YGB - Still Sinatra Lyrics

Really want me to go back; just to the way I rap
To the ways I clap, oh today I snap
Harder cos I want to take all of the cakes y'all stack
War story, my bars turned cubase Iraq
I don't even wanna talk about the fakes y'all bought
Tryna make y'all stop? Imma fake I'm nuts
The greatest alive but I be stuck in this place, the force
I'm on my way back, I'm grinding like a raging horse
My jaws flipping, bars out gun slinging
I'm basic knowledge but they minds out sun slipping
The cloud rhythm we be way past the mud slinging
Now I'm back to the grind, I'm certified with more rhythm
I push past the pause, the play back be now giving
Now I be practicing the ways that I been found preaching
For all reasons, I'm seasoned like the four seasons
Summ-a-wish that I could fall, I'm cold for no reason
In the mean time, I still shine like it be spring time
I'm on my vibe ish like I just cut em from ring time
I'm bad for the main time, I'm Ill for the sick time
My bars are felonies and my rap just be the same crime and
Lyrically I mean y'all just be on me time
I'm done glowering, so I just set free a new kind
So it's peace for the main time till I'm back when it be beast time
I left em all shook with these lines just from my free time