Lyrics:
graduated like alumni's
We one body man one mind, Open your mind up to Nirvana
Go listen to some frank sinatra, Go call your doctor
And tell em that SKYWALKER
and they all hate
Frank Sinatra on this shit I did it my way
never sleep
Think my albums best the hundredth time
Optimistic when I'm in this state
Delete button thick when coming down
I should water proof my pillow
Frank Sinatra hustle, Rat Pack, 'Did it My Way'
I know we don't see eye to eye, you ain't never lied
We should part ways 'fore somebody catch a homicide
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
of my dreams
Your frank mysticisms never seem to be quite clean
You were more like, nevermind then, I was very much bleach
But that album, it makes me
the words rolling about your head for years
and the clay of your face withering
the well of your sorrow is untapped
hearts are heavy barricades
reality flow
I'm tryna time my album dropping
With a reality show
Cock the MAC-11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist
Tell her we in press heaven (Ha
a young Frank Sinatra
All my rhymes are catchy
Ten-thousand percent bearbrick speaking arabic
Cold as fuck, sitting high up, I'm on a chair-lift
Flip
scared for years to try to do this album
How you follow up a classic? What's the outcome?
Failure and tragedy, now everybody's mad at me
'Cause I ain't
was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you
. (about.)
You had a cold for a year, are you trying to bring a cold into zis country. oh my God don't cough on me. what is this medal say. sais berlin
on my life, I am not pulling the dinger! I am telling ya, this is god's honest truth.
Well after the release of the album, the band were branded
alright.
Cause I'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night.
When I was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp
that shit
You guys are way overbudget
Yo, listen, I do not wanna lose my job for of this
Love you guys, but I got two kids in private school
And by
on and on and on
On and on and on
This is the year that I come in and just devastate
My style is great ask your peoples can I dominate?
My rhymes are harder than last night's erection
I look in my album of ghosts
So many memories year after year
People who never bought the immortality
All of them are passed and gone
These days when
come with me rock with me am frank like sinatra,
three quarters of the content you consume daily is doctored,
too many of your so called icons are just
alone knock-a
A clock on my chest proves I don't fess
I'm a clock-a, rock-a rockin' wit-da-rest
Flavor in da house by chuck-d's side
Chuck got da
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
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my
no
Nah
No, no, no, nuh, fah, nah, no, my, my, my, my
We plant the thorns in the vine
We know we are all the vine
Now, all we need is sunshine
All we
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
for each man (Damn)
Then I scrapped that, 2 albums are now shelved
A personal hell completely composed by myself (Mmm)
But this one's workin', dropped
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