Can I come around this evening Can I have somethin' to believe in Can I come around to see If this heart inside of me is still beatin' All this time From the womb down to the frontline I've been dealin' with harassment and defeat By a body that would cheat on its own mind Comes to question if I know I'm right, I'm wrong As long as there's a moment I feel That I belong Not to care about the loss I came across I will lay my head Patch up where I bled Have I told you about the dreams I kept chasin' About the times I kept wastin' About the temptations of sisters And their addictiveness of numbness And their holiness, I kept feastin' I don't mind It'll all get lost by nightfall And I will tell you all the truths that I heard Through the grapevine and the thin walls on our last call Comes to question if I know I'm right, I'm wrong As long as there's a moment I feel That I belong Not to care about the loss I came across I will lay my head Patch up where I bled

Ayo real talk, 6ix As soon as you played me this joint I already knew Yo this some fucking, Last Call shit And it got me hella excited 'cause I always wanted to do like A Last Call, I remember the first time I heard Kanye's I thought that shit was so tight dawg I was like, man I'm tryna tell my story, you know what I'm sayin' And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it? He was on Friday Night Lights? Nah nah, he did it on The Warm Up yo When he did the Last Call on the warmup I was like: Damn I'm tryna do mine So since this joint got that vibe I'ma do my Last Call right now for y'all And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra Yeah, yeah Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie Penny pinching I couldn't even pay the rent, homie Thinkin' 'bout it I'm wondering where the years went, homie Just a youngin' tryna survive, they was hatin' on me I was working that nine-to-five, I was waitin' homie I was bussin' tables fantasizin' 'bout cakin' homie Letting them slip away, my dreams wasn't waitin' on me This for anyone with ambition, calling anybody that'll listen I'm wishing all your dreams come true, 'cause mine did And yeah, you know I had to put that in the rhyme kid But that shit came from sacrifice Not on the corner selling drugs and smackin' dice (listen) Yeah Someway somehow, I understood finally If you want to come and get it you know where to find me Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me Know if they don't understand I'ma leave 'em behind me I'll be asleep I ain't got no time, no no I said I'll be asleep I said I don't got no time, no, no, no Yeah, yeah I treat the beat like it's my only son, my DNA And this that southern playa-listic shit like we was in the eight Back in the day, I was young, broke and infamous A Young Sinatra, I was undeniable Who welcomed you to forever while Under Pressure And told you The Incredible True Story of Bobby Tarantino And Everybody in the Ultra 85 Goddamn it feel good to be alive And all these bitches that I passed up Couldn't fuck witcha 'cause your hair was too gassed up Member creeping with the gat, masked up Goddamn it's kinda crazy to reminisce on all this shit man What it was like growing up. Damn man, just, Motherfuckers running in and out of the crib, Doing drugs, selling drugs, all types of stuff. Meanwhile, I was just tryna keep it together, I was tryna make sense-sense of all this shit around me, I didn't know how to take it, How to perceive it, you know what I mean. And then meanwhile I'm supposed to be going to school and getting Good grades and shit, but I'm seeing like, Domestic violence in my house, and just, so much going on. And I'm sure everybody was probably like, damn, yo Why little Bobby didn't come to school today?" On the real, I was doin' anything to run away And that's the same reason kids join gangs every day Cause they wanna be accepted, but at home they too neglected Meanwhile, white america quick to call him a thug But all he ever wanted was a father to give him some love Tell him that he love him, that he need him Promise he won't ever leave him Never smoke crack, never lie, and he'll never beat him I feel like all my life I been needing a break Looking at my family, I ain't wanna make the same mistake And I know that shit sound fucked up but they not all doin' great Oh my God please, can I have a conversation with 'em? Member of my family without they hand out asking for five G's To pay they bills or they lawyer fees (huh) I learned something, I ain't giving y'all a dime I'll give you something worth more, that's my time I ain't dropping stacks, I'm dropping knowledge Unless it's for my nieces and nephews to go to college And hit me on the phone, hit me up Like " Uncle Bob, where you at? Yeah I know your pockets fat but I don't give a fuck 'bout that I'm glad we family" (uh) We a half breed family, yeah, yeah, uh Man see I remember when I was like fifteen years old and my dad took Me to the studio--I know this is random I'm Just trying to take you guys through it, right. And, I'll never forget it I had like eight rhyme books--he'll tell You, he'll tell you man, I just, I went through them motherfuckers I was Rapping for like fifteen minutes straight. And that was my first time yo, I was like tenth grade, In the studio, and I knew that this was what I wanted to do. I knew it I knew it ever since I first saw Kill Bill I been flowin' like that blood, Uma Thurman spill None other than the RZA, yeah he did the soundtrack And then I discovered Wu-Tang soon as I found that And then Big L, Mos Def, and Nas, there ain't no turning back Couldn't change it if I tried, homie, how 'bout that See I'm a student of the game, so simple and plain But I'ma take it back to before I ever sat first class on a plane I was in College Park, right. Well I guess technically, if you wanna go before that, I was uh, I was living in Germantown, Uh no actually it was in Montgomery Village, Back in Maryland I was living in my sister's basement. And some shit happened, you know, She kicked me out, it was Christmas, whatever I love you Genie. Anyway, so shit happened, and then I just kept it pushing. You know, I was homeless for a little while, whatever, you know, I went, uh, I stayed at my mentor's house, Solomon, And I stayed back at my Godparent's House, Mary Jo and Bernie, I love ya'll. Uh, Mary Jo, I'm sorry back when I used to smoke, I would steal the shit out of your Cigarettes, I love you, I'm sorry about that. But, you remember, always you would let me record, I'd always be recording in the attic or wherever I Could so, I love you, I thank you for supporting me there. But then, she was like, "you gotta get the fuck outta here" too, After a while, she gave me some time, But like, I was twenty years old at this point. She was like, "nah, You gotta get the fuck outta here and do something with your life. " And this was right around the time I opened my first show ever for Ghostface Killah man, in Gaithersburg, right in Old Town, The shit was insane, I'll never forget it, And that's where I met my boy Lenny, Big Lenbo, wassup! That's right man, we just started kicking it and hanging, He lived in College park and before I, Before I knew it I was living with him in his basement. And this is right around the time I met 6ix, And 6ix was going to the University of Maryland at the time, which is right down the street. So I'd always go to their dorm room, I remember there was nights I would just Crash in the dorm when we was making beats. We was doing all types of shit man, When we first got out we did the first Young Sinatra, And now we on the fourth Young Sinatra motherfucker that shit is crazy man. And I remember like, I used to steal quarters from Lenny just so I could go to the 7-11 to Eat and he was like, "you idiot why are you stealing, Just ask me bro," and I was supposed to get a job, I was sleeping in, Uh, his basement on the couch, which is the cover to my first album, Under Pressure, shout out Cathy, Shout out the Rosado family, all my beautiful brown people! We made it, it's crazy, but nah nah, listen, I'm getting ahead of myself, I'm getting ahead of myself. So like, I was staying with him and I was supposed to get a job, right? And he was like, " Yo, you gotta get a fucking job bro. " Things were going so good with the music that we kinda stopped Talking about it, It seemed like every week something new was Happening, and I just sat him down one day and I was like, " Look bro, please, like, can you just give me one year, Like just give me one year, man, Let me put everything into that year. And if I don't get it, fuck it, I'll just submit, And I'll just blame it on society." And he was like, " Bro I'ma give you one year, " And for one year him, his family, All his homies, Benny, everybody man! They took care of me, they put, he put clothes on my back, He put food in my stomach, you know he helped me with microphones, And recording, and yo, Almost a year to the fucking day bro, I signed to Def Jam. And my man, he was a land surveyor, Out there making sure all the buildings get built, Rain, snow, sleet, all that shit for twelve years dawg! And when I signed my deal I said, " Fuck that! Quit your job, we're moving to LA! " That shit was crazy, So we get to LA, we're staying off Coldwater Canyon. Alta Mesa, in studio city man, and I'm going to the studio with No I.D Every day, and like, shit is crazy. That's the first