Frankie Carbone - Smoke DZA, NYM LO

Most consistent

Better fits

And my interviews is hotter

183rd Street

Holla

Back to japan

Get … on the phone

We get money, nigga

Fuck where you rank me, I’m on

First off i’d like to thank me, I’m stoned

They janky, they clones

Cmon, I’m iced cold, bitch

Frankie carbone

Rallying up the troops

Homie was wallin of the juice

I had to kick him in his ass

I had $ 2,000 boots

Don’t be a victim on the ave

Your older homie was the proof

I’m from an era buddle up niggas

Would rob you for your goose

Hol' up, you was never a star

You carried kittles, nigga

You from a lineage of little niggas

You in the middle

Sorta like second fiddle

Trying to belittle niggas

You ever questioned how you living, nigga

Game changer, underdogs taking the lead

Boss nigga but my purpose bigger than me

Pick of the litter

Pick up the tree for a fee

Hit the bakery and holla at chee

Godspeed

I look like a boss

I feel like a boss

I smell like a boss

I taste like a boss

Lo

I pop shit bottles and tags

I promise you that

Whip the color with detergent

On the top is a rag

Headquarters is the block on the ave

My little homie like the hot shit and brag

He puts in work like time in a half

Napkin tucked in my shirt

As i fine dine

Japanese

I got a strip I put DO in his prime time

You was screaming gang gang

5th was screaming gang gang

And a pair 680's 40 real hyper

Gortex I fuck with money niggas

We all fresh

We all got it out the …

My little man scams with the cardis like offset

We had the … So we did it for the culture

Said he want to ball in miami like he supposed to

Guess that makes me __________

Pretty bitch that swallowing she in the rover

As long as I promise together toes done

(Lo)