9 Frangipani lyrics

[Intro]
What if I'm not that good?
What if I don't make it?
What if you do make it?
And what if you are that good
Bobby, you'll never know until you try
You've got to give it are all Bobby
You've got to give it all you've got!

[Verse]
Promiscuous b*tches don't cover up and Epstein didn't either
How many potent mentions that critically
Undercut and kept me in bits and pieces Various teachings
I can't keep secrets so into existence I speak it
Lay down with dogs and get up with a flea itch
So keep peepers on the different b*tches you sleep with
Lil' n*gga this is G sh*t meaning
God sounds hidden inside these thesis
'xcept you can hear it clearly so peep it
Inside my mind the enemy cries until my exterior teary, I desist
To keep it 100, if you can take it from me b*tch you can keep it
Consequences for showing weakness like the antibodies in my mother's body
Diseased we to receive rhesus right
Turns I continue to take despite previously lacking key insights
Stayin' weeded and sharpened to keep my penknife
While avoiding a pen and wearing penstripes
b*tch we eating check my cabinet b*tch look at it
Gushers and bags of chips
He be leaking if he go grabbing packs up out my cupboard and he didn't ask consequence
They all sheep I call my dog yeah we heard em inside that fence
Flipped up my mattresses upgrade my stats a bit and then go grab a Benz
I sent lyrics for them n*ggas that ain't got it but they tryna' get it
Cuz it's a lot more n*ggas that's without it than n*ggas with it
I won't mention nothing that I'm not living honest or I never witnessed
I'm so descriptive with how I did it, done it and that's the difference
I used to wanna die but now a n*gga feel so alive being alive
I love corny mantras like you miss every shot that a n*gga didn't even try
Maximize my potential with all of the sh*t that I been applied
Get off the couch and apply to Everest but a n*gga didn't but I did Devry
One day you'll get it right when pork grow wings and pigs will fly
n*gga but you a houser and you couldn't even fly straight and you didn't glide
But be advised when a n*gga is fueled by hate and a n*gga dies
'Cause it's a God when a n*gga get hit bout 50 times and he still survive
[Outro]
I kept listening, and listening
Until one day, I started believing it, and I quit
Lost my chops
Man! When I was singing, I was the happiest man alive, singing!
Bobby, there ain't nothing to it but to do it!