Free Lunch (Produced By The Gonz)

by Frank Knight

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This is a project by Frank Knight and The Gonz, which is dedicated to the golden era of Hip-Hop. It pertains to the classic boom bap and soulful samples of that time, with a unique modernize rhythmic rhyme style.

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released 13 February 2015

Recorded At: UGA Studios/All Elements Studios/Ma$ter Mine Studios | Mixed By: Alex Quintana of Agruv Studios/Emmanuel Quinones of Ma$ter Mine Studios | Mastered By: Alex Quintana of Agruv Studios | Produced By: The Gonz | Follow Frank Knight @FrankKnizza

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Track Name: Angels (Produced By The Gonz)
(Verse I)

Ghetto wisdom of kings who risen in them NYCHA p's
And missing they dreams cause they seen trifer scenes
Flow in me infinite like energy of Jah Allah
The grind getting hard, still no hustlers R N R
Bottle pain like elixir, only chase dreams
Never chase henny, see I sip with straight ease
I'm gracefully tipsy, love I stumble with poise
I don't run with the boys, kids rumble with toys
No action figures, packing niggers who gun you with coy
Un humble with noise, gully slump you and ya boy
Pack skullies and black toolies my niggers spaz cruelly
Bugged like the bunny we been made to act looney
Young god indeed off his deen he don’t act suni
We grab rubies, smash groupies loose like bad doobies
Been reminiscing way before my zen went missing
Before sin begin winning and my kin hit prison

(Hook)

(Verse II)

My weight was looking light, while my burdens was heavy
This my community where pain pierce with no trace of Chevy
I woke up waving the finger right next to the index
I ain't flexing I'm reflexing at the world I been vex
Itching to blow I'm the rash ridden Semtex
My fam live in sickness like our haven been incest
My back against the wall offended never defenseless
I wonder how I'll sin next, after getting sent threats
Sitting on the train, trying to maintain sanity
Epiphany city, no longer asking how can it be
Now accepting this life and the world for what is
A sick bottomless pit, cunt piss, dumb abyss
With a little hint of bliss, but still thun that ain't enough
See this cunt abyss I'm stuck in is where I was raised up
This terrible sick place slowed my progressions
They robbed my exorcisms and stole my possessions
This that broke ghetto system that grow in recessions
Stressing constantly cause here they home my depressions
It makes me want to go off and put a block to rest
Y'all cursed when I spas like I got turrets

(Hook)
Track Name: Frank Knight, Sitcomlife Brown - Knockin' (Featuring Sitcomlife Brown) (Produced By The Gonz)
(Verse I)

My life ain’t a sitcom, but I’m walking down Flatbush
Headphones flaring while I’m staring dapping mad crooks
Still getting mad looks, like Knizza what up?
I nod my head like uh yo my nigger what up?
I went to school with the goons the ones who break rules
Disrupting mad classrooms some cats was lame dudes
Who never made moves, some hit the streets and paid dues
Seen a few locked and dead like damn they made news
The streets a grave noose, on them routes to make paper
You might lose later and make the newspaper
The ghetto warrior the alpha king my true nature
This for hooptie drivers trying to make they coup greater
Hustle hard like you move hard, screw haters
Before I two way ya, I’ll let the tool slay ya
But in the mean time I don’t mind you player
So be lost like the soul of a street youth banger

(Hook)

Knock knockin’ on your dome keep watching
If you haters think you flexing with me
Breaker breaker the system on smash
And my patience running on E (2x)

(Verse II)

