[Verse 1: CB Radio]
I work hard but I sleep late
Expensive dinners no cheap dates
I'm spending now like I can't save
Got comma signs you can check the bank
You check the paint like you ball hard
I don't give a f** about my mauled car
Cuz I'd rather strut on your boulevard
With these b**hes thinking damn hes a star
White gold bling so beautiful
And my neck game is so musical
Old necklace down on my wrist
So I've got some white gold right next to my cuticles
Who would know that that dude could flow
Tall plant small pack, minute the bowl
And my eyes are low so y'all want to know
Where I'm from so I'm telling y'all Mexico
And I take control of this beat I'm riding
Keep it up man I'm still deciding
Should I quit and give up this sh**
Should I take the beat and just keep rewinding
I keep fighting this hate man
Get up out of my face man
Trying to battle me but I spit this heat
So I'm leaving y'all with y'all face tan
Now you understand where I'm coming from
Chew the beat like its bubblegum
No pop sounds like a phony gun
Trynna talk some sh** you should hold your tongue
Or bite the sh**, but don't bite my sh**
My words bite-proof you can quit your munchin'
Cuz I've got some kicks and they sick as sh**
And this fashion sh** is way over function
[Verse 2: Stevie D]
Nobody out here praying
Our records they ain't playing
No sh** its obvious
That they don't hear what we saying
Pay attention and listen up
I only got time to say this once
We the sh**, I don't need your b**h
Cuz I'll just get one off my list
Get in line and take a number
Cuz all they got is hunger
For a loud dude that roll like thunder
But all I roll is that jungle
Light that sh** up by the bundle
Yea I guess I'll roll up some mo'
'Scuse me miss want a hit of this sh**?
I'm a need payment, yup a hundo
These b**hes like what you thinkin'
Its cuz my name is Franklin
No you're not mistaken
Its Danklin coffee breakin' the bank
With bacon for haters hatin'
I keep it straightened
You couldn't hang with my paintin'
Like Indy couldn't hang without Peyton
They'll need more than luck to be celebratin'
And I would know, cuz I can flow
Till the f**ing cows come home
Old MacDonald's waiting for 'em
On defense like Bruce Lee Bowen
Guess its time I wrap it up
Cuz I got it by the foot
General Mills my genitals k**
Get it? Dick by the foot