paroles de chanson Ben/Frank - NASAAN

Lost his mind
Crossed out god
Yeah yeah yeah

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 shit go down for the Ben Frank

Frank off percs since 10th grade
Can't calm down can't sit straight
Mom too young ain't shit 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 shit don't phase...
Frank don't care shit don't phase

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 shit go down for the Ben Frank

Ben knew Frank from the bus, yeah
Ben toat 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 lust in em
Ben seen opportunity amongst as must
Wouldn't rush only had to put the trust in em
"Say lil bruh" passive aggressive
"My fault had to fuck around
And ask you a question?
You stay off my Gresham right?
Bouldcrest section like right by the checkers
The one near da exit"
And Frank tell em "Yeah"
No less nothing extra
And Ben tell em "Listen these niggas 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 bitching, gotta get you sum 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, nigga run up liqs together
Hit together, shit 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 n 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 bitching uhh
Glad you made ya mind, put this shit 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, bitch get on the floor
Don't nobody move, everybody straight
Aye go find the safe, check in every vase
Stupid mothafucka, cover up ya face
This a home invade, tryna catch a case?
Hurry up and move, niggas on the way
Bitch why are you yelling, where the fucking safe?
Turn the fuck around, shut ya shit and lay
"Think I found this shit"
Grab that shit come on
Niggas gotta slide, sirens up the road
"Is this the shit?" Yeah put it in
Shovin' in the door, peel off up the road
Nigga make a left, then another left
Then make this right, right on hall road

Aye bro. Stop the whip right quick
What happened?
Bro 12 everywhere bro, you don't hear that shit?
Aight we straight right here
You go get that shit out the trunk?
Yeah yeah
(Gunfire)