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Bobtown finest. Bobtown finest. Look, uh, nigga, Bobtown finest. I done did the unexpected. They counted niggas out, now them dickheads respect Us. You unsure about me being successful? Well, I'm unsure about your ass standing in my Section. 'Cause I done put in overtime, caught cases, Popped straps. My pop think I lost my mind. Where I'm from, they try to have you politic, But fuck that, buy straps, load 'em up with Hollow tips. I'm self-made, so paid, self-saved, Save everything. In that Maybach doing donuts, Bitch. I'm in Bobca still hitting corners, And if the act gone, nigga still sip Corona. I done made me, I feel good about it, But them suckers try to tell me take the Hood up out me. Who would Master P be If he wasn't bout it, bout it? A hole without the Marcy Projects. I'm Bobtown's finest. Yeah, nigga. Bobtown's finest. 4004. Nigga, Bobtown's finest. Yeah. Bobtown's finest. Uh. Now when I pull up, Everything exotic. Can't complain, life's sweet, Blue drink, hypnotic. The past year I've been making all profit. My team finally got it, then somebody shot me. Damn, that's just the devil, my nigga, but thank God it ain't end with a shovel, my nigga. Had the dustled off my shoulders like whatever, my Nigga. And Frog ain't gone, he live forever, My nigga. Rest in peace to my nigga Frog. You know your 400 niggas out here doing they Shit, nigga. My nigga gone, but never forgotten. Nigga, you know every time I beefed you, I Told you it was popping. Uh, so your niggas finally made it. Budda still the same, you know that, nigga brace It. You know with smoke, niggas hating. This money being made now, so niggas started Changing. And Gang just dropped a documentary too. He got some bangers on there, in one he Talking about you. I know you and Peso had issues, But real shit, it seem like that nigga missed You. Your kids, I took 'em Christmas shopping. You know me, I'ma do my part, nigga, I Got you. I know you watching, so you know What's up with Jeep man. He was just worried about his kids and his Free mans. Your mom said that you said we Was on bad terms. Man, that shit work a nigga nerves. But long as little Budda on this earth, it's Long live little Frog, that's my word, nigga. Bobtown finest. Ay, nigga, Bobtown finest. Ay, nigga, Bobtown finest. This is Bobtown's finest. Nigga, Bobtown finest. Third verse, three years later. Still Pyro in it, still getting paper. Gotta tell you about the homies, whole lot up In the making. TB, yeah, that's my nigga, but We ain't talk much lately. Me and Ace fell out, me and Mustard fell Out. Me and you fell out 'cause it was Some shit you ain't tell me about. But I ain't even tripping 'cause I get the Bigger picture. And big Budda, that's my nigga, so You know you my nigga. Turtle gone, Chicago gone. Budda3 call, you know I answer my phone. High nigga skinny jeans, we the realest from the Team. That's how them old niggas holler behind the Scenes. Ayy, baby Budda, my treetop trooper. Think homies don't love you 'cause they ain't saying Nothing to you. But in real time, the shit Out here be too tough. Gotta stay dangerous, niggas gotta keep two tug. Hopping out with two tug, doing too much. Don't give two fucks, living like I can't lose Much. Fuck luck, hit the bottle, now I'm fucked Up. Spread the money out. 'Cause what goes around, come around, nigga, Nunchucks. Blow out once, okay, blow out twice, You's a dumb fuck. I done took homies off The block. Who knows how many homies I done Saved from getting popped. Look at Slim, he ain't Gotta sell rocks. I told him, "Figure out this rap shit, then You buy the block." Look at Syke, ayy, honey, Looking like money. I tell him, "Save that shit, don't spend it All on nothing." Ayy, Budda Woo, you know what it Woo. We got some shit in the making, it's bumming Soon. Went from slanging to banging and burglaries Before school. Then finessed rap shit on Pyro. Bobtown finest. Ayy, nigga, Bobtown finest. Ayy, Ayy. Ayy, nigga, Bobtown finest. This is Bobtown's finest. Nigga, Bobtown finest.