English Frank Warm Up Sessions (sbtv) Lyrics - Singles - English Frank

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 

fuck 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 drugs 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 fuck 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 shit 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, 

Fuck a red flag. 

Fuck 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 bitches and drug money. 

So if man robbed you or fucked 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, FUCK YOU. 

I don't glamorize it, 

I analyze it. 

So analyze 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.