Lyrics:
Representin to the fullest, like dat dere
why'KNOW!
[Kurupt]
Organized madness
The young Godstra
Ha hah, young Frank Sinatra, beotch!
Chorus: repeat
Crazy, down crazy
Money makes me crazy
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy as a fool
I call my, my chick, my chick into the room
Call my call my dogs,
that's rich sex
Truly the God, all real, nothing's up for sale
You gotta see it to believe, another day in the life
Drop sixes, Lambo's, and fly bitches
When I was 10 years old I watched the "Gladiator", and in that moment I understood that music and cinema would
Become my life. I found answers,
City of swank
Talk jazz
Young Frank Sinatra type vibe
With a dime and a bottle of wine
I mean champagne but both of 'em fine
Flash the rollie check
met like ten days later, ago
Okay, and hey, it's only lanes and the gates
It's only crowds in the wilds, cause I told Benjie today he knows love, love,
Backslash we get it independent how we living
No gimmicks full sending
Making music on our wave
Making money in our own way
Expand my talent on my way
Frank
La Costa Nostra coming out of Siracusa
Kill motherfuckers broad day like the Yakuza (In broad day light)
Stones tied to you rats, found the ropes
betray men
You screamin', I position, competition
Another day in the life, of the commission (commission)
We got the real live shit from front to back
betray men
You screamin', I position, competition
Another day in the life, of the commission (commission)
We got the real live shit from front to back
decoded
To be frank with you I'm not joining you in this context
I will be fine
I will be fine
Without you I still have a life
The other side
Is fortified
Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody)
Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody)
Turf Sinatra
We got the juice in the hood
So we talk a lot
a ghoul
And I pity the fool
Who chase me when I'm it
I am that clown
You can't walk in my shoes
But can trace me, I'm lit
Like always got a clue
[Hook 1:
kiss you girl
Just wanna kiss you yah
I just wanna kiss you girl, just wanna kiss you yah
Yah, yea I ain't tryna do nothing nah
We could play Frank in my
in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
This that food
yo, you'se a fool
Everybody want to rap, but they ain't paid dues
[ VERSE 2: W.C. ]
I can still remember way, way back in the days
The times me
my own mistakes
So-so I'll take it day by day
Day by day, day by day
I'll take it day by day
Day by day, day by day
Oh I don't wanna change no
No I
counting all his viewers
On East 57 from talkin' down my jeweler
Don't let the radio fool ya
The triple beam weighs everything
In the cooler
Nah right, touch
Hahaha
Elcubanitogringo
I’m going to call this right here new life
Shout out Frank
Shout out Lil Saint
Shout out Joe
New life, new car, new lady,
to proceed
And now we stringing the lights up
Five hours later, we stringing the lights up
Listenin' to Bing Crosby by the fire
Frank Sinatra, Nat King
betray men
You screamin', I position, competition
Another day in the life, of the commission (commission)
We got the real live shit from front to back
betray men
You screamin, I position, competition
Another day in the life, of the Commission
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my niggas
life of mine to keep it Frank it's a bitch
But I love her to death
So till death do us part
Paint brush in my hand you see the hustles a art
And I Paint
[ VERSE 1 ]
One by one goes the bullets in the clip
Put it in yo gat, one in the chamber, now you're ready to start shit
Heat comin from the barrel
.jpg/228px-Frank_Sinatra_(1957_studio_portrait_close-up).jpg "Frank Sinatra")
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