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don't write their lyrics
But some people have reached levels that are atmospheric
By relying on others to write their songs and shit for them
And they

in
Hit that from side 
Different angle like I'm flankin'
Swimmin' in that ocean 
But you wanna keep this frank 
Gettin' in the zone 
Set the tone

Ben franks with you
Might stay in bed till noon
Empty bottles at the hotel room
Last night took a trip the moon
Uh it's no tellin what I might do

Give

bags,
you with Link now, forget your man- he ain't gon' last-
you top class, anything you want you can have,
if it's cash to flash, then I'm all up

like it won’t phase me
Patron on the rocks got me feelin wavy
Bitch I’m with the squad got them franks on me
See you from across and I’m faded as can be

to freeze in
Going through the snow, Mario's, Turkey Hill
Gotta bring my wallet, gotta pay the bill
Pizza and smokes, for my aunt Jill
And my Uncle Frank

arrangement creating an engagement
Tapping toe cocktail party
Frank Sinatra's already starting
Cat's singing to the moon
Rat's smoking, consuming booze
Now

And last but not least liberals yall do nothing for me but inspire me to be stronger in my belief Though day by day yall try to test me but internally I’m

of nobody
But you're crazy, walking here on your own
It ain't safe around here
We shoot up your party and fuck all up fun up
Got caught by the bouncer, he

don't really do nothing but sin
Discovered it struck on the kid
Keep it a frank but y'all stuck in a bin
Keep it arranged, I'ma sneak in the scene like

getting situated
Me and Ben Frank heavy affiliated
Promise I won't crash out
Never for no opposition
I've been on my last times hard
Had no pot to piss in

shawty scream
Gotta add some value, if you want in on my team
Niggas better watch out, get hit by a dirty beam
I been through some hard times, Father God,

I feel closer to my lady bug
the cicada is your Labia

Cotton mouth nearly died last summer
If we both make a dry spell
We can supply the new numbers

FACEOFF
(D. ValentS)

Yes, 
It been such pleasure being with you
All these years (nah mean)
One time long ago, my mans Franks
said Yo Valents
I kinda

she suck it, yeah, I stick it, uh
If I smoke it, yeah, I spliff it
This that Hong Kong, 745, Black Wall vibe, won't you ride with it
MR38 by my side,

Lately in my mind I been thinking too much
Tendencies to complicate is my talent enough
And i got here by the work not attributed to luck
You could

(Man i don't even fuckin know
Aye 404CO made this motherfucker by the way
Yeah by the fucking way)
Politic with my brothers a few different mothers

is a hundred K
And I'm tryna get this money made (Ayy!)
By any means, and by that I mean in a bunch of ways
And my team is making so tough a wave
If

know rich niggas always look broke
You seen Frank Lucas in that fur coat
I'm like Michael Jackson with his first nose
See success could be the thing that

a lookin' at the years as they flew by
This Son of a Sailor sailed under a starry sky
For all these years your attitude, well, it never changed
And a Last

Hitters I put shooters on the pay roll


Greet me by my last name
When they tryna Greet me
with the gate code ......

I got fire in my eyes
Lion hearted young nigga won't let 'em catch me by surprise
In the streets tryna survive
So I keep it on my side
He better make

I wanna buy me a planet and get teleported Said, I fell asleep, I'll be there by the
Morning When I'm all alone, I feel very important
Run from

to tell him I get surgical with this bitch Frank
Penning for your thoughts is what a bitch think
Was captain of the ship now that bitch sank now her ass by