[Verse 1: Frank G.]
Welcome to the darkside, this our side
Where we were raised on N.W.A. and the Pharcyde
Los Meadows and all the way to Parkside
It's a farcry, trying to make it being the smart guy
But I made it through and isn't what they're saying true
That you can shoot but you won't hit a thing unless you aiming fool
And I ain't got a thing to lost and only everything to prove
Ain't no more hanging loose, it's either hang it up or hang a noose
Yeah, so what's the deal, if you really know me then you know exactly how I feel
And I don't keep it real or keep it trill
I keep it in the waistband, so I suggest you keep it still
And I'ma keep it moving and I don't need you here to see me do it
Or see me through it or be under your influence
All I need is this microphone, I'm feeling the hypertone
So you know it's on when I get home
[Hook x2]
And this is Frank, All Day Every Day
And we FADED, All Day Every Day
Till I make it, all day every day
Never faked it, gotta make it no matter what they say
[Verse 2: Frank G.]
I'm taking it back to that "No Pressure" rap
First impression rappers forever last, most under pressure crack
Somebody hand me towel, I wipe the sweat from my brow
These up and comers hungry, so it's back out on the prowl
So it's back this notebook and my old ways
Trying to chef up something better than the old days
I'm better in my old age, Earvin Johnson, I hit em with a no look and a post fade
From close range, putting points up when most can't
I got em wondering how I paint pictures with no paint
And get it snapping like Anderson Silva's leg
You can plead and beg, but you cannot stop it or even k** the plague
As long as Mike is making drums, I'll roll and blaze a blunt
And when this album releases, we'll toast Jamaican rum
Clydesdale, we making a run. Soulfood, we make it as one
I been FADED, you outdated and faking it son
[Hook x2]
And this is Frank, All Day Every Day
And we FADED, All Day Every Day
Till I make it, all day every day
Never faked it, gotta make it no matter what they say