Lyrics:
no looking back, going all out for it
Ready to attack, die in a minute flat for it
As God is my witness, we got ditches
For all you motherfuckin'
linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,
the inability to love
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hahahaha
April? April! April! Oh Frank
You really are a wonderful talker! If
Black could be made into white by talking
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
waiting for death
I'm jumping these hurdles and have nothing left
The key to success is just watch where you step
Submit to the hit and get out the word
find no matches
I'm never jaded I'm keeping creative native
Tongue I talk in back to rap is basically back to my basic
Instinct, and my intuition in
potent this shit is enormous
These nobodies
Dropping the dookie
They look and I'm cooking
These rookies are nothing
I look in your faces I'm seeing a pussy
Came up straight from nothing for my dead guys
If I died right now they spin right back yeah we taking eye for eye
I've been doing my thing really
saw that"
Run out the crib with her strip cause' I'm on that
Blocking that hoe she will not get a call back
They stay getting robbed by the niggas in
in my eyes, I'm just letting time fly
Cause when it's fun it flies by
Got that, old soul with that new school flow
Got a guitar in my hands, just
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
back the coke or the cream
Or else, your life is on the shelf,
We mean this, Frank
Them cats we fucking with put bombs in your mom's gas tank"
"Let's get
give me a toke
So I Don’t fuck up the rotation
Puff puff give
I’ll take a word smith
Vacation
Next on the mic
Is my bro ravioli
Ravioli: third eye
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
true colors as they give your neck a slit
While listening to an album that was written by the sick!
I'm bringing back the evilness into the Horror scene
got a call now im booked for two with calvin
Real name is Palladin go by Pdabarber
Woulda been a rapper earlier
But I was focused on being a father
wonder, how deep is the sea, live long enough just to see
The floors of my ocean, to be frank
Braggadocio divided by my superego quotients
Fashionably late
that, hashtag AV music
This that black flag, back pack street music
Backslash this is abstract art rebooted
Its Rembrandt collabin' with Jerry Lee Lewis
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
sing, like Sinatra
You don't really want to live life
Like this anymore
I can tell by your behavior
Look in your eyes
I can tell you need some saving
.jpg/228px-Frank_Sinatra_(1957_studio_portrait_close-up).jpg "Frank Sinatra")
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