[Verse 1: Frzy]
I put up a wall
Just to see the bigger picture
Picture me comin'
Out of the dark wit ya
Wit ya they can't stand
To see me richer
I'm richer and if it's Adidas
It won't fit ya
Fit ya into my schedule I doubt that
I doubt that y'all n***as
Really about that
But ‘bout that list you
Made I top that
So top that while trying
To see where the top at
See this ain't nothing
But a little purgatory
The paper ain't important
‘less you writing down a story
I could make that
Lose that
And make it again
That's why my drive work
In any lane you see me in
So then
It's either heaven or hell
‘Cause just because I'm getting up
Don't ever mean that I fell
I vowed pre-veil
That I would prevail
So my moves hold weight
You can tell by the scale
[Hook: Frzy]
Who's gonna save ya soul
When the dark nights turn cold
Who's gonna be there for ya
No body is there for ya
Who's gonna save ya soul
When the dark nights turn cold
Who's gonna be there for ya
No body is there for ya
Purgatory
[Verse 2: Frzy]
Y'all n***as on a treadmill
Running in place
Place me any place
Bet they know my face
Face the god spitter
The game baby sitter
They go ape sh**
For this elevated gorilla
Guerrilla warfare
I know it ain't fair
Banana clips
Will realign your lips
Lip lock wit the boy's a**
That ain't a**
As we proceed
To give you what you need
I know it look rocky
To go against my creed
The wait aging them
Now they screaming for him
Like Adrian
They hating him
These little f**s wanna win
Like it's AVN
I see W y'all n***as is UPN
You only open ya mouth
To put the doobie in
Unless you want ya blood
To flow without Coumadin
Who's him
FR-ZY
The best n***a using these words
And now you know why
[Hook: Frzy]
Who's gonna save ya soul
When the dark nights turn cold
Who's gonna be there for ya
No body is there for ya
Who's gonna save ya soul
When the dark nights turn cold
Who's gonna be there for ya
No body is there for ya
Purgatory
[Verse 3: Frzy]
I tell them rest in peace
Peace
And then I leave ‘em
Piece by piece
Pieces get pulled
And so do cards
I tell thirsty chicks
To get well soon
And I ain't signing cards
I do this all day
The hard way
They question my character
In all ways
Like I'm bad at cosplay
Or my family doctor was Cosby
I'm probably
One of the sickest n***as
You ‘gon see
They say my future meek
But my mills get me ménage's
A little cookies from Tahaji's
Ain't costly
And if we at war
I'm Charlie you Bosley
I turn my targets to targets
So I can open up shop
This is Hip Hop
I'll meet you n***as at the tip top
‘Cause real rappers flow
They don't drip drop
[Hook: Frzy]
Who's gonna save ya soul
When the dark nights turn cold
Who's gonna be there for ya
No body is there for ya
Who's gonna save ya soul
When the dark nights turn cold
Who's gonna be there for ya
No body is there for ya
Purgatory