Lyrics:
Ayo, for real, look, let me just say this
I wanna say I love Def Jam, Def Jam changed my fucking life
There's definitely some fuckboys in that
career's a prophecy now
Better grab your jacket, 'cause in this world we live in it's cold out
And when my album hit the stores it's sold out
Like these
album hit the shelf
Grandma's favorite, she could not understand
How there's people in the world who wouldn't want me as a neighbor
Had to explain
nigga wanna touch me
But you know it turn out ugly, ooh
Frank Sinatra with John Gotti in a Maybach
That's just me and my engineer, hope it don't go
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
It's hardly effective
I just laugh at the gesture
I'm doing better now
Pasta series every night
Nats got me filling out
I was in my feelings for a year
Sinatra and stand for president
Painting by numbers is easy to do
Painting by numbers I want to paint you
If I had a ladder I'd climb up to the sky
some flicks
I want to wake up with a woman, not wake up with a...huh
I want to follow my dreams, not get stuck in a line
'Cause by the time I reach
By the way we keep it G got the hoes choosing
Check the score nigga no we ain't the ones losing
Choppin' blades while I'm Saturday night cruising
night
Doot doot doot
Yeah we party all night on the blacktop
I got sick with this world talk
This Allison word talk
I gotta fly to mars like I'm Elon in
the ice cold
My Spotify plays just doubled, as patrons compliment the flow
As I take my seat, Frank Sinatra on repeat
I'm greeted with a glass
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
das, dich und deinen Scheißdreck
Ich bin King Frank White jetzt kack ich auf dein Scheißtext
Wer ich bin? Die Nummer 1 in meiner Stadt
Ich fick dich
Ich bin King Frank White jetzt kack ich auf dein Scheißtext
Wer ich bin? Die Nummer 1 in meiner Stadt
Ich fick dich und euer Album mit nur einem coolen
could pull the moon down here
Come and put your arm around me
Toothfairy in the night
I could jump out the window
I feel too alive Im too alive
Diamonds
on the hull
I give Frank frequent baths
I make sure he's nice and clean
And we love to watch the night sky
As we dance on through the moonlight
While
funny how wasn't nobody interested
'Til the night I almost killed myself in Lexus
Now I am
(Here's to the Roc)
And they ask me, they ask me, they
A Real shit pickle prize back to Cucumber town
Dream about comin back too
Just to wish you in the ground
Album coming Y'all better reach out now
Cause
friends
Ma Barker, Ma Barker
Frank Sinatra, Margaret Thatcher
Peter Rachman, John Wayne
Nixon, Nixon, Charlemagne
Bill Grundy, Ted Bundy
Catherine de
Diablo
cnd Frank Pussy
Incarcerated by my emotions
Right and wrong is drowned in emulsion
One dirty deed bred
My expulsion
Bash in my compulsive brain
Then knocked the guard's heads off like Frank Bialowas
My audios like heroin plug it in absorb it
Davey Dips syck hop chop it up and snort it
love for my homies who done shed blood for my homies
In the night sometimes I wish I coulda took slugs for my homies
But they gone now and you better
In the world to live"
Oh yeah! Yeah! There are so many ways to die in New York city
Come on! Race riots, drive by shootings, subway crashes
here then we might as well shine together (all up in my ears)
Better now than never, business before pleasure (the mic is loud, but the music isn't
.jpg/228px-Frank_Sinatra_(1957_studio_portrait_close-up).jpg "Frank Sinatra")
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