Frankie Lymon E

La musica de Harry Fraud Yeah, The heroin seepin' through the sample like it's Frankie Lymon Tell that bitch speed it up, Now we double-timin' AP, no Cuban like we Double-signin' The homie on the run for murder, Pray they never find him Outside, Outside, we ain't never hidin' Lost too many in The cell, we forever slidin' Remember hangin' on the Wood with the homie Diamond I done came a Long way from nickel-and-dimin' Petty crimes, Snatchin' chains, all part of survivin' West Coast, We be burnin', East Side, they be wildin' Out The corner of my eye, I can see her Smilin' Not out your mind, I ain't trippin', I'll let you ride it I had my henny Shootin' up, she passed out like Frankie Lymon She Was talkin' too much, it was perfect timin' This Way deeper than rhymin' Tell me how I started With atomics and ended up with diamonds My Don C match my new Virgil Louis Vuitton kicks Rick Owen my jeans, I could only do fly shit I might let you lay with her, but that's My bitch Black Billy Mousain, the insides is ostrich It's obvious that we all in and ain't no Stoppin' us Not even sirens, it was me and My mask before the virus I don't lie for My raps, I'm being honest These bum niggas boost My confidence I'm way too used to the finer I need all of my kids draped in designer Leave me alone, I ain't do nothin', your honor Please just let me smoke my marijuana I got My own strain, I know the farmer I invested Thirty K, that was my startup I'm gettin' too Rich, I gotta keep my carbon I'm gettin' too Rich, I gotta keep my carbon Uh, High-speed shootouts Make sure you kill me over a hundred miles An hour I don't wanna die slow Fraud, Get the Ferrari I'ma take the helicopter Uh, Since you wanna be an actor How 'bout you play dead For the rest of your life? Let's make a fuckin' movie Bulletproof back block Bang, bang, Boom, boom Hundred bodies, Two-hundred guns in the room