Lyrics:
day
Until it met it's fate
One evening while it was in the studio
It was struck by the lyrical force of the big daddy Kane
So ashes to ashes,
If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball
What's happenin (Fresh, fresh)
Yeah, Frank what up (baow)
Yeah, microphone check, mic, microphone
to make, like A-C or the drop
Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my squad go broke
Your squad arti-choke
Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't
to make, like A-C or the drop
Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my squad go broke
Your squad arti-choke
Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't
many Lloyds in your Entourage
Rap game Vinnie Chase, young Ari Gold
It's like I've been touched by the hands
El Diablo Guapo, El Diablo Guapo
Got all
feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to Kennedy airport
L.A., I was told wear colors wherever you walk
Dirt,
fxxx with her
Man that hxx she to childish
Give me that pxxxx I dog it
Throw me that condom can’t raw it
G-star my shirt say raw
We don’t abide by
I'm just a young man
That's hoping I die of old age
And not by a handgun pointed at me from close range
Keep the negative energy I don't want
Ayy, I'm a rich Blood, by the way
And I'm havin' swag, Rollie old like a tape
Fish scale, yeah, I got these bitches on the bait
Don't wanna talk, man
more laws
Some people wonder is it just because he live in the inner city
He want to be a hood like Frank Nitti
Cause when he's rolling the streets he
into a royal suite
Drinking Suntory whiskey by Alona Beach
I'm just a young nigga chasing all my wildest dreams
Coming from nothing until I crash this
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
home to paper in hand
Ain't gotta brag about the Feds, young man
Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas, I got flats in
when I'm in the bank
Digits like the Dodgers when it come to Franks
Flossin' out in Compton like I got a cape
RoseMo tried to fight it, but barely
of attention
I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playing my position (Notorious)
Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto
That bitch rocking mics in high heel
home to paper in hand
Ain't gotta brag about the Feds, young man
Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas, I got flats in
breathe every time
I get lost up on the beat
I'm just tryna fight all my demons man
Every time that I sleep
I'm just tryna figure all this out
I'm young but
Dumbass, this tool regular (regular)
Ratchet in person, on the 'Gram you actin' like you better (you a thot)
Young Joey Frank, act an ass, he don't know
when we was kids?
We was lil' bad asses running with no sense
You used to tell me how to be a man crazy thing is
You fucking left you was sixteen my
road by any means to reach a hunnid bands
Flip a hundred thou' to finally reach hunnid M’s
Money ain’t the end all be all
But I’ll end all peons
By
But I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
New York, on my way to Kennedy airport
L.A., I was told wear colors wherever you walk
ain't even gotta say shit
Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit
Fuck copyin' styles, niggas be tracin'
Whether it's me,
ain't even gotta say shit
Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit
Fuck copyin' styles, niggas be tracin'
Whether it's me,
Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit
Fuck copyin' styles, niggas be tracin'
Whether it's me, the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas
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