Lyrics:
its alright wit me
As long as u don't put your hands on me
Or try to send yo weak ass mans for me Aye!
Nigga always just be talkin, they don't do shit
and ounces
Big Man can't talk them units
So don't chat to me about metrics
If you aint talking cubic
Man wanna talk this life
Try tell man stick to the music
P man
How you doin' man? My name is Frankie Anto, man
But my friends, they call me Frank B
Oh word man? Nice to meet you, man
So yo man E, what
P man
How you doin' man? My name is Frankie Anto, man
But my friends, they call me Frank B
Oh word man? Nice to meet you, man
So yo man E, what
try, but I know that's a lie
'Cause I don't and why, I just don't know
"Maybe just a nice cold brew, what's a beer?"
That's the devil in my ear,
to listen to his story
The jokes and rumours used to demean
True I use humour in the same degree
But I never _ try to be mean
Though they drag me to the deep
Dont see me on the scene so they thinking I ain't in the loop
Get em for the low hit the plug and they coming through
Ya numbers add up got a couple I
vibes
You don't need them in your life
Take a bit of what I'm giving, I got a steady supply
Takes a minute if you feel me and let me give it a try
You
the girls dem sugar like Beenie man
Here comes the boom
Here comes the rhythm, it shakes the room
Bucket hat so low, all you seein is me grinnin
If ya lookin
the hands
You need a partner, we can spar
All the youngin's that I know
Boy they don't use hand guards
They use the trigger like quick drama draw
Yea, me
Of Hyphie Man Is Thizzin, Sniffin Lines
Im In Da Buildin And Im Feelin Like Yeeeeeeee!!!
R.I.P. To Da Mac D-R-E
So Don't, Dont Stop, Keep It Goin (Keep It
for dirt cheap
2015 I was dreaming about some big things
By 2016 I was selling coke by the 16
2017 Seen a couple my niggas failed me
By 2018 It was
motherfucker come get me
I'm a man not a Mickey, all my niggaz love hickies
that don't go away 'til you're well in your sixties
All I'm wearin' is Dickies, don't
de dide)
We no dey fear face for here
If you carry gun
I go use knife
(Didi dede de dide)
I must make it by force
Me and poverty must divorce aahn
I'm
they all sound like automatic weapons to me
That send innocent kids off to heaven
So I prefer if we don't use the AR-15"
And he said, "But it's
more
Whats the use baby whats the use
You just don't love me like you did before
Whats the use baby whats the use
You started lyin'
But I kept tryin'
forward, a das why me bawl out
Work hard from morning till sundownfrom mi was a likkle bwoy seh me wah wear di crown
Man a king from birth till we go back
the game
You know this hood lifestyle, this
Do you feel me? Like they're trapped
You know the cold to the books
All that shit man it's a
Just runnin around
you feel it in the air
Ask beenie siegel
Twenty k stashed in a backpack
In the backseat of sauce regal
Fast forward press play
Let me tell you what
manna make P from a G
Hopefully manna wrote down a couple notes on me
Oh did he not, he don't know about me
Okay, no kidding man a note of me
And then
pain
Use your brain
Or loose your brain
Don't loose me man
Been a little Monster with a big heart
The streets done gave it a kick start
No matter how
ain't a leader in
Don't worry, I'll wait
Man, you ain't rich if you countin' money (money)
They know they can't get to me that's why they go for basadi
I am covered by his grace o
I no de look Uche face o
I and I it's Emey here I de so
Me I no de look Uche face o
Na my hustle me I de so
Give me power
Sending souls on vacation by the hundred
Lord knows
A Black man's Heaven is a White man's
A Black man's Heaven is a White man's
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