Frank151 - Vain Freestyle (Frank151: That Grown Man) lyrics

Frank151 ft. Vain - “Vain Freestyle (Frank151 - That Grown Man)” [Produced by [?]] [Verse 1: Vain] Yeah. I feel The land is for the living, so I'll burn a corpse Power toe, power lord's ears up like a dog Dysfunctional home outside. Ain't nothing wrong My n***as sing songs of blues, packing their tools King Heroin hated the j**el, persecuted the Sun Shone bronze as color. Every b**h'll show her number n***as'll wonder how I co*ked back the thunder Peer in the tundra, hacking n***as like lumber Front, what? Throw your stub up, tear the club up You young once. Life's fast. Make your maneuvers I notice how clouds move like drive-by shooters n***as is street Hoovers, in the window with a Skully Stay bloody, patch bullet wounds with Silly Putty Silly buddy, ain't nothing over here funny It's not the size of the mans what beats in his chest Any n***as tell you different ain't living it yet I done seen a n***a buck-ten banging a pound Seen a n***a two-fifty straight running from clowns Armageddon ready all year around. I gets down And you? You hate the tone but you loving the sound You don't know why smack engineers write to the ground Rip their Zip disc out and throw ‘em right out Smash their MPC. These n***as ain't seeing me I'm certified gangster. You're certified prankster Like my women like Sanka: in all-lace Bone their back out horizontal, spit in their face I'm the hardest n***a spitting. f** y'all n***as Develop your own flow, fake wannabe Jigga Jig you with utensils. Your mental is too simple Rip out your dental—how the f** you gon' floss? Now I'll rip out your dental—who the hell is the corpse? Threw a chair at Judge Judy. She's talking I lost b**h! We do us. We don't answer the law Don't answer the boss, Feds, or Marine Corps Now Judy p**y wet—me and my mans could hit that I feel when the train coming like a subway rat Everybody got a durag and hat, fabulous n***a Braids twisted, different style, Iverson n***a See, Vain regular, b**h. Regular n***a I'll spit the truth, n***a. That's how I got on You call me Jason. Stay with the game face on, which means You never catch me with my game face gone Vain. I'll disappear like I'm City Atlantis One day, pop up. Hah. City Atlantis Gold-framed chrome boots, silver [?] Crack your hard head, put an end to all of your antics I'll crush stone and eat granite, don't panic The things you got to do when you evading the cops Flying Dutchman, a ghost stay getting the drop I'm forced to roam these blocks, can't hang on my rocks Appear in a red glow, n***a, like it or not Any dealer I encountered always ended up shot p**y