I spent a lot of nice evenings listening to your music

And I just wonder, I said I wonder who Frank listens to?

Well I play Jerry Vale and some of those guysInteresting concept, yes it is but I can answer that by telling you that (Yo)

Those lovely moments

I play Daphnis and Chloe (Yo my boy we comin′ back shit)

Bring that shit it's round two motherfuckers

Let′s go Chris we back baby

Y'all already know what's going the fuck on

I got No Fears on this shit

Hey look I know you′re gonna do another number with the band cause I know you got a recording session tonight

Back to my roots, playing on the Blacktop

Always scheming shit it′s non stop

Playing baseball they put me on short stop

Hustle round the corner

Shoot my shot with the crop top, I blast off

Call me Jimmy I'm outer space, I′m clicking you count traces

They was clowning on me like I got no game, sole aim

So excuse me while I flirt, I'm playing cause I′m sure

I'm sicker than Kai MERS, you wicking while I stir

Just floating around in a circle

Make it complete like Mac Miller, smoking on purple

Hit the park then I turn on Myrtle

It′s a menage, my goals to live large while your life is scripted

Do what you want just don't have your body listed

I feel like I'm on a chase while I′m Sippin′ on Something

Shout to Ace One Eight, checking models rolling without a case

I am keeping this pace, just running the base

I am just finding myself, embracing myself

(These are the sounds today)

Yeah we jumping off the rooftops

Balling hard with the bros on the Blacktop

Bumping music so loud it go crazy

Jump around vibe out like

Doot doot doot doot

Vibe out like

Doot doot doot doot

That shit sound like

Doot doot doot doot

Party all night

Doot doot doot

Yeah we party all night on the blacktop

Fifth grade, it was all safe

Playing with the bros bumping music all day

Sixth grade comes by just a bit different

Set her goals we was going through the dream wish list

Seventh grade lil shawty got that pussy on my mind

Speed it up like Busta Rhymes what a weird time, eight grade

Looking to the future, clear skies ahead

All my old dreams had to put them to bed, ninth grade

The homies turning into fiends

Went from little kids, to smoking on the green

2019 Somniac starting spitting heat

The only motherfucker that is known not to miss a beat

Tenth grade, that shit got cut short

The world got silenced like it was a damn court

Eleventh grade was something

Ayo, what was we doing in eleventh grade

Fuck were you doing in eleventh grade

Oh yeah, we was

We was jumping off the rooftops

Balling hard with the bros on the Blacktop

Bumping music so loud it go crazy

Jump around vibe out like

Doot doot doot doot

Vibe out like

Doot doot doot doot

That shit sound like

Doot doot doot doot

Party all night

Doot doot doot

Yeah we party all night on the blacktop

I got sick with this world talk

This Allison word talk

I gotta fly to mars like I'm Elon in the Musk huh

That′s words coming out from 8 year old me

Tryna write my verbs out, like I'm rolling my sleeves

I got sick of this bitch talk, the wanna be rich talk

The wanna have fancy cars, apart of me pissed off

Y′all ain't preach what you speak, It′s everyday of the week

All y'all do is chat shit and smoke hella weed

I was always excited for the Scholastic book shop

Back in 6th grade not even worrying bout getting paid

On the blacktop we was hoping it wouldn't rain

That shit lame, all we want to do is ball out like Dame

Tryna reach the rim, always worrying bout my height

Used to get my thumb busted in when I couldn′t catch the ball right

Always shooting our shot, just feeling the seams

And we on this damn shit, don′t sleep on your dreams

(These are the sounds today)

Yeah we jumping off the rooftops

Balling hard with the bros on the Blacktop

Bumping music so loud it go crazy

Jump around vibe out like

Doot doot doot doot

Vibe out like

Doot doot doot doot

That shit sound like

Doot doot doot doot

Party all night

Doot doot doot

Yeah we party all night on the blacktop

No that's it for me

Boombani Boombotzo

Two bullets in the head Thursday

He started his car with your album on

And now he′s a highway