Gonz - Vain lyrics

[Verse 1: Frank Knight] I got the mind of real k**ers, the k**ers and drug dealers You want to k** us, then k** us, you better be blood spillers No half weight crooks, can take what we took Shout out to the Zilla Brookz, and Sniper Core the team cook It's about time that y'all got something that y'all waiting for The Paid In Full product, King Knight was made in raw In this violent environment my soul is surviving The firing and sirens the reason that I'm grinding Riding till we dying like we driving gainst Brandy Haters tried to scam me but the game that they ran me Never jammed me like the swammy in the jammy understand me In the toe tagging family chill with Grim like Bill & Mandy A product of the poison that corrupt the boys and Turn 'em in the monsters you run you can't avoid them We sick with the sickness lusting the gold wrists Nothing make you vicious, it give your soul syphilis This that ghetto hunger, riding with the metal on ya Push it to the metal on ya, dammit I will settle on ya Like I'm on a pilgrimage doing what the pilgrims did This is Hip-Hop so you know that I will offend [Hook: Frank Knight] Vain These b**hes be rolling with me without the gold chain My n***as be riding with me the flow is all flames These b**hes be saying Knizza you raw as c**aine (2x) [Verse 2: Frank Knight] It's hatred in the game so k** that, it's still whack Trying to pile clinton on gates, and make bills stack Like radio stations who on that play payola If you hate me for my color then you cray Cray-Ola They wonder where I come from? the spirits of them men hung Cause them racist men was mad they wasn't like them hung See where I took that now back to where the crooks at I'm talking where they cook at, I'm talking where they jux at I'm talking sloppy invasions you could see where they snook at I'm talking fake cases the innocent they throw the book at The ghetto where you could find corpses under Plymouth rock Foul use of taser's don't be shocked brothers getting shocked I look and see a crew of tools y'all belong in wood shop And since I drop j**els do you think I would cop? A loyal broke brother I don't think I could cop Quiet as a mouse I wouldn't rat to a good cop Dad where you fail and fell, just know that I stood pop Forever fam grind, I don't that think I should stop To some I helped on the ground I can't stand for you Got my own issues I can't be a man for you [Hook: Frank Knight] Vain These b**hes be rolling with me without the gold chain My n***as be riding with me the flow is all flames These b**hes be saying Knizza you raw as c**aine (2x) [Verse 3: Frank Knight] I got the mind of real k**ers, the k**ers and drug dealers You want to k** us, then k** us, you better be blood spillers You haters never concerning me, you lie you won't murder me Cook you pa** the third degree, repping that Fraternity Imagery of homicide lys inside of my mind Pain's graphic design is what I ride by Let the ba** get to pumping the place get to jumping Faces get to thumping you caught in the craze of something A phenomenal force that got your mind in new thoughts Let the rhymer take course not showing island resorts Maybe Rikers lifers, and the guards who are trifer Drama exciters, fighters, and converted new enlighter's My word is real in fact, I'm the where the third rail is at Here ain't no coming back when you burnt you feeling that Once it got you, it got you, your spirit get hostile This that only way you fight that evil apostle Now shorty learn your Gospel, here this is God food To heaven where it guide you let you define you Shanti said we true living this the new religion But before you seek faith let me give you vision [Hook: Frank Knight] Vain These b**hes be rolling with me without the gold chain My n***as be riding with me the flow is all flames These b**hes be saying Knizza you raw as c**aine (2x)