Lyrics:
your dial on 187
Now, some new music by some
Homeboys out of South Central here's ATL
And they called this one livin' like hustlers
Let me start it off,
rewrote the rewrite
I sort of enjoyed it
I threw out the story
I'm meeting an agent
We'll all get together on Sunday
We're opening doors
Shame
And that's life or whatever Frank Sinatra said
Looking at this trashed apartment like I know you fucked up again
And I'ma fuck you how I mean it
starting something Get out the booth
And lemme tell y'all the truth, we kick down do's
Save all the H20 for front rows
Live in the bank and watch for
bitches is pimpin'
Oh and did I mention
Keep me up out your mentions
You bitches ain't soldiers y'all
Just be wantin' attention
Hey yo New York, get
and aim
Sick of you niggas talkin' like you won't get wet in the rain
Now I'm singin' Frank Ocean, and you get hit with this Novacane
Sick and tired
flu is coming through and
The only one you ever think about is you
Hey, is that the Count?
If it is, I'm going to go get this shit sorted out
Hey you
following
Haters secretly my biggest fans but when they see me no acknowledgment
Success the best revenge like Sinatra said
Frank Sinatra
When you got this
coming Out of the Blue
With a vibe so fly like the one you're in tune to
Explain one thing, you know I live out my dream
How come you still ain't down with
streams
Ain’t translate to records sales
So you know that I gotta get it
I’m strapping up for another Killing
Been looking like super hero but I’d rather
so you better get, concerned
My challenger, check the calendar
I'm as live as a .45 caliber, Colt
With a silencer, wettin' up, suckers I be
Take my advice
It doesn't get easier watching the golden orbs floating out of the bars
And into space there's Frank Sinatra on the Juke box
Pause
Man child in the promise land
I take ya back to Iceberg Slim
And all the players that came before him
If you a everyday hustler, get ya money
'Cause
ooh, chairman of the board, no Frank Sinatra, met the devil
Down in Georgia, went to Florida with some shottas, I'm in Southern California by the
Border,
I kick it root down
I put my root down
I kick it root down, I put my root down
So how we gonna' kick it?
Gonna' kick it root down
Yeah, how you
To earn a living out of living life
Sinatra did it, hoping so can I
On God
I been on my own and you been on my mind
I been on my own and you been on my
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
Frank Sinatra hustle, Rat Pack, 'Did it My Way'
I know we don't see eye to eye, you ain't never lied
We should part ways 'fore somebody catch a homicide
As a kid
I was scared of all the monsters
Frank just like Sinatra
Tried to drink the pain away
To put the past behind ya
Now I'm living day to day
and start sucking
When organize drop the track and start ducking
When Ludacris get in the bed then start fucking
You wanna be starting somethin
Get out
get in another car accident
This time with your baby mother and
Kid and instead of dying
You end up being the only
One of them that lives what?
Yeah
down and enjoy the moment
Frank snatched his gat, slapped him, axed him
Where's the cash, coke and the crack? Get the smoke and you fast
His wife
ain't politicking
I just know there's purpose in the mission
More to life than how you live it
You just got to go and get it
Split decisions always made
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