I'm made to remain distant that's how I ride see
Wouldn't be close if I had a twin who was siamese
I know it's unhealthy but this way of living help me
For the world I shelved me, the way I survive stealthily
I won't die out loud my coffin ain’t no damn belfry
Popping with these well freaks, Miguel copped the telly
Feeling on shorty, when she never really felt me
Cursed, coded like Dexter my tricks well sleeved
I seek a different green, I don't care who sell weed
I got that thot greed, gully till hell freeze
Slaws get palmed backwards, arms got arm access,
For cheese I’m on crackers, you gluteus all Maximus
I’m flossing, don’t you come up short and take the Gary route
I’m bossing, turn to you a order get you carried out
Basked in cream, I’m masked in green, I’m Carry’d out
Go ask the team, I mastered mean, Pacquiáo

(Hook)
Track Name: Brooklyn Nostalgia (Produced By The Gonz)
(Verse I)

I'm from the crack rock back blocks where they sold mad rock
Where they been hustling since the days of young Matlock
Nations of the God’s in the earth say what’s the math ak
Sling supreme like supreme, when he had the ave’s hot
Just a young shorty learning how that path rot
Rep my block like a mascot, oldies in the crack spot
With rainbow collections in capsules… that’s mad tops
Blue tops tan tops D's in the black drop
Big homie said that few know fed fear though
It’s like being suffocated and watching your air go
It’s a necrophilia-future fetish for coming death
Where paroled uncles, asking young’n is you gunning yet
Prison ain’t teach me a thing, but don’t get caught again
Just a ghetto viking nigger, I enjoy to slaughter to men
Whether low time petty hustlers or Alderman
Time to carry on tradition little homie guard your kin
Brother’s only worship each other’s heart your God your men
You go’n to ride or die, cause I ain’t goin question heart again
When faced with a question like that from your own blood
You question your destiny are you meant to be a thug?
With black mask and black gloves or are you mama’s angel
Maybe it’s a reason you see life from a different angle
Feel twisted like the wrist in the ghetto way we aim tools
Yeshua became a man at 12, so make moves

(Hook)

(Verse II)

This for the misses back in the days who was kissing us
And this is for niggers back in the days who was dissing us
It’s a lot of names and not enough bars to pull the lists up
Way before the clips would bust, back when it was fist to cuffs
Nigger it was six of us I wonder what the group would be
If shit ain’t change like puberty, fuck all the scrutiny
How thinking back is stupidly, cause shit nigger if you was me
Cutting ducking truancy, and chilling with who used to be
Alive, then dammit nigger your eyes might cry
Water up enough to reenact Noah’s tides
Back before Shia was Louis on “Even Stevens”
We was horny trying to find the loosest hoe drinking semen
Cause when young watching porn seeing bitches freaking
Your imagination fantasy alters your wishes dreaming
Corrupted and disrupted at the hormones that erupted
Our innocence interrupted, so nigger fuck the fuck shit
This ain’t back in the days nigger’s is quick to buck shit
Bust wigs, touch kids, fingerprints ain’t dusted
Now little niggers kill I’m rhyming the ills
Steal ain’t concealed it’s fronted like consignment and grills
Too many getting knocked it’s not they can’t out race the d’s
Too many getting knocked cause they can’t out race they deeds
Guard your female siblings, that block a take your sister
Here hands cut crack for green, rock paper scissor

(Hook)
Track Name: Hustle Hard Baby (Produced By The Gonz)
(Verse I)

Now what do you ride for, wait oh hi hoe
I got two O’s Ohio
I got the weed man, I’m the weed man
Stepping in the spots like yo what you need man
Right after this flow don’t leave I’m selling trees man
With a couple shirts from the frat the dream clan
I don’t see how they think it’s people to compare to me
Psycho Pac, after shot, no nut you can pair to me
I’m the naked truth so shorty you got to bare with me
Still repping in a time where loyalty a rarity
My crew valiant stallions peep Smoove in medallions
I’m bagging fly Italians, eying, loving that I’m gallant
I’m still wilding prolly violent thinking millions piling
Feeling now the time for shining and to style on every island
I’m just from the heavy robbing, where we ain’t got every option
Yeah that boy dead and rotten cause lead went to popping
The people of the ghetto all lived my battered story
It’s born alone, die alone, no one battled for me
I rep the soul of the hood the spirited tatted on me
I made my own future I designed my tarot for me