time I met Cole, Yo shout out Cole, that's my fucking boy. Big Sean, all these homies man that I Met, it was crazy, Don Cannon, everybody. That's when I first met Kev, Bobby my engineer, what up Bobby? It was just like, life was insane. I dropped Young Sinatra Undeniable, And that was crazy, that was insane, 'cause that was the first time Me and my boys ever hit the road On the real you know we went from zero to overload Performing in front of the fans, they had their hands waving This is all I ever wanted, this is all I'm craving Me and my boy Chris shot the game Two visionaries on a mission, shit ain't been the same Some ups and downs came around, had a lot of problems But no matter what happened you know we always solve 'em We always solve 'em, like Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though. Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, By the time y'all are hearing this, I'm 28, I'm 27 while I'm recording it. I mean right now literally I'm working on Bobby Tarantino, Ultra 85, Young Sinatra 4, and a whole bunch of other shit, man this is crazy! Acting, writing, like I'm just so, I can't believe I'm here man, We grinded for so long, we worked for so long, so long yo. And motherfuckers they hate you man, They try to make me feel bad about how I look, how I speak, How I rap, how I act, my race, my everything, They just fucking hate you man, They'll hate you when you in this position. But you can't let 'em, You can't let 'em, you can't let that shit get to you man. Continue to persevere, Continue to be the best you you can be, 'Cause I'm here right now man, best friends. I got everything I could ever want man, Even though you always want more deep down, And you got goals deep down, that's great, But fuck that shit, I'm so happy, I'm so blessed man. So if you listening to this right now, no matter how old you are, How young you are, whether you on a school bus headed to get your Education, or you driving home from work pissed off at Your boss, just man, just please do what you love in life. So many people, they always say, " Oh I would do this but," or " I can't because," and you already fucking lost, they lost, And I felt bad for that person 'Cause that person will never make it. " I would, but I don't have the money," " I would, but I don't have the time," Fuck that, you gotta do it man, You gotta do what makes you happy, You have live selfishly in that aspect. Stop worrying about others, stop freaking out, Just focus on yourself man, And your own happiness, that's the realest thing. And that's all I can tell you, Because you can't help anyone else until You help yourself, you know what I'm saying. So please, put the mask on first, Like they say on the airplane, cus', Put your own motherfucking mask on, and go do it man. Go do it, just live your life I love y'all, thank you so much for tuning in, uh, I hope you've enjoyed this Young Sinatra experience, I know I have. Uh, this is prolly gon' be the last one Tho, uh, this gon' be the last one for sure. I'm coming back with some fun, but, I don't know. I love you guys! Ultra 85's gonna be crazy! I mean crazy! Bobby Tarantino's gonna be that trap shit, whoo! We took 'em back with this boom bap, Now we finna head to the future, we ain't scared, We make music for everybody, you know what I mean? I love you, look at that Murrland accent coming out. I don't know why, every time I get on the mic that Murrland accent, Go ahead cuh, job like all day boy, You sound like Wale, back of your neck. I love y'all so much. Rattpack Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah!

Louis: It seems today, that all you see is violence in movies, and sex on T. V. Peter: But where are those good old-fashioned values, on which we used to rely? Brian: It used to be, a big time star was elegant as Garbo, or Hedy Lamarr. Stewie: But now we get whores like Jenny Lopez, you want to curl up and die. Lucky theres a Family Guy. Lucky theres a man who positively can do all the things that make us- Stewie: Laugh and cry! Hes a Family Guy! Louis: When I was young, the songs were fair, with Mister Johnny Mathis, and Sonny and Cher. Peter: But now we get Justin Timber-homo. Louis: A heartache all gone awry! Brian: The classic films were works of arts, the images were graceful, the stories were smart. Stewie: But now we get Matrix Revolution, Im sorry I know this doesnt rhyme, but what the hell were you Wachowski Brothers thinking?! Lucky theres a family guy, lucky theres a fella, sweeter than vanilla, wholesome as a piece of- Stewie: Apple Pie! Hes a family guy! Lois: His smiles a simple delight. Chris: He lets me see the boobies on the internet sites. Lois: Peter! Meg: He bought me my