew roll by
Out of place
And out of time
Like too the moon
When I move to skies
Through the booth 
And through the lights
It's like I never knew "too high" 

Lately been feeling like a standoff
Gun to my head I would never turn the plan off
Go till I'm dead, no, I can never back off
Got nothing left but the branches that I stand on 

Go till I'm dead, no, I can never back off
Voices in my head saying I can never stand tall
Go till I'm dead, no, I can never back off
Go till I'm dead, no, I can never back off
Go till I'm dead, no, I can never back off
Voices in my head saying I can never stand tall
Go till I'm dead, no, I can never back off
Go till I'm dead, no, I can never back off

To The Moon

Calm

Weed Em Out

Autogun Prod By Marco JR

I'm here to make music, smoke some weed, make music and chew gum, and I'm all of outta gum

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Young Bob James

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