[Intro: K Franks]
No glitches
[Verse 1: K Franks]
I can do it all and it ain’t for the fame
Centerfold thang, only wanna buy Vera Wang
Not in my lane, I don't entertain rappers I slain
Would’ve been here. Gone, locked in the bang
Things don’t change, girls still wanna put a ring
Rearrange frame, make your girl walk with a cane
Housewife turned to a stripper, stripper to a boss
Don’t know what it cost, fuck around and take a loss
Look at how the way she walk
Wild thing in the bed with this dick, finally caught
Pan am, class ass like a dream I’m a fiend
I ain’t gon’ lie, think of settling
She my queen, only for Alexander McQueen
It was all a dream, Biggie said it, not me
Back to the real, always knew I'd make a mill
Name not David, but she just wanna cop a field
Money need money
Took off the safety for niggas that hate me, I’m trynna get on
Start making moves, new chains, new jewels
You must be confused, you waited too long
No glitches is strong
How can you notice, you taking your time
We gotta stay focused
The money influenced my mind to do it
Living this life, it’s more than the music
Riding through the city, shades on ‘cause I’m topless
Guarantee your favorite rapper ain’t topping this
Staring in the rear, ‘cause you niggas trying to profit
I’mma tell her right now, better stop it
Ain’t nothing easy over here, my nigga
If you want it, you can get it over here, my nigga
Have yo’ momma out crying, shedding tears my nigga
Two strikes, I’mma get years my nigga
On some fly shit, I’m a hustler though
Who she with, she gone, you in love with that hoe
I ain’t seen nothing if you ever ask me
You ain’t ‘bout that life, going by the G code
You should bet on me like you ‘bout to win a brick
She just hopped off the plane, but with you, she wanna trip
Now what the hell is you looking for
Can’t a young man get money anymore?
We don’t know shit for you niggas lips
These niggas walk and they switch hips
They say a nigga got no sense
I pull hundreds, they don’t know shit
Still living that wild life, my niggas working that night shift
And I only speak about one time
Better get it right ‘fore that light switch
Niggas moving in silence
Ain’t no slave trade, but my niggas deep
All you niggas be wildin’
[Verse 2: Jet 2]
And if you read this, you’re too late, I’m on my V Live shit
I’mma come to set it off on my Queen La tip
I ain’t got time for you to read my lips
Nigga I just popped a tire on the Van Nuys trip
Even with a couple dollars, know the man quite rich
K Franks in the van, know Spiyda in the back
Even with no seatbelt, know he might’ve came with strap
Humble young niggas, but we swinging if it’s that
Even MaxPreps couldn’t keep up with the stats
Coming down your block with the Axe
Even Old Spice couldn’t match
Even no spice couldn’t match
Boy your flow quite mild and you can get smoked like a black
They be rolling up a backwood rolling through the woods
Girl I ain’t coming back to it ‘less it’s that good
Let me bang up in that thang, I don’t even gang bang
Let my niggas gang bang in it throwing up the hood, what’s good
I be filling up the fuel for the flight
Look a real nigga in his eyes when you see a legend
John, only ordinary people
I’m Bob Marley, there is no equal
I’m equal to greatness, the only word I understand is amazing
I’m over here planning to make it
Been grinding since back in the basement
You should know the captain is sailing
You should know I’m further from average
I’m just here practicing patience
I do this ‘cause rap is amazing
And I’m the best representation
Dr. King, no medical patients
And my work ethic’s amazing
If you don’t know me, you ain’t met with the greatest
You flip a few pages, you’ll see I’m an A list
I’m over dream chasing, now I’m just lucid dreaming
My dreams become reality
And I’m the best lyrical athlete
Check my wrap sheet, you don’t want a track meet
You don’t wanna meet on the track when I’m on it
Sweet melodies give you memories of the seventies
Riding on my enemies, feeling like it’s ten of me
Chop Swizz Beats got me sounding like I’m selling keys
I can make Alicia do a feature for me any beat
That’s entertainment on any track if you made it
I only rap ‘cause I love it
I only love when I make a beasty beat
She love BCBG and BGC
Put her on MTV, let her live on BGC
She saw herself on TV, now she feeling like Beyoncé
Now she feeling like a pimp, now she acting like Daunté
Now she think she in touch, every man wanna kiss her
She think she a dream girl, but she’s just a hit up
She think she a mean girl, but she just a flipper
Girl get off my zipper you ain’t dropping on the tank
I done rolled you ‘round the city, you ain’t even say thanks
Black girl, white guy, Azealia Banks
I’mma need a bank, and you gon’ need to drop a deposit
You are not my girl, you cannot call me Jonathan
Oh, he calling now, yeah, I know how he feel
Tell him you’re with me, baby girl, keep it real
When it hits the fan, you might keep his respect
He gets all the drama, but with me, you know the deal
I might just take you down to Diego and shut it down
I’m from L.A., but that’s my town
If you ain’t know now, now you know now
What up LuMo, what up V.C., what up Stevie
And a couple of beezies I messed with
Whether attachment or just friends
They all gave me drama and they meant it
Like they see nice guy in my template
And decided to take advantage
And take it for weakness, they plan it
They thought I’m a genie that granted they wishes
They wishing to travel, they tripping
They missing the picture, no vision
[Outro: Jet 2]
Jet 2 nigga, K Franks on the first
