Lyrics:
I just dropped by to see the house
I used to live in
I hope that you don't mind
I won't stay very long
So long ago someone and I lived here
down a plane
Infa-Red's my name but fuck all that
Fall back and witness how the streets made me the grimiest nigga alive
I sell you a fake pie, shoot
We up in the lab, two Spanish, one Arab lady
Laying on the bed, looking like a drag
Had the pillow cuffed, looking at me and Frank, her grill was
and prove me wrong and
Pretend like you're immortal.
She said, He said live like no tomorrow
Every day we borrow brings us
One step closer
like honey
Eyes on me, I drip out the car like money
I'm the one that you're always trying to be like
Frankly, I'm a queen, you live in a beehive
Queen
Vigilantes warning ya,
Calling Christian and Gloria
I don't wanna live in the modern world!
I don't wanna live in the modern world!
I don't wanna live in
Navigator
Steppin on your toes playa, stuffin up your alligators
I'm ghetto, like Newport cigarettes, feel me
Boom bap and slap that ass silly
This is
that Frank's channeling
The Ku Klux Klan see me and my managers
But thank me when they ask where the Five Panels is (fuck)
Man, I suck now, I ain't
(yeah)
Rest in peace to Afeni and her son Pac
You sent me that plaque with his rhyme sheet, I haven't forgot (nah)
Blow 30 million in a month, call it
that's Young Sinatra
Prepare for departure, partner
Just me and my room, steady vision like a Dolly zoom
Hopin' I'll make it out, probably soon
Smoke
to enjoy a freedom that can not be rearranged by fear. To let nothing stand in the way of the freedom of those who chose to live here so today is 1980 again
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"
dragon
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
What is A-mer-i-ca to me?
A name, a map, the flag I see,
a cer-tain word, "De-moc - ra - cy."
What is A-mer-i-ca to me?
The house I live in
but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) Ha-ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)
No! If he had, he wouldn't have ended up in
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
I'd come for
She said "I'm sorry son but no one by that name lives here anymore"
My father's house shines hard and bright
It stands like a beacon
full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
[Chorus]
Good mornin' America, how are you?
Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights,
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
I'm, in a room filled with holographic images
Path is limitless, death, well that's ridiculous
I'm a live forever, cause a legend never die
See
Never address me as "Robert" unless it's 'bout that Dinero
Far from a hero, I ain't never savin' hoes
I'm not defined by these clothes, and zeros
It
wanna brothel
No, I want a wife that fuck me like a prostitute
Let's make love on a million, in a dirty hotel
With the fan on the ceiling, all for
Joey Diaz unashamed
Live my life until my story hit that glory come acclaimed
Frank Sinatra answer every single call to action aye
That’s life
.jpg/228px-Frank_Sinatra_(1957_studio_portrait_close-up).jpg "Frank Sinatra")
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