To Be Frank Songtext
von Shane Eagle

Smoke my blunt in peace
Nigga rest in peace
Got a plug overseas
Bitch, overseas
If you ain′t talking money
Please don't talk to me
If you ain′t talking money
Please don't talk to me


Yeah, know a jake man
He jewish with the paper
So you know the new crib got a couple acres
And my new Benz had to go and get the face lift
Cause my bitch say she wanna fuck where it's spacious
Look, I don′t even listen to the rap shit
I just bump Frank Sinatra
Cause my daddy was an OG, you feel me
Fuck you talking bout?
Make a blind hoe feel me
Activate, activate
42, 42
Big 42′s on the neck
Yeah, niggas ain't a threat
Got ′em pressed, yeah
Been a little minute since my momma been stressed
That's a flex
Put a rock on my girl hand, she the best
Run the city in my slobs and a vest
Hit the beams like a motherfuckin′ X man
Fucked his secretary while she signing all my checks man
Not a sprint, this a marathon and I'm gone
Banging on my chest, great bait
Got a motherfuckin′ tail like a
Came to innovate
Niggas came to emulate
Realest nigga till I disintegrate
Yeah, yeah man fuck em
I had to son em
I had to bun em
There's no one like em
The most flyest
The royal highness
Shine, yeah combo combo like Street Fighter
Then I

Smoke my blunt in peace
Nigga rest in peace
Got a plug overseas
Bitch, overseas
If you ain't talking money
Please don′t talk to me (to me)
If you ain′t talking money
Please don't talk to me