English Frank - English Frank Warm Up Sessions (sbtv) lyrics

English frank SBTV I see my life flash before me You boy try to war me You manna bore me Telling the same old story At thirteen I shot my first G At sixteen I shot my first key Mummy and daddy knew I was naughty The streets tried to extort me Its forty four time little manna know i bust forty forty Back in the day, nah manna woulda fought me but now nah manna wanna see me see forty so Im 'haps if I reach twenty five Call my best friend he died at twenty five Nah it aint no lie if i say Im living that real life I aint safe on this war going on outside are you really from the ends do you really push a benz have you really lost friends do you really hold skens do you really spit gems really shot peng one of them you know where Im coming from friend f** seventy-five thousand cds fam five hundred keys and a green in my hand a hundred Gs of cream cheese in the bank you got problems with d** then just talk to Frank whenever i whether whatever the weather I am holding feud whether or not its in my hand residual income yin yang fam Blacklist click army orangatang gang, bang! For rap shat famalam my fam will bang a man badaman get battered up and battered with my hand body parts buried in the belly of my lamb boy betta know Ill bury anybody in your clan Im better than you man I bet a man a grand Im better than better with a Beretta in my hand I bet evun that there can never ever be a better fella ever in this shadow of a man Rebbellion and drillin in the hand a son of a man and fella medalin with gangs peddelin my grams You said youre gonna bang but are you gonna bang though DAMN NO I thought to bloody buck shot your bang hoe where im from Jill Dando is how it can go in a movie round here I know real rambo poppa ta man is like pop a shango with little man, love to pop a mango .... coming at me from 3 months old, Man, I'm still seeing dope from from seven years ago, I got links seeing dope from 20 years ago, 5 years ago Where the f** was you though? Ive been doing this for years Blood, sweat, and tears. When you was taught I was ending careers. on road i'm rapping, I never had no peers I'm the best that ever did it, betta get that clear, Cuz', Im a maniac, slash brainiac only mack mans, way back with a big slappas, a big track , a fact that the big man just rit that so take a Kit-Kat and sit back with your sh** raps, Talking about 10 grand for? I spent 10 grand on my floors and doors, he's not a rolly' on, no whip, no money in the bank, and he's still living at his moms poor. These dumb MC's are talking about 4 5's about 45 times in the rhymes. If everybody had a body on the 9 then every other body would be bodied on my line So if, all this murder talk ain't no lie, more men would be murdered alie. It's a lot, It's a lot, no it's a lie, it's a lie. Cry wolf till the wolf make a sly but die if you don't have to think twice if I break the ice like, f** a red flag. f** a blue flag. Sorry fam, I just had to do that. What colors when you bang, you only bang on you fam. When I bang, I bang gyal, I bang i do man Lift him off his feet and put him back in the new van. Wrap him in a box, jimmy choo man, But only do man if you have to do man. Real gangsters know want to shoot man. They'd rather get man lost for loot, fam. Now Imma go in too deep for these yout man Who really don't know about the truth fam. Round here, we die for a reason It's not over colors why we're squeezing Its over b**hes and drug money. So if man robbed you or f**ed your honey. Or even talk bout your money. it gets ugly, this ain't Bugs Bunny Man will push the baby buggie with a bucky and a huggie but, Donnie had a duppie on the buggie, And to think I have to live around you, fu*k YOU. I don't glamorize it, I an*lyze it. So an*lyze this, My manors madness, Many man and my man are madder than a mad hatter It's a game of snakes and ladders and there's nothing but adders.