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