Mufi - FRANCS lyrics

Im a lyrical Frank Lucas Sipping on some OE OD leaning Like Im sipping on some codeine Timid no limit To how I can kick it Committed to spittin' Non half witted realistics My kindred told me Im vivid With the linguistics Why Yes, I admitted My flow is quite wicked Rolex makes my time look so exquisite Materialistic, Im Just the second to admit it I guess you can call benny a racist Because I like my pockets obsessed with white faces Opps I meant to say green faces But who gives a damn Shorties catchin' cases in my city for the presidential faces Dont flash your chedda' or feta' Or they'll halt your process of homeostasis Yo' Benny whats the bases You should know what my fate is statically The penitentiary Imagery and memories Of youth being street dispensaries I rock my gold casio Like its apart of my wrist And I insist that its a risk Not being the realest I exist to uplift I know you feel this I spit it the realist Rock mics like a baby carriage I keep it together like its marriage Far from average I eat it up like a savage I wanna' lavish I wanna' make cla**ics And charities for the hood uplift Englewood Should I be having a epiphany on the sense of things Cause rollin' in benz only make sense Gettin' Benjamin's to pay for the rent 9 to 5 dont make sense More dollars then cents make sense I resurrect cla**ics Cause im deaf like texts That cause d**h and takes and snatch breaths My flow is quite fresh Get the dough and profits