Frank Casino - Something From Me lyrics

Verse: 1 Too much opulence in my confidence Look at all the deals that they offer him, all for him To show up in his new Balenciaga New phase, the new saga, the star, the panty dropper The car, the ghost pop up, out of nowhere As spooky as it is, man there's no fear, oh fear, oh yeah La vida loca is what we oath here, so rare, oh we're Moguls in the making, making moguls, go too's Protools, protocol, pros and cons Consequences of being way too, way too on, way too on, way too gone Going like I'm never stopping Here's something you won't like man I'm never stopping Always shopping, for new desires but never buy into what they talking No music vents just twitter rants, they always talking, keep stalking My profile on the low, while I'm working on getting my tires on the low pro All the people around me are inspiring Can't burn me out, man I'm tiring Frank is tailored made as the attire on him And I know the envy weighs as much as they admire him CEO flow on the job, can't fire him If I were you too I'd also wish I were him ,yeah, yeah Here's another masterpiece, to my art museum I guess this the record for those who've been fuelling him Fooling him, is a no, no, you should all know Auto motor when I manoeuvre, ooh I, Knew I Was a special case, when I was born during a comma Been through thick and thin, now we trying to tone up Our days at the Daytona, politicians, business owners, whenever we pick the phone up Ring, ring, does it ring a bell? Something from me, something from myself to you Verse: 2 They wish you well until you're well on your wishes We burning up swishers, while they burning up bridges The vision is just too vivid, for us to be a** kissing, no, no The train is moving, oh no, you just missed it, like ah, there it goes You just missed your exit, Frank is too expert to be desperate Best threads, legs spread, bedspreads, so wet, so wet, moët, moët, ah yeah, ah yeah,ah yeah all year And we taking all your women, silky as Montana with the linen Protagonist got her tagging with the villain, what a feeling Feeling like a million dollar home, with high ceilings, yeah For every prices there's a sacrifice I done sold my car to be a star, story of my life Ironic right? How this k**ed beat simply give me life How I tell my visions from your living room televise Look mama I'm on TV Just before the riches, that's my song, that's the DG Frank, when you dropping a EP? The sound is international, is he really where we be? GP blue number plate, the city where gold be Got your bae camping like its Clifton at coast beach We don't pay for numbers like these labels for post reach The character in me is calculated like post tweets OG, OG, kush up, kush up, kush up On the la la, I need your V for entertainment Lala Bad ting, bad ting, bad ting, you me reggae Young, heartless and famous What a life that I'm chasing I cannot live basic Something from me and I embrace it