"Franklin Saint" lyrics
Ugh, ugh
We make this shit look easy, it ain't
Lost my man, I got no restraints
Spliff full of zartini, I'm spaced
Did it brick-by-brick, like Franklin Saint
I made the most outta what life gave
Stepped on business, stood in my lane
Before rap they all knew my name
Did it brick-by-brick, like Franklin Saint
Bait, I bop wid' mine 'cus I'm bait
Hate, I make bands now they all hate
Take a two pence, lay inna grave
Cah whatever they say ain't getting man paid
I'm on set, no time for delays
I used to mop my shot, ándale
No one believed I would make it out
So I did it alone like Frankin Saint
The same, the same, the same, the same
We ain't in the same boat
We ain't in the same lane
I'll do man wrong where we stand, olé
Crashin' out ain't part of the plan but hey
I'm tryna get rich, I ain't worried bout fame
Merits, medals, allow me, allow me
Spit bars and I do it profoundly
They can't get close so they gettin' around me
The gang up lit, like they come from Saudi
Lettin' it ring and it's changing the weather
White like feather, brown like leather
And we got purple buds like shredder
Gotta-gotta watch for the jakes
'Cus where there's ladders, there's snakes
They don't want you to win
Up, now I pull strings, violin
I fear my lord, and then not a thing
Test man and I'm lettin' it ring
The six shot spin goes round like circle
I ain't rocking wid no Steve Urkel's
They're nothin' but [?]
Weed, slap, whips, cash
All I need in this life full of sin, no cap
Get in the booth, put hands on a track
Then go make ways, right back to the map
I don't trust no one, it's true, it's mad
But I'd rather that than go out sad
Close the backdoor and flip that latch
This life full of twist and turns, no bap
Me against me, and I'm under attack
Would if I could, I'da back my shank
Fillin' this void wiv' drugs and lacag
Old habits, die hard, but I can't look back (Ugh)
We make this shit look easy, it ain't
Lost my man, I got no restraints
Spliff full of zartini, I'm spaced
Did it brick-by-brick, like Franklin Saint
I made the most outta what life gave
Stepped on business, stood in my lane
Before rap they all knew my name
Did it brick-by-brick, like Franklin Saint
We make this shit look easy, it ain't
Lost my man, I got no restraints
Spliff full of zartini, I'm spaced
Did it brick-by-brick, like Franklin Saint
I made the most outta what life gave
Stepped on business, stood in my lane
Before rap they all knew my name
Did it brick-by-brick, like Franklin Saint
Bait, I bop wid' mine 'cus I'm bait
Hate, I make bands now they all hate
Take a two pence, lay inna grave
Cah whatever they say ain't getting man paid
I'm on set, no time for delays
I used to mop my shot, ándale
No one believed I would make it out
So I did it alone like Frankin Saint
The same, the same, the same, the same
We ain't in the same boat
We ain't in the same lane
I'll do man wrong where we stand, olé
Crashin' out ain't part of the plan but hey
I'm tryna get rich, I ain't worried bout fame
Merits, medals, allow me, allow me
Spit bars and I do it profoundly
They can't get close so they gettin' around me
The gang up lit, like they come from Saudi
Lettin' it ring and it's changing the weather
White like feather, brown like leather
And we got purple buds like shredder
Gotta-gotta watch for the jakes
'Cus where there's ladders, there's snakes
They don't want you to win
Up, now I pull strings, violin
I fear my lord, and then not a thing
Test man and I'm lettin' it ring
The six shot spin goes round like circle
I ain't rocking wid no Steve Urkel's
They're nothin' but [?]
Weed, slap, whips, cash
All I need in this life full of sin, no cap
Get in the booth, put hands on a track
Then go make ways, right back to the map
I don't trust no one, it's true, it's mad
But I'd rather that than go out sad
Close the backdoor and flip that latch
This life full of twist and turns, no bap
Me against me, and I'm under attack
Would if I could, I'da back my shank
Fillin' this void wiv' drugs and lacag
Old habits, die hard, but I can't look back (Ugh)
We make this shit look easy, it ain't
Lost my man, I got no restraints
Spliff full of zartini, I'm spaced
Did it brick-by-brick, like Franklin Saint
I made the most outta what life gave
Stepped on business, stood in my lane
Before rap they all knew my name
Did it brick-by-brick, like Franklin Saint
Writer(s): Tyrone Paul
