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letra de ben/frank - nasaan

[intro]
lost his mind
crossed out god
yeah yeah yeah

[hook]
lost his mind for the ben frank
crossed his guys for the ben frank
crossed out god for the ben frank
who got shot could of been frank
pull drive by for the ben frank
tote big fire for the ben frank
lot went down for the ben frank
yeah sh-t go down for the ben frank

[verse 1]
frank off percs since 10th grade
can’t come down can’t sit straight
mom too young ain’t sh-t straight
new man home on diff days
empty trees on gift days
lot on mind can’t sit straight
frank hate he can’t have things
lot on mind can’t think straight
frank want gun, want hit banks
need rolex, need big face
no role model engaged
dad ain’t home he in cage
he been there since sixth grade
frank don’t care sh-t don’t phase…
frank don’t care sh-t don’t phase

[verse 2]
ben knew frank from the bus, yeah
ben tote a 40 for bloods yeah
ben like to bang out the bluffs
ben like to put oppositions in dust em
ben knew frank didn’t discuss
but he surely recognise
the greediness and l-st in em
ben seen opportunity amongst as must
wouldn’t rush only had to put the trust in em
say lil bruh p-ssive aggressive
my fault had to f-ck around
and ask you a question
you stay off my gresham right
bouldcrest section like right by the checkers
the one near the exit
and frank tell em “yeah”
no less nothing extra
and ben tell em “listen these n-gg-s finnessas
been seen you like money, like got an obsession”
but this they profession and i’m no exception, confession”
tryna make that connection
penny pinching, i can get you some better
peeping tension, i can see how you fed up
can’t be b-tching, gotta get you some bread up
just gotta see if yo kind kinda let up
tell me have you ever blocked out a vendetta
tell me have you ever shot a barretta
huh meet me on glenwood round ‘leven
this wesson my weapon
but take it might need that forever
show me we can stick together
kick together, n-gg- run up liqs together
hit together, sh-t whatever
show me we can end up rich forever
frank though about it… he was with it
meet em round ‘leven in mommas rented honda civic
windows tinted, tucked the smith in wesson
deep inside his britches
with a conscious weighing heavy on em
heavy with decisions, heavy with convictions
heavy winded, bet he wanted different
tunnel vision, ben in line of vision
packed it by the entrance, honking timid
gave the lights a flicker, told em “hurry get in”
ran and got it, told em how he feeling
told he was b-tching uhh
glad you made your mind, put this sh-t in drive
know where we can slide, somewhere gentrified
just as we arrived 20 feet outside
hold on dim ya lights, get out get behind
kicked in the door, b-tch get on the floor
don’t n-body move, everybody straight
aye go find the safe, check in every vase
stupid mothaf-cka, cover up ya face
this a home invade, tryna catch a case?
hurry up and move, n-gg-s on the way
b-tch why are you yelling, where the f-cking safe?
turn the f-ck around, shut ya sh-t and lay
think i found this sh-t, grab that sh-t come on
n-gg-s gotta slide, sirens up the road
“is this the sh-t?” yeah put it in
shove in in the door, peel off up the road
n-gg- make a left, then another left
then make this right, right on hall road

[outro]
aye bro. stop the whip right quick
what happened?
bro 12 everywhere bro, don’t you hear that sh-t?
aight we straight right here
you go get that sh-t out the trunk?
yeah yeah
(gunfire)

- nasaan

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