Ben/Frank

Lyrics

[Intro] Lost his mind Crossed out god Yeah yeah yeah [Hook] Lost his mind for the Ben Frank Crossed his guys for the Ben Frank Crossed out god for the Ben Frank Who got shot could of been Frank Pull drive by for the Ben Frank Tote big fire for the Ben Frank Lot went down for the Ben Frank Yeah shit go down for the Ben Frank [Verse 1] Frank off percs since 10th grade Can't calm down can't sit straight Mom too young ain't shit straight New man home on diff days Empty trees on gift days Lot on mind can't sit straight Frank hate he can't have things Lot on mind can't think straight Frank want gun, want hit banks Need Rolex, need big face No role model engaged Dad ain't home he in cage He been there since sixth grade Frank don't care shit don't phase... Frank don't care shit don't phase [Hook] Lost his mind for the Ben Frank Crossed his guys for the Ben Frank Crossed out god for the Ben Frank Who got shot could of been Frank Pull drive by for the Ben Frank Tote big fire for the Ben Frank Lot went down for the Ben Frank Yeah shit go down for the Ben Frank [Verse 2] Ben knew Frank from the bus, yeah Ben toat a 40 for bloods yeah Ben like to bang out the bluffs Ben like to put oppositions in dust em Ben knew Frank didn't discuss But he surely recognise The greediness and lust in em Ben seen opportunity amongst as must Wouldn't rush only had to put the trust in em "Say lil bruh" passive aggressive "My fault had to fuck around And ask you a question? You stay off my Gresham right? Bouldcrest section like right by the checkers The one near da exit" And Frank tell em "Yeah" No less nothing extra And Ben tell em "Listen these niggas finnessas Been seen you like money, like got an obsession" But this they profession and I'm no exception, confession" Tryna make that connection Penny pinching, I can get you some better Peeping tension, I can see how you fed up Can't be bitching, gotta get you sum bread up Just gotta see if yo kind kinda let up Tell me have you ever blocked out a vendetta Tell me have you ever shot a barretta Huh meet me on Glenwood round 'leven This Wesson my weapon But take it might need that forever Show me we can stick together Kick together, nigga run up liqs together Hit together, shit whatever Show me we can end up rich forever Frank though about it... He was with it Meet em round 'leven in mommas rented Honda Civic Windows tinted, tucked the smith n Wesson Deep inside his britches With a conscious weighing heavy on em Heavy with decisions, heavy with convictions Heavy winded, bet he wanted different Tunnel vision, Ben in line of vision Packed it by the entrance, honking timid Gave the lights a flicker, told em "Hurry get in" Ran and got it, told em how he feeling Told he was bitching uhh Glad you made ya mind, put this shit in drive Know where we can slide, somewhere gentrified Just as we arrived 20 feet outside Hold on dim ya lights, get out get behind Kicked in the door, bitch get on the floor Don't nobody move, everybody straight Aye go find the safe, check in every vase Stupid mothafucka, cover up ya face This a home invade, tryna catch a case? Hurry up and move, niggas on the way Bitch why are you yelling, where the fucking safe? Turn the fuck around, shut ya shit and lay "Think I found this shit" Grab that shit come on Niggas gotta slide, sirens up the road "Is this the shit?" Yeah put it in Shovin' in the door, peel off up the road Nigga make a left, then another left Then make this right, right on hall road [Outro] Aye bro. Stop the whip right quick What happened? Bro 12 everywhere bro, you don't hear that shit? Aight we straight right here You go get that shit out the trunk? Yeah yeah (Gunfire)