Lyrics:
and live off the land
Me and Sammy taking off in a spaceship
Lil B, Frank, Blake, doin' hella Bay shit
High roads, hitting shows, make sure everybody knows
Dostoyevsky, Martin Heidegger. Montaigne, Socrates, JEAN PAUL SARTRE
Plato, Aristotle, Confucius, RENE DESCARTE, Basho, Simone De Beauvoir
Karl Marx, Frank
trash and have a yard sale today
Damn, I wish my name wasn't Frank
Fuck, I wish it was Blake
I learned a lot from my dad
Like how to yell a lot
Ich mal' mich schwarz an und komm dann vorbei wie Blake
Ich chill' mit, Bernd Eichinger, mit wem chillst du?
Frank White jagt euch mit dem BMW
The T-Pains, Coles
Hovs, Waynes and biggest boss
Frank, Future and Thugger
Gon even get this homage
I'm proving these niggas wrong
I'm in they ass like a thong
Cause in the Commission you ask for permission to hit em uhh
My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lake
Introduced me to this heavyweighter, called
the Commission you ask for permission to hit em uhh
[Verse One: Lil' Kim]
My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lake
Introduced me to this heavyweighter, called
be venting to Ben frank so if she ask then I'm ok
Took a trip know she gone cheat I jus sat back n watched it play
I been fucking freaks all week when
baby, belongs to you
Oh, while I cannot frolic with all the young dudes
I contain multitudes
I'm just like Anne Frank, like Indiana Jones
And them
quick
I’m a…
One Gag Garry
One Diddle Dennis
One Fiddle Freddy
One Rub Ruben
One Ball Saul
One Blow Blake
One Flick Floyd
One Twist Twain
One Queef Quinn
to listen on vinyl
Chance on the radio
Gambino in the car
Frank Ocean on the stereo
Bublé under the stars
Tori Kelly with a melody
James Blake with a mellow
switches turn em' pancakes
Niggas bitchin' and they hiding' call em' Anne Frank
We been sliding back to back I'm tryna get my ranked
D.A said they crackin
Ricky Ross
Elijah Blake, ha
It's Big Money Business right here
She took a gamble with your boy
Now it's tailor-made, Tory Burches, the awards
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
Nine shots greet ya, greet ya, hang with Lil' Cease-a
But don't sling pizza, pizza
The gat carryin', rap barbarian
'96 Blake Carrington
I brings
a prank
My pockets they full like a tank
She ugly I gotta be frank
She switching up Aint talking channels
Fuck niggas they scary they rattle
She dragging
on necks
All of the pain that I shoulder
No longer got any effect
The right arm the power of God
My aura came with the respect
To be frank I want Franks no
le cash
J'ai peut-être sur l'image un trench Burberry
Sorcellerie, moins cher qu'un maillot de Frank Ribéry, frère
Mon fond de commerce, omniprésent
samey no, no, no
Your first album was just called Frank
At least you didn’t die of a stranglewank
Then you had Mark Ronson as your producer
But sadly you
more 0s on the check
Hop in different time zones when I jugg on the net
I'm catching lobs Like the second year the clippers had blake
The shoebox got
the real ones gotta feel me cause I came different
Then watch my jump across yo hood like I'm Blake Griffin
Won't think to cut these niggas off if they ain't
Mumbly mumbly,
Kaytranada
Bubbly bubbly,
Tame Impala
Frank Ocean
dvsn, eh eh,
Childish Gambino
Bon Iver
James Blake, eh eh,
Daniel Caesar
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