cute little hat. Brian: Yeah we should have a talk about that. About that! And his hat! Brian: Hes mastered the comedy arts. Stewie: He says, Look out, Hiroshima! Then casually farts. (fart sound effect) Lois: Hes loaded with sexy appeal. Peter: And best of all my titties are real. Have a feel! Brian: No thank you. Stewie: I gave it the office. Lois: The Brady Bunch has got their Mike and pretty Laura Petrie has Dicky Van Dyke. But who around here could fill those loafers? But heres a happy reply. Lucky theres a family guy. Lucky theres a man who positively can do all the thing that make us- Stewie: Laugh and Cry! Hes a Family Guy! Hes a Family Guy!!! Lois: Oh My! Thank you very much! What a welcome. Peter: I am gunna buy each and every one of you a beer after the show. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Im kidding for Christs sake, Im not serious. Thats expensive! Look, just the fact that I came up with the idea should tell you Im generous; I shouldnt actually have to spend any money. Meg: Uh, can we turn the spotlight down a bit? Brian: Yeah, it is a little bright. Stewie: You know Brian, I- I just noticed something. With that light shining on you from that angle, you look a lot like Jamie Farr. Brian: Yeah, youve told me that before and uh, its interesting, because Im thinking you look a lot like Britney Spears. Stewie: Really?! How so? Brian: Well, you- you got that thing going on with your eyes like Britney does. You know where You know how her eyes are just like a hair too far apart? Uh, a- a- almost like there was some immediate post-birth surgery that should have been done but it was the south, so they didnt have the medical technology. Stewie: Oh, I see. Chris: Mom! Lois: Yes honey? Chris: I have a wedgie. Lois: Chris, honey, wait until the intermission. Then you can fix it. Peter: Well, we got a lot of fun stuff lined up here tonight. We got music, we got comedy, we got behind the scenes crap from the show. Lois: Thats right! For example, not a lot of people know this, but in one episode of the show there was a flashback of Brian when he was a puppy. Now, they couldnt find a puppy who looked enough like him, so they actually built a dog suit for the scene, and the actor of inside the suit was Raven- Symoné, who was Olivia on the Cosby show. Brian: Fascinating bit of trivia. Peter: All right, okay, I got one for ya. You know the sound stage where we shoot Family Guy is the same stage where they shot the Golden Girls back in the 80s, right? Now one of the stage hands was telling me a- a pretty intense story. I guess there was one night when they were all ready to shoot, and uh, the audience was waiting. And uh, nobody could find Bea Arthur. So everybodys freaking out and uh, then one of the producers runs in and says Cancel the show tonight. Bea Arthurs in jail! Lois: Oh My God! Peter: Yeah. Apparently she had a little too much to drink before the show and uh, they found her standing on the street corner, exposing her penis to traffic. Brian: Oh My God! Meg: Ew! Thats Disgusting! Peter: Can you believe that? Brian: Wait a minute. How the hell can Bea Arthur have a penis? Peter: Eh, special permit. Stewie: I say, what is it with these actors? Theyre perfectly normal people in civilian life and then they come out to Hollywood and just go fucking berserk. Brian: You gotta watch your language, kid. Stewie: Oh, its a record album for Gods sake. Lets cut loose a bit. Chris: Nipples! Hehe. Stewie: Perfect example. Although I must say I am amazed at the language you can get away with on television these days. I- I was watching Law and Order the other night and I swear to god, I heard someone use the word balls. And I thought to myself, My God, that- that Dick Wolf just does whatever he damn well pleases, doesnt he? Bringing words like balls into Americas living rooms. I wonder how hed like it if I just walked into his living room a- and use the word balls. Brian: Uh I think that would be breaking and entering. Lois: You know, I am so glad they allowed us to bring Stewie this evening. The last show we did we had to leave him at home. They didnt allow babies in the theater. Brian: Well of course. People wanted to be able to enjoy the show Stewie: I am a show you lack-witted beetle head! Ugh! Oh what a night that was. My babysitter was a total bitch. Lois: Stewie! Thats very rude. Especially since your babysitter is here tonight. Ladies and gentlemen, Ms. Hailey Duff. Hailey Duff: Hi Mr. And Mrs. Griffin Peter: Howre ya, sweetheart? Lois: So was it really that bad babysitting Stewie? Hailey Duff: You want the truth? Well, okay. So after you and Peter left for dinner, I- No. Wait a minute. Lets tell this story right. Please.