Still Sinatra Lyrics

Really want me to go back just to the way I rap

To the ways I clap, oh to the day I snap

Hadder cause I want to take all of the cake y'all stacked

War story, my bars turned Cubase Iraq

I don't even wanna talk about, the fakes y'all bought

Tryna make y'all stop

Imma fake I'm nuts, the greatest alive

But I be stuck in this place, the force

I'm on my way back, I'm grinding like a raging horse

My jaws flippin', bars out, guns slinging

I'm basic knowledge, but they mind's out, sun slipping

The cloud riddim, we be way past the mud slinging

Now I'm back to the grind, I'm certified with more rhythm

I push past the pause, the play back, be now giving

Now I be practicin' the ways that I been found preaching

For all reasons, I'm seasoned like the Four Seasons

some-r wish that I could fall, I'm cold for no reason

In the meantime, I still shine like it be springtime

I'm on my vibe, ish, like I just cut'em from ring time

I'm bad for the main time, I'm ill for the sick time

My bars are felonies, & my rap, just be the same crime

And lyrically, I mean, y'all just be on me time

I'm down, glowerin', so I just set free a new kind

So it's peace for the meantime, till I'm back when it's beast time

I left the most shook with these lines just from my free time

You heard

Ayo, verse two comin' soon

Better listen to me