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I'm punching a piece 
Then Could say fraudin 

Never know wen it's time
Won't get  a warning 

I could switch it up
From the js to the the foreigns

ooh i have an idea
everybody has ideas

whats an idea frank?

its a weightless electrical charge.
it dont stand up in the court of reality,
which is

Stoned 

I'm kinda dangerous for you a Special type of narcotic 
Put on some Frank to set the Mood whether it's Ocean, Sinatra
Put on some bass to set

Comma tally hoe
Have my money by that pay phone
Do the dash middle finger cross the state zone
I'm sippin Pinot
I got this shit on mad lock
Sliding wit 3

Pass me that lovely little gun
My dear, my darting one
The cleaners are coming, one by one
You don't even want to let them start

They are knocking

it's nice, but I can assure you it's pro'ly not
This ain't no Mardi Gras revelry with bright lights
Rather, it's that Frank-n-Furter, Rocky Horror

She pussy popping when I drop it
Got some franks
What you goin' do lil mama for them dollars
Blowing pack
I got cookies, mixed with motherfucking fronto

'cause I know you will

I played cool, so I pay my dues
I'm one more lie, from letting things loose
I'm taking it in stride only day by day 
For I know you

Get rowdy
By now, you know what to do
Get loose
Like no one's watching you
Cause you the truth
It's ya dance floor
You're the main star
So after you hit

ain't got no chill
Just sold'm some weed now callin back for pills
Only dump them by the bundle got to get the whole package
I tried to be humble they

little hotel room.
Nothing there but you and I, 
seeing through the eyes of love
Well I’m ready for the sweetness,
to come and take control.
And kiss me,

so pull a cracker or two

It's another horror holiday
Doom Slayer isn't slaying
He's just riding a sleigh
For another horror holiday
Frank West is by

met in harmony
Whenever I'm down
Cuz the world really hard on me
She send me a song most commonly r&b
We can take it slow
Queen ima honor the
Or play

early mornings 
coffee in hand 

late nights 
dancing 
sunshine or rain 

no I’m not a saint 
but God gave me a good thing 

tavern
book trades

Form
Records
Ha huh
Tuffside

Ming lef bodies like shells on street
7.62 make dem look like dem fell from feet
Frank strap like a seat belt in a front

leverage every token
No more heavy smoking
I'm laid up by the ocean with my bitch, rubbing her clit, deadly stroking
She gets emotional when I don't show her

funeral
Who would pay their respects and
Who would turn that stone to a urinal
Who would piss on my grave
Like Frank Underwood
Who would kiss on my grave

no check
Top models checking for me
Ben Frank waiting on me
Keep a couple Hitters round
I ain't never been lonely
Slide up in her inbox
Swish
That's

They say
"Wise men say less"
So I never sought to be someone else
And now
It's too late to try
'Cause I'm a man I used to be
No more
I'm toiling away

at the top is a battle, I'm always competing with me and myself
Fuck all the drama, I only need commas to bring me perennial wealth
I cannot go by the books

Look at you and me
I wonder where we’ll be
This time next week
Oh where will we be

Days go by too quick
I’m losing my grip
On reality
Oh where will

[Verse 1: Frank Knight]

This game came with so many lows and so many woes
Through it plenty exposed and jealousy grows
We pay the heaviest tolls

blissing with TNT, hol’up fun
I’m not a killer B, you gotta kidding me, gonna be mainstreaming, roll up son
Crafting by glittery, show my maturity, askin’

name is frank
Rockin Pro Clubs I ain’t rockin Dior 
I gotta sleep so why you gotta snore
When I wake up she be doin my chores 
At a bonfire and I’m eatin