Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Tell them motherfuckers to shut the fuck up in the background
There's a new song and dance going on
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Up in the MGM Grand with ten G's in his hand
Coked out, drinkin', thinkin' of the reasons he's planned
For shit to get hot as the summer 'til it's freezin' again
Bullets pop off, hit you like it's grease on the pan
Man he don't believe in the law, is it all regards?
Demons and lords
Stackin' the paper, schemin' the broads
What's his name, is it Steven or George?
Half of the time that' where the crime is
Kids, he's been involved
Scare bids, even it off
Divas got his evening revolving
Not even the problem, the meanest of all
But the semen's evolved to get his penis and balls in
Lisa and all, who's a piece of shit whore
With some creaks in her jaw that squeaks like a dolphin
He don't even do drugs
He's gettin' off on 'em
He crashes into a wall
Crawls into a coffin
[Verse 3]
Bobby be real
They told him, "Bobby, be real"
They said, "Life isn't easy"
Keep holding on to that wobbly wheel
[Verse 4]
Bobby be real
They told him, "Bobby, be real"
They said, "Life isn't easy"
Keep holding on to that wobbly wheel
[Verse 5]
I told 'em before you go, pack a Jimmy
With a Jammy 'cause you who you like is pokin' Minnie
She's open like Cedars, Mickey D's and Denny's
He never listen, so we don't take any
Hopped on the bitch naked, when she got the clapper
Somebody was at the door, they came to hack her
Broke in the crib, every one of them got the strappers
But Bobby brung nothing but his dirty dagger
Psycho shooters came and plotted the ho
Seen a sucka so they shot at the bro
They want Bobby straight demolished, abolished
And then they caught it, I woulda brought it in the fo
The family's all blood
Sick as hell 'case something raw called
I was one of the friends at Bobby's funeral
Like, "oh, no!"
[Verse 6]
Bobby be real
They told him, "Bobby, be real"
They said, "Life isn't easy"
Keep holding on to that wobbly wheel
[Verse 7]
Bobby be real
They told him, "Bobby, be real"
They told him, "Bobby, be real"
Keep holding on to that wobbly wheel
[Verse 8]
I got a problem
I think that probably my kemosabe's actually Bobby
Five in the morning, down in the lobby
Drunk but on coke so he's not even wobbly
He's got his problems, hope he can solve them
Talkin' to bitches that look like a goblin
He's doing coke and he think that she's dope
But her feet are as big as a couple toboggans
Once every month or so quits and goes joggin'
Knowing there's something that's wrong with his noggin'
Spends all his money and drives a jalopy
Actin's his passion and rap is his hobby
Smashin' and bashin', his fashion is sloppy
Laugin' and lashin' out, actin' up oddly
He's got a crew and when they all start mobbin'
That's when my brother Slaine turns into Bobby
[Verse 9]
Bobby be real
They told him, "Bobby, be real"
They said, "Life isn't easy"
Keep holding on to that wobbly wheel
[Verse 10]
Bobby be real
They told him, "Bobby, be real"
They said, "Life isn't easy"
Keep holding on to that wobbly wheel
Written by: Aaron Yate, George Carroll, Louis Bell, Shane Bunting, Shane Ralph