Lyrics:
think about it that's a Billi'
Everybody know that boy Sinatra, he the King now!
Nobody want to step up in the ring now
I sacrificed my twenties now
baby boo you
You held me down so when I make that ching I'ma up your account
That goes for my brother, sisters, mom and my dad as well
In the AM I take
like some kind of
Adventure, some kind of weird joy
Too i guess that experience took
Me someplace in my head
I hadn’t been before to some
Frontier,
Enough to cop six, by the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps
Brick a piece
Capiche?
Everybody gettin' cream
No one considered a leech
Think
have just done it Frank Sinatra's way
I'm sitting pretty in my Felix snobby dah
Christmas boxers in July
I think I just got pricked by a cactus
Saluting
me on this saga
I've been singing to the moon like I'm Frank Sinatra
I want to get fucked up, forget all my problems
Tonight all I wanna do is get
don't do that in my music, man, I'm tired of you saying that!
We've got white-collar people trying to grab our style
Saying we're too nasty and we're
gats that blow the wall out, clear the mall out
Fuck the fallout, word to Stretch, I bet they pussy
The seven digits push me, fuckin real, here's
about five o'clock this mornin' (twelve)
Tellin' me I'm coppin' contraband from informants (go)
"Channel 2, Fox 5 (Fox 5), you's America's most wanted"
lined the corners
Doin' this and that
In wild America
Wild America
Wild America
Wild America
Now I 'm in a black car
With my Mexicana
She's
the corners
Doin' this and that
In wild America
Wild America
Wild America
Wild America
Now I 'm in a black car
With my Mexicana
She's got methedrine but
I
you a nigga, we live forever
America
America
America
America
Pow
Fight or flight trying to stay alive
Could have been me on your channel 5
Could have
and the Senate debating this issue
And it's, it's really astonishing that in a country founded by immigrants
"Immigrant" has somehow become a bad word
So
Mr America
I'm just an immigrant Nigger
Living a life in the city
Tryna get by with my pennies
Survival is a must
A job is a plus
If they hiring us
window
Before the music ends
With company by Dino and Sarge
I'd like to make one more charge at Vegas
You won't find me at that
Idiot wheel that spins,
a Serpent showing Grace
That's how it feels to him
I call Baal
Master, what do You have me here for
I've been sleeping
It's very tiresome and depressing in
can't fuck with me, damn I move swiftly
Million dollar shit cause the kid tote fifty
Back in the gold house
Riding with the dope out
They don't play this
Frank Sinatra, how I kick back
Nice and easy
Your bitch half as bad
And twice as easy
Shaking hands with billionaires
It was nice to meet me
I got
, really, it held it up off me
So that's one time it saved my life
The way, the way I came by the name of Lucille,
I was Over in Twist, Arkansas, I
done did some things so dirty that
I wish I never done it
All eyes on me, America's most wanted
It's so hard to be a Black
Man in a white man country
it up off of me
So that's one time it saved my life
The way, the way, I, uh, I came by the name of Lucille
I was over in Twist, Arkansas, I know
What is America to me
A name, a map, or a flag I see
A certain word, democracy
What is America to me
The house I live in
A plot of Earth,
What is America to me
A name, a map, or a flag I see
A certain word, democracy
What is America to me
The house I live in
A plot of Earth,
You've knocked me off the hook
The person you are trying to
Reach is no longer here
I'm a canvas that bleeds
And I'm painted with fingers
Childish pictures
.jpg/228px-Frank_Sinatra_(1957_studio_portrait_close-up).jpg "Frank Sinatra")
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