Franklin $Aint
If I shoot you I'm brainless
If you shoot me you famous
What a Hell of double standard
Streets is watching, binoculars and Cameras
No maintenance man but can pop up With Hammers
When I drop
You goin' have to cop before it gone
Plus the high stay long
OxyContin and a eight ball
I'm that dope, coming to elevate y'all
Embrace my flaws it made me better
Pull me down to they level, I won't Let Em
I'll bet a limb ain't no one better
No gym exercise I'll stretch em
The Notorious frank saint
They can't hold me
They ain't gone stop me
Touch triggers properly
After effect sloppy
I'll be probably sitting back relaxing
Guns we like em automatic
Funds I gots' to have it
I must get cabbage
It must be tragic
Just sadly My style you can't have it
So braggadocious
Humbly I'm Goated
Can't afford to side track, gotta' stay Focus
No pump faking, strictly shot taking
Try to feed em real shit they would Not Taste it
Through obstacles I keep going
Young mobster, Lobster what I eat On
Fettuccini, Italian
A hit leave em necklace, with no Medallion
Megan the stallion type bitch Who like it Rough
Her stomach I stab it Now she all Stagnant
Feel I'm best at whatever I do
In the staring line up so I'm ahead of
You
If you shoot me you famous
What a Hell of double standard
Streets is watching, binoculars and Cameras
No maintenance man but can pop up With Hammers
When I drop
You goin' have to cop before it gone
Plus the high stay long
OxyContin and a eight ball
I'm that dope, coming to elevate y'all
Embrace my flaws it made me better
Pull me down to they level, I won't Let Em
I'll bet a limb ain't no one better
No gym exercise I'll stretch em
The Notorious frank saint
They can't hold me
They ain't gone stop me
Touch triggers properly
After effect sloppy
I'll be probably sitting back relaxing
Guns we like em automatic
Funds I gots' to have it
I must get cabbage
It must be tragic
Just sadly My style you can't have it
So braggadocious
Humbly I'm Goated
Can't afford to side track, gotta' stay Focus
No pump faking, strictly shot taking
Try to feed em real shit they would Not Taste it
Through obstacles I keep going
Young mobster, Lobster what I eat On
Fettuccini, Italian
A hit leave em necklace, with no Medallion
Megan the stallion type bitch Who like it Rough
Her stomach I stab it Now she all Stagnant
Feel I'm best at whatever I do
In the staring line up so I'm ahead of
You
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Writer(s): Keyshaun Johnson
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