Quante - FRANKIE LYMON FREESTYLE

Yea
Legend of today
Fuck all that tomorrow shit
We Kicking down doors
Yea we barging in
Drown in all that hate that you harboring
I can stomp you out in 17s or Louis moccasins
Lion in a cage when I'm locking in
Relying on alliances to tie you in
A have you hanging from a rope
That's why you gotta get it on your own
That be the realest shit I ever wrote
Doctor said marijuana ain't the way to cope
Need it more than ever like I need a Porsche 911
Tryna buy my way to heaven where's the groupon
I only feel close to god when I do wrong
Women only love you when you choose to move on
Oh boy your chain skating on thin ice
Might buy a bottle tonight for the same price
Lights hit the ice it don't twinkle or glitter
Birdman and Manny Fresh a be ashamed of you niggas
In the villa playing Pop Smoke
Smelling like Gelato and Dior
All the way from Bmore
DJ on the mic before I preform
Sparks flying in the air like right before you see Thor
Loki Know I'm beyond
Timeless
Algorithms only thing altering my timeline
Delta variant
Disrupt the world when I find time.
Got your girl on the top floor of my high rise
I'm forever fly like a photo of a sky dive
Yea
I can give you more
Running through the 6 a lil different here
Woes a set you up in the trenches here
Scary hours niggas disappear
For the Power Ghost you find you in a different year
Uh
Cause this a cruel place
Spent a lot of dark nights like two face
I'm a lot to swallow If I do say
Drinking from the bottle on a Tuesday
Waiting on the chef to bring my sous flay
Every night eating from a bigger plate and new place
This the only thing I might say that could be poor taste
I don't feel like anybody out can out hustle me
If I was OJ I'd be in commercials selling cutlery

Written by:
Quante Newton

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