Black Bobby - Coming Soon (prod. Best Kept Secret) lyrics

[Intro] D-M-V, coming soon! M-I-A, we coming soon! SQUARE BIZ, coming soon! And Black Bob coming soon! [Verse] What I'm gone spit here is amazing And every girl I meet in the club- blazing She half black. Uh, maybe half asian Would you mind on this occasion if I call you blasian!? And, I ain't really patient Living my dreams. I'm about to catch the nation They sleep. We grind. I be on my grind mode Climbing all the time. The top is on my mind, jo I don't slow down for my haters They giving me steam. They doing me favors Every time I catch a little hate up in the papers I write a hit that's bound to wake the neighbors Hear the ba** go, hear the beat kick Went to Harvard, but I am on my street sh** So elite kid when I write a rhyme down I go dumb, baby. I be out my mind now [Hook] All the bad jonts, all the bad chicks Hit the floor, baby. Show me all your magic And, when I walk in with a bomb thing Everybody know I'm coming soon like LeBron's ring And, I'm rollin w/ a Prom Queen We hooking up, I ain't talking Don King When I walk in with a bomb thing Everybody know I'm coming soon like LeBron's ring [Verse] All the bad jonts, all the bad chicks Hit the floor baby, show them boys your magic I'm in the bar pop-popping with a shorty, jo My game mean kinda large like a 40 o[z] Kicking like the World Cup. Cousin, cuff you girl up I ain't going to take it but I sure looked at the girl's bu*t So disrespectful, messing with this Red Bull Ya'll could get a neck full. Better send my check full I am on wings. I'm flying up the charts now Bobby Sense is tingling. I'm talking Peter Park now Oh, I shut the park down. They banned my crossover I guess Major Blazer had them bammas sauced over My ability. You haters is k**ing me Funny style youngans, stop looking and grilling me I am Black Bobby. The one that J Dilla chose Ya'll looking sloppy wearing J Dilla clothes [Hook] [Verse] Fire in the hole! I'm coming for u bammas They all amateurs and they posing for the camera I am such a vet, I got the game sick I'm talking Bron James, I ain't talking Mike Vick A three-headed Heat-peat. Ya'll see defeat, B Now you on one knee asking for sympathy You will get no empathy. I am your Sun Zu I cut an MC head off clean in one move Eat an MC greasy. Want no part of DC Live in Miami. U bammas can come and see me Find me on Miami Ave chilling with a hipster She got short shorts, lip gloss up on her lips, cuz I am Mike Larry. Spit harder than William No ghostwriters, Hip-Hop snobs gone feel him This is just the real him. I don't use no real pen And I chief harder than Slim with the ill brim