Frank Ocean (feat. SOLE) - BIG Naughty

I said, niggas be takin' life too serious I swear my music take lives, uh, period MellowHype, things independent, Freedmind pyramids Breaking walls down, never a Black Hawk Down, oh They put a label on me, but I see they're all clowns That's why I talk English and think fast Feel my words through the ink's last letter Which'll never turn his back, back catcher I grab extra magazines I'm in to remind me of the places I've been Returning to visit again, me and my fuckin' friends Before I hit the stage I clench my microphone until my fist hurt Before I eat sushi, I'd rather get to know the fish first For all the cats behind my time that rhyme, that shit's worth— Everything in my mental state now I'm secure, mental ways Dental plates in my jaw for spitting raw just because I like to floss my talent (Uh-uh-uh-uh) yeah Think I'ma wear the yellow tux at the Grammys And rock out with my cock out Like, "Who this kid think he is?" It's just something I seen Prince do, it's true But no matter what, I'm showing up Who gives a flying floating fuck what people say or think? 'Cause end of the day, start of the day, they all said we wouldn't get here anyway You blink, and Wolf Gang's in this bitch When I was a kid I wanted to be just like you (When I grew up, when I, when I, grew up) Write my own rhymes, recite 'em a couple times Hoping one day it blew up so me and my niggas could shine I got three quarters and about ten dimes You can split them tens up, 'cause both these quarters are mines, nigga Let's fuckin' celebrate, Wolf Gang confederate We made it, we made it, we made it, and you hatin' 'Cause we made it and we made it, and that is not an understatement (Oh) I put that on the people that I stay with, live day-to-day with Tour bus is the slave ship, niggas worked the grave shift Record, clean up, and play disc We must be misbehaving, but the fans love it; they get the subject Niggas claim to be rappers but don't fulfill the substance Fuckin' rubbish, I'll dust quick, nothing to fuck with I've got my hands on my balls, like my nuts itch Think I'ma wear the yellow tux at the Grammys And rock out with my cock out (Ayy) Like, "Who this kid think he is?" It's just something I seen Prince do, it's true But no matter what, I'm showing up Who gives a flying, floating fuck what people say or think? 'Cause end of the day, start of the day, they all said we wouldn't get here anyway You blink, and Wolf Gang's in this bitch I remember, I first played Trick' some OF shit (Ooh-ooh-ooh) And he fronted on it, like, "Nah, that shit will never work" (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Hahaha Like, "What?" Family (Haha) These two wrists of mine I had to make them gold You gotta let me shine (Right, right) If you're a friend of mine Ask any friend of mine I'll never block your glow, won't curb your high We be in a place they never been Hella bands for the hell of it In Paris, Paris, Paris White wings on desert sand Flyin' over the Taliban, probably We be in a place they never been Hella bands for the hell of it In Paris, Paris, Paris White wings on desert sand Flyin' over the Taliban, probably

Mosh pits & bare chest Stage diving sky diver Spray the crowd with cold water Now its mosh pits & wet tits I think I need a cold shower Cool waters African girl speaks in english accent Likes to fuck boys in bands Likes to watch westerns And ride me without the hands Show me her passport She's on her own tour But youre beautiful to me Wave em high girl to the sky But you're beautiful to me (We're in the clouds) Wave em high girl to the sky But you're beautiful to me (Life in the clouds) Leep em high ya'll (Beautiful stars) In the sky Monks in the mosh pit Stage diving dalai lama Feet covered in cut flowers They mosh for enlightenment Clean chakra good karma One with the water Indian girl sleeps above the temple Planning a run away young at heart You found a boyfriend And now you wanna get away Just a virgin lover on a getaway And at sunset they're gonna try & get away Abhaya Mudra I never ask for much But please keep up lover We've got no choices left The running's fast Run run run run You're beautiful to me Run run run run you'd better run You mean so much to me In my world We made it safely Even with your father's army trailing us We escaped him Even with his archer's bows at our backs What a great escape But theres a long way still in fact We're lost in a jungle underneath these clouds There's a monsoon that never ends A coke white tiger woke us from our slumber To guide & protect us til the end We're in the clouds Wave em high now to the sky But you're beautiful to me Keep em high ya'll show you right But you're beautiful to me Beautiful

