Lyrics:
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
For the secret life of Frank Sinatra
But none of these things have come to pass
In America the law is a piece of ass
Deportee
So it's Schnapps,
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
front pages
Young niggas catching bodies, ain't no relations
I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, Fiji
They rob you two times in a row, that's a repeat
'm probably coming
Need two commas two llamas, no drama, a lake house for momma
And a bad bitch to treat me good when I'm feeling out
Those that hold you up
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
on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house?
Ha, ha, now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it
When I was 10 years old I watched the "Gladiator", and in that moment I understood that music and cinema would
Become my life. I found answers,
records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them
hand touches your heart
Remember we all played a part in america
To help that banner wave
First clock to be made
In america was created
By a black
only by my faith in God
That I can face me
Only by my understanding
That I don’t hate me
How can y’all be Black in America
And have beef with somebody
Speaking for all of us
Then you let us into your family
Mother father brother sister wife daughter
Damn right in front of me
That's when I miss my
character
We living in Hotel America
Hotel America, Hotel America
We living in Hotel America
Hotel America, Hotel America
I live in the land where I can be
money in the way
Of all the hate they throw my way
Nothing but the best for me, I feel like Frank Sinatra
Come on, won't you fly with me
I bet I'll take
had like 6 shots but I took one cuz my aim is different
And I dont care i Stay independent
I'm so Sinatra that's a Frank decision
Switch the focus dont
still fighting to live with half a face
[Hook: Frank Knight]
Why they want my black life?
Why they want my black soul?
Why they try to tell me where I
for it
Fuck that promise and ya words if you gon lie on it
Three am, devils time, time is ticking down
Call me frank sinatra imma send in the clowns
Frank Sinatra, yea I'm holding it down
She in love with the kid but I got to leave and go get it
Now you know you can't talk about me if you ain't living
you sure, man?)
Are you kidding me, man?
That stuff in there, that stuff in there taste like fruit punch
I could drink that all night
So you got
you sure, man?)
Are you kidding me, man?
That stuff in there, that stuff in there taste like fruit punch
I could drink that all night
So you got
you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (music's getting louder)
Hug me baby, I'm a make you
you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (music's getting louder)
Hug me baby, I'm a make you
I feel that the time is here
For you to bring your body here
And give me what I've waited for
Hurry up and come on in and close the door
I
That day, I notice he's posted it
On his Instagram, with the caption
"They getting married on
A hill in Malibu" By the next morning, for
Whatever reason,
.jpg/228px-Frank_Sinatra_(1957_studio_portrait_close-up).jpg "Frank Sinatra")
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