Album: Wake Up (2013)To Be Frank[Chorus:]
Everybody's talking loudly
And they're asking where the hell have I been
If I tell them I've been to hell and back
They may never ever know what I mean
Huh, huh, are you lot talkin' 'bout me? You talkin' 'bout me?
You 're discussing a real bonafide O.G
When you're talkin' about me
To be frank, I guess this is what it feels like
To be Frank Sinatra
Seat goes back like a cool keith cut
Our class, business, the new Pete Drucker (Swah)
Feeling like there's two E's in me, Reebok
Feet up, it is too easy for me
'Cause I do this like I'm Gabrielle
For one, I'm 'oping that my dreams come true
Better Wikip'ed and read up
And even if these MCs teamed up
I'll fall asleep on the verse that they couldn't dream up
Master with the P
There's no limits I go get it
I'm so flash, I take a picture and pose in it
Fans wanna hang so I'ma rope 'em in like opium
I o.d 'em and plus I'm in my element, sodium
They watch me but I don't see them
Nick-El-Odeon, 'Cause I could drop a series for my kids
No BM, I mean, no BS, I mean Soviets
The way my blood is rushing, I could go for years
[Chorus:]
Everybody's talking loudly
And they're asking where the hell have I been
If I tell them I've been to hell and back
They may never ever know what I mean
Huh, huh, are you lot talkin' 'bout me? You talkin' 'bout me?
You 're discussing a real bonafide O.G
When you're talkin' about me
To be frank, I guess this is what it feels like
To be Frank Sinatra
My team are full of savages
We're straight savages
We don't have a bar, there's no banisters
You don't want it nah, we know barristers
The only way we get locked down is marriages
We're managers that break bread, like sandwiches
Crib like a funny farm, we attract the maddest chicks
We feed them carrots so they can use rabbit ears
To set you up, take your Ps and leave you some cabbages
Back to the BM, the way I blew the bits
Kinda reminded me of Liam, the way he threw the Brit
If I ain't winning awards, It's gonna go up in arms
A lot of links getting sprayed to the pits, to the pits
Flow colder than October but I'm feeling like it's Mayweather
See I'm just trying to do the hits
So much fly shit on my hard drive I can't do the zip
It keeps acting up and crashing
Shits Ludacris, Lets go
[Chorus:]
Everybody's talking loudly
And they're asking where the hell have I been
If I tell them I've been to hell and back
They may never ever know what I mean
Huh, huh, are you lot talkin' 'bout me? You talkin' 'bout me?
You 're discussing a real bonafide O.G
When you're talkin' about me
To be frank, I guess this is what it feels like
To be Frank Sinatra
Dining like a mobster, if there's 5 of us we order 9
Hurry with the lobster, Mr watch where you pour the wine
Its La Cosa Nostra we're the Bosses and we're all in white
Cash like Jonny in the bank, we just walk the line
To be frank, I ain't never sold drugs
You wanna talk about your drug well that's a different Frank, call the line
I never talk to pigs, I never talk to swine, we ain't touching them pricks- they pork-u-pine
You know that I'm a cool guy, I give you the mixtapes for free
Groove Rider, Dubai
If you like it, you buy if you don't then write your goodbyes
I'm being serious I don't even to write these few lines
Well anyway, whenever they ask me where the hell have I been
I say hell and back, hello I'm back
Where is my bin?
I hear all the crap coming out where we're residing
You wanna find number 1? I can tell you where he's hiding, Look close
[Chorus:]
Everybody's talking loudly
And they're asking where the hell have I been
If I tell them I've been to hell and back
They may never ever know what I mean
Huh, huh, are you lot talkin' 'bout me? You talkin' 'bout me?
You 're discussing a real bonafide O.G
When you're talkin' about me
To be frank, I guess this is what it feels like
To be Frank Sinatra