Only a nascent trying to harness huge fire Out on the beach in the darkness starting bonfire So gorgeous, a man might cry Burning trees in the basement start a cool fire Feel my heartbeat racing, baby you're on fire So gorgeous, a man might cry Back in Paris you told me you were suicidal It's not a vacation if I lose you to the Eiffel You're gorgeous but you can't fly A hidden admirer sent me roses white as fire We took our handfuls it was war, flower fighter Wildfire Wildfire Wildfire Wildfire Oh no oh, oh

Could this be Earth? Could this be light? Does this mean everything is going to be alright? One look out my window, there's trees talking like people I've dreamt of storms, I've dreamt of sound I've dreamt of gravity keeping us around I've slept in the darkness, it was lonely, and it was silent What is this love? I don't feel the same Don't believe what this is, could be given a name I woke, you were there, tracing planets on my forehead But I'll forget 23 like I forget 17 And I forget my first love like you forget a daydream And what of all my wild friends, and the times I've had with them We'll all fade to grey soon on the TV station

Nineteen ninety three three three The brand new beginning A brand new year The season of the cruddy niggas, ha! The super producer Kay Gee is in the mother fuckin house And on the microphone, the naughty boy number two Vin Rock is in this place, ha! And finally the king of the panty raid, punani don Treach Wrecking up the set, ha! Now coming straight from a hundred and eighteenth street III Town, East Orange Naughty by Nature introduces, ha, the year we take no shorts Anybody caught dissin' We're takin' it straight to your mother fuckin' face, ha And we ain't bullshittin', ha, Haha Nineteen ninety three three three Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go, Here we go, Come on As long as I can shit solids and piss liquids I'ma kick it I ain't got to say I'm wicked scalping ass whippin' tickets And for those who has to swear we stay here We don't relief to the streets nobody in there helped us outta here Pile up the switch up, switch up the style up Say something fouled up, you come to step to us I say you're towered, go and get your neck knocked off Get a wreck off, so step off, before you wipe the floor like a step cloth They like to do all, jumping hoes on low Like judo, my bite, leaves your brain feeling light Like to heav- you know, you know I ought flows ago Cause my version go, having mo than yo Toe to toe and much mo in sto', keep you nose on my dough How much I made?, don't get dis grin, just know my income comes in There's really nothing left to throw, tell us wheres the flow to show Uh oh so here we go Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go, Here we go, Come on You ain't hard enough to hit wind Knock down breath fight through rain Here's the perfect record Scaring rappers with my name? And if you can't say hello at the same show Then don't sit your R&B ass in the same row Cause I might have a fit y'all I might try to twist your wig off And tell you when the hits off Prissy ass of the week Has a dissy ass of the month Papa just says he rappin' to a sissy slum End all for your whole body snotty oh no I got more talent in my shrinkin' stinkin' pinky toe I didn't know how many rhymes that flow I sprouted talent, started music in my notebooks all that counts So it's time to make em shout The way we feel we might drop another album Two days after this one comes out Word to rap, I won't let For no one to know, ho, so Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go, Here we go, Come on My circle working hurt the urkel Now the vietical skirt show jerk They get so fat they get had by the mad circle And what you gonna feel How you gonna feel when I flow oh I wanna know I wanna know I want to know Yo, I'm the fear of the year Yeah I'm that fear And I'm the same trigga nigga from last year A plenty of MCs is lackin' Writin' slicker I'm whippin' And if your girl is missin' that's the new kitten I'm hittin' So don't put out an A.P.B Put out an O.P.P Done by you know me he he Hanging like a tassle Honey wanna wrassle I tear you a new hiney like the rotten rascals Past hoes have no place to roam They're alone, so find them on thier asses Send the hoes home And best not have an attitude If you every ho with an attitude If I stomp you that should flatter you Never dis the flavor unit cause well do a battle You punch it out of you They might want to battle you We got tricky hes for the tricky shes We got La, Salt N Pepa, Yo-Yo, Lyte and Nikki D And they come figure in the higgy G And how your lost ass was found is still a fuckin' mystery And you can bring any one friend I'll leave you cryin' like an onion walking crooked-like up on your heel Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go, Here we go, Come on Here we go