Ihsan - Hip Hop Sinatra Lyrics

I ain't Mr. Steal Your Chick
I'm Mr. Rock Your Bitch To Sleep
In missionary position before I leave you can keep her
I got her picture and her number in our friendship clause
Matter of fact I'm still logged in on her Netflix bruh
She relentless bruh
I had to test this bruh
An hour later she had emptied my testes bruh
Ha
And now she cookin' me eggs
She's a shit chef but she gives incredible head
So she forgiven I be sinning on the daily I admit
And if I die today I'm gonna be in deep shit
Representing BB7 on the corners I be dwelling
With my fellas if I die you better ask for me in heaven
If I ain't there already
I'm steadily heavily getting depressed
Every melody giving me stress
Pursuit to be the f*cking best
Got me on the f*cking edge...

For real though
Ay what's the deal though?
Ay why you tryna screw me over? F*ckin dildos
Imma be on billboards ill flows make you say 'Damn'
Feel more realer than a J. Cole jam
Jangle Leg Jangle Leg's what you are f*ckin Bernies
Stuck in a box open your ears and just hear me
I've no chill the flow ill you cant cure me
I'll freestyle whilst in your bitch boy don't dare me
Don't come near me
Okay I'll start pronouncing shit right
Do come near me
Because my bars are fire alright
I'm writing all night and chasing this dream
Been
Cooking the beats from the age of fifteen
Keen
To see my name on your TV screen
So imma grind through the night so you'll remember me
What's my name!?
'This boy think he great
Like he's Cassius Clay
Just raps all day and earns no wage'
Ha, You might be right but hey
It's either this or a slave to cooperate companies
Who pay you averagely so lady
I'd rather die enormous than live dormant
Get rich or die tryin' baby get to know the slogan
Yeah, Uh
Get to know the slogan
But on a lighter note I'm taking over music
A finger in every pie kinda like I abused it
No I ain't rap imma hip hop Sinatra
I make my own lane and imma have my own genre