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letra de the story of franchise - franchise the rapper

[verse 1]
playing super smash hit you with the falcon punch (falcon punch)
freedom like a high schooler going out for lunch
but now i’m older all these people wanna do is brunch (what)
what the f-ck man i really miss breakfast (i miss it)
thinking bout the days when i used to go and mess with (good times)
b-tches at the park, and we texting (uh huh)
meet you after the dark that’s the best thing (yo yo come through)
my curfew’s 9 olc-ck (yeah)
but i know you need the c-ck
h-rniness it never stops
so i’ll hit you after midnight (uh huh)
my mom is at the crib type
the one to hold a grip tight
trynna raise her kid right (i’m just trynna go out mom, come on)
but little did she know that all of that just made me smarter
i bet she always wishing that she would’ve had a daughter (ah ha)
lie and say i’m crashing at a friends
get in accidents agains
shouts to ashe, that was the kid
but i keep crashing in his whip (i’m sorry)
on our way to the jacuzzis
meeting b-tches from brazil that always got the big booties (booties)

[chorus 1]
reminiscing on the times, when nothing’s on my mind
no whip couldn’t drive, but the homies on my side
playing nba live 05 (yo you down)
05 05 (yeah, come through)
reminiscing on the times, when we were spitting rhymes
and ball was my life, back when chillin was the vibe
ballin up lakeside, lakeside (yo ball at 5)
lakeside, lakeside (yeah ball at 5)

[verse 2]
aye yo wil bring the flame right quick (come on)
i got b-tches on the line and their frame quite thick (d-mn)
and imma go for dome i just need some brain like this
and they might dip, but idc she ate my kids -chewing sound-
hit up ak and we riding to the mansion (yeah)
never had a whip, so i’m riding on a tandem (facts)
we be playin fifa little kids be throwing tantrums
welcome you to celenation, that sh-t was the f-ckin anthem (cl-ssic)
emeka okafor on the jersey (50)
sittin with the kissables hershey’s (delicious)
love handles on my side like a purse be (chunky)
creepin in the cabinet no one heard me (shhhh)
i had to keep it quiet
i was on a diet
so everytime i ate cookie i would have hide it (yo you gonna eat that)
eat the sweets in private
if someone ask who ate it, yeah you know i’m lying (cz i’ll finish it)
i’m whilin, but i’m smiling cz i’m

[chorus 2]
reminiscing on the times, when nothing’s on my mind
no whip couldn’t drive, but the homies on my side
playing nba live 05 (yo_
05 05 (yo i got baron davis)
reminiscing on the times, when we were spitting rhymes
and ball was my life, back when chillin was the vibe
ballin up lakeside, lakeside (yo)
lakeside, lakeside (yo hector, get in the trunk, we’re going to the baseball fields)

[verse 3]
p-ss the phone round the speaker spit the freestyles (my turn)
known to be wild
i was thee child (me)
that was feared by all the parents in my neighborhood
they’re glad i didn’t stay i could
imagine that they’re saying good (good bye)
riddens, i was hitting
little kids when they was dissin (did you just call me a stupid head?)
had the christians always b-tching
commenting on my decisions
wouldn’t listen, busy winning
the pirates minor division (uh huh)
that was back in 06 and
when i was lacking the vision (undefeated)
even back then all i did was rap and ball
couldn’t run a lap at all
i would have to walk -heavy breathing-
now the fat is off
got the stamina
went from amateur (yeah)
to professional (yeahh)
at the drop of my t-st-cl-s (woop)
p-b-rty was a blessing
i went from stretching my brothers clothes
to f-ckin hoes -moan-
and touching toes
and if you don’t know
well now you know (uh huh)
the story of franchise
now watch me grow (come on)

[chorus 3]
reminiscing on the times, when nothing’s on my mind
no whip couldn’t drive, but the homies on my side
playing nba live 05
05 05
reminiscing on the times, when we were spitting rhymes
and ball was my life, back when chillin was the vibe
ballin up lakeside, lakeside
lakeside, lakeside
reminiscing on the times, when nothing’s on my mind
no whip couldn’t drive, but the homies on my side
playing nba live 05
05 05
reminiscing on the times, when we were spitting rhymes
and ball was my life, back when chillin was the vibe
ballin up lakeside, lakeside
lakeside, lakeside

[outro]
5, 0-5
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0-5, 5
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0-5, 0-5, 0
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0 0
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0
lakeside, lakeside
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lake lakeside lakeside
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lake lakeside lakeside
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franchise

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