Verse: 1Too much opulence in my confidenceLook at all the deals that they offer him, all for himTo show up in his new BalenciagaNew phase, the new saga, the star, the panty dropperThe car, the ghost pop up, out of nowhereAs spooky as it is, man there's no fear, oh fear, oh yeahLa vida loca is what we oath here, so rare, oh we'reMoguls in the making, making moguls, go too'sProtools, protocol, pros and consConsequences of being way too, way too on, way too on, way too goneGoing like I'm never stoppingHere's something you won't like man I'm never stoppingAlways shopping, for new desires but never buy into what they talkingNo music vents just twitter rants, they always talking, keep stalkingMy profile on the low, while I'm working on getting my tires on the low proAll the people around me are inspiringCan't burn me out, man I'm tiringFrank is tailored made as the attire on himAnd I know the envy weighs as much as they admire himCEO flow on the job, can't fire himIf I were you too I'd also wish I were him ,yeah, yeahHere's another masterpiece, to my art museumI guess this the record for those who've been fuelling himFooling him, is a no, no, you should all knowAuto motor when I manoeuvre, ooh I, Knew IWas a special case, when I was born during a commaBeen through thick and thin, now we trying to tone upOur days at the Daytona, politicians, business owners, whenever we pick the phone upRing, ring, does it ring a bell?Something from me, something from myself to youVerse: 2They wish you well until you're well on your wishesWe burning up swishers, while they burning up bridgesThe vision is just too vivid, for us to be ass kissing, no, noThe train is moving, oh no, you just missed it, like ah, there it goesYou just missed your exit, Frank is too expert to be desperateBest threads, legs spread, bedspreads, so wet, so wet, moët, moët, ah yeah, ah yeah,ah yeah all yearAnd we taking all your women, silky as Montana with the linenProtagonist got her tagging with the villain, what a feelingFeeling like a million dollar home, with high ceilings, yeahFor every prices there's a sacrificeI done sold my car to be a star, story of my lifeIronic right? How this killed beat simply give me lifeHow I tell my visions from your living room televiseLook mama I'm on TVJust before the riches, that's my song, that's the DGFrank, when you dropping a EP?The sound is international, is he really where we be?GP blue number plate, the city where gold beGot your bae camping like its Clifton at coast beachWe don't pay for numbers like these labels for post reachThe character in me is calculated like post tweetsOG, OG, kush up, kush up, kush upOn the la la, I need your V for entertainment LalaBad ting, bad ting, bad ting, you me reggaeYoung, heartless and famousWhat a life that I'm chasingI cannot live basicSomething from me and I embrace it
