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Frankie Linstrom

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Everybody likes me
But I don't like myself
Yeah, Im wanting it all
Coming out the fucking mud standing seven foot tall
I don't need a fucking weapon to perform an assault
Give a f*ck if I get arrested they'll be dropping the charge
And I'll be pointing arms faster than a cop who be making a living
Making more cash than a man in organized religion
I make the bands
Then I mind my business
Killing mother fuckers with these hands then kill the witness
I don't wanna live up with the birds in a pent
I wanna burn because I'm dirty as the water in Flint
F*ck a sermon Ima burn it with an arsons assist
Beat be slapping like the face of a quarterback's bitch
Fucking up your neighborhood and all these fucking beats hoe
Missing all these cases like I'm Shaq and throwing free throws
Met a bitch she's got an ass fatter than my ego
Not a mother fucker give a f*ck you from the east coast
I kill the fucking mayor that's been tryna clean up the inner city
Cash stacks fatter than the man who used to hang with Diddy
Yeah, I got the key to the city
When I go out ima go out taking everyone with me
Got the key to the city, Got the key to the burbs
Got the keys to the books, I'm not keeping my word
Cuz I was at a fucking party tryna look cool and took a puff
But now I smoke a cigarette before I lace my sneakers up
Family friendly business before a nigga come and stick it up
I'm in your fucking kitchen with a pistol tryna say what up
I flowing on for days or until the fucking beat stops
Getting in my way you gone hear these fucking three shots
Ah shit, it's that mother fucking time again
Hands up, yo
Don't bite the hand that shoots you
Yeah, don't bite the hand that shoots you
Yo, its for the money, the paper, the mother fucking bread homie
Riding round the city keep that mother fucking thang on me
Do it for myself and if I don't it's for the dead homies
Ain't nobody else cuz they be actin like they ain't know me
Yeah, ain't nobody do what I does
No gangster go harder than the mother fucking judge
Place a gold pin-den on my mother fucking chest
They don wanna get to know me
They don't wanna show me love
Yeah, everybody saying like they never fucking heard of me
I'm dressed in all red, telling gangsters that it's burgundy
Wasting fucking money like I go to university
I'm busting like it's nothing not a single girl be curving me
Catch my home movies yeah my mother get the worst in me
F*ck the hoe, sue me, that's the mother fucking dirt in me
Spit the whole verses until these mother fuckers worship me
I get the gold jersey I'm the mother fucking first to be
Yeah one wrong before you down in the dirt
I get the hoes ass shaking while you up in the hearse
Kick the door down, gunpoint it sound like a church
One wrong word, one wrong word
F*ck that
My grandfather kicked the bucket before he ever checked the bucket list
So now Im just like f*ck it, I don't wanna die before I live
Fucking bring the ruckus, I don't duck it bring the substances
Downing shit like nothing get to busting, I don't bounce for shit
Born fucking rich, life's short but the days long
Basic ass bitches all summer sing the same song
Basic ass bitches plug a soda until their fame gone
Stick them from a distance, how I get my fucking day started
Fucking hit the bars and they card me like I'm off sides
Ima throw a fucking party on the day my fucking mom dies
I been shooting for the stars but Im dropping like Im bonsai
Showing up, I'm tardy, but you fucking with the wrong guy
Getting more bitches than a jihad in the afterlife
Im taking way some souls if I think you isn't acting right
Going for the gold but I'm tweaking like I mastered life
If I gave them what they owe, they'd be mother fucking set for life
Yeah one wrong word before you down in the dirt
I get the hoes ass shaking while you up in the hearse
Kick the door down, gunpoint it sound like a church
One wrong word, one wrong word

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