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everything we do into album covers
Frank Sinatra, how I kick back
Nice and easy
Your bitch half as bad
And twice as easy
Shaking hands with billionaires
It
that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga
Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with ya
I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with ya?
was recording the album:
Cherry Bomb! The album!
I had a show New Year's 2015
And I haven't came out with music in a while
Damn, finally, you gonna
when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we sip scotch
Like Sinatra, screamin', "Motherfuck the cops"
They say they want
the album dropped
White Lexus before I had a deal
Ask Bun B about me
This ain't no snap back, a nigga been trill
By the way, fuck your math
You ain't
reach out for the one you love
you love
you love
Frank Sinatra on the radio
dancing in the kitchen
hypnotized by the sound
One kiss and I'm crazy
One
I can't even cry no more
But I'd still kill to see you one more time in New York
Yeah I'm not the devil but I'm still walking 'round in Pradas
I'ma
Christmas time
we will watch from the side as it snows
Let it snow Let it snow
As Frank Sinatra sang we will sing the same
Let it snow Let it snow
As Frank
still flame
But they love you on the come-up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they
wide awake, I ain't lying down
I took the honest way, but honestly, felt like Frank White and Frank Sinatra in my early days
They try and get their teeth
Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
It's Young, Freeway, Eight miles
Let's go
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you
it's just straight talkin
It's hard to swallow at times, so take portions
Bitin' off more than you can chew, create offense
Emcee species endangered like
old Frank Sinatra (New York...)
Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly
Check the blast from Genevo, you can get slapped silly
Okay... my sound drenches, each
Yeah, uh these are the real Sopranos
Y'know, I was just telling the gang that
Funny thing about these niggas that
By the time they try to help you
Over down on the driveway
Fast forward a couple of years and I'm bumpin' that Sade
Fast forward a couple of more and I'm bumpin' that "My Way"
By
Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Sick shit, blrrrp
Dedicated
To the culture that Tunechi birthed
To the sons and daughters of Weezy
"Sinatra" "As you see
My Jedi powers are far beyond yours"
"You are watching a master at work"
"Logic" "Mustard on the beat, ho"
Yeah fast cars with
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,
scratches you, 'specially if you black dude
They don't give a shit unless the accused just happen to rap
And they can look good by painting him as bad news
on the rise
Collecting royalties
Upper eastside meetings
Dress accordingly
Frank Sinatra fans
That skip the lawyer fees
They have authority
There's so much in
a name
So blame it all on the gangster rapper, thanks to Joey Crack
For the chance to do it my way like Frank Sinatra
I ain't a actor so it's all facts,
and I'm bumpin' that "My Way"
By Sinatra, so high, so high, oh my, God damn
Now I'm a grown man, oh man
With the fuckin' habits of a the plan
I know,
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