(Hook)

Tell me what your hustle like baby
Do you really hustle hard baby
Tell me what your hustle like baby
Hustle hard baby, hustle hard baby (2x)

(Hook)

(Verse II)

We young brothers coming up, with the world at our feet
Just dealing in the game while trying to hear Yahweh speak,
Sitting stressed, exhaling sins out a dour leaf
You in a world where the UN empower grief
And where practice hoes only made wifey by default
You skeeted accidentally, now she keeping that seed dog
Still you providing for that child that’s G dog
Sadly that’s not something that we always see dog
It’s pure Jordan wizardry on my block you won’t survive
On Franklin Ave, while I’m 23 with the four five
You got to keep it on you, outside is war times
Still the sickness hit inside like a disease whore got
I’m asking one more time, do you know where I came from,
Where they bank off other people pain to make funds
Then run angry in churches to take sums and rape nuns,
Don’t lie about your fart, you should never fake funk
If your hustle hesitant it’s cinderblock shoes for cold feet
Just to be so flee, some dogs got they soul lease
I walked them cold streets where it’s no God, it’s no peace
Mama taught the lord, cause when you know God, you know peace
Track Name: Kortah Watuh (Produced By The Gonz)
(Hook)

Damn shorty, damn shorty you goin get me caught up
Let me grab your whole frame, like a quarter water
My hands all over it, I know your ex ain’t over it
You got the kind of wave that could make a solar rift (2x)

(Verse I)

My team got it going on, you ain’t iller uh
We never tattled so we silent on the telephone
I'm riding through Brooklyn, slowly plotting on the throne
Aids wallets grind I need the pockets full blown
I saw pass the past, and studied all history
I lust stacks of cash, my only epiphany
Hide your jealous face cause ya jealousy don't phase
Like lil biffs in dames while my style hold grace
To graves they been sent they became irrelevant
I'm a brain in heaven high thinker far from heller bent
My couture is so dope, I been killing the game
Since I came and became a mirror image of caine
I'm talking 'bout Terror's caine, me don't mean no rapper
I'm talking 'bout them joints peddled by a blow tapper
From dim light glimmers trying see some hope flicker
So hell it's only right Knizza shine in every picture

(Hook)

(Verse II)

For the life that we want this life that we live
In the back to the front ya dig baby we jig
Where the hell the fine wine at shorty you bad
You Christ sent, with nice skin you caught me you rad
Damn you got me so high I now forget my name
Line sprinkles remain from last nights novacane
Your lipstick I still taste, your touch was insane
And every lick on my lips a rush to the brain
Seen you playing with your kitty kat and purring while you cum
I'm so drawn to the call you the siren not the one
We know it ain't love still no question if I'm in yours
Got the rich dreams of marciolago fly doors
Raising like hands questioning a poor lifestyle
That bed stuy project sumner wildlife style
Rolling with executive thugs the ones who like style
Who still might black in the night and put lights out

(Hook)

(Verse III)

Shorty come on rumble now, Knizza 'bout to bubble now
Wait I don't bubble now, on so I run it now
Built to be a champion, I could go hundred rounds
Sleep you like ambient, but I put you underground
Welcome to my terror dome, here where my terror homed
Haters got they head on wrong, I just make them dead and gone
I don't go Rambo though, I don't need the hammer yo
But I got the ammo woah, I just thought I let 'em know
I use to have a sinner soul I could get your center fold
Leave your body winter cold get you left in the road
Noose you chrome down, but I'm more grown now
I just want the throne now, look at me I'm soul bound
Now after being broke like mistake baby rubbers
We expect the drama like court for baby mothers
Look at where we came from it just made us that raw
I ain't ever been it ma why would I act soft
Track Name: Rain (Featuring Jus Ra) (Produced By The Gonz)
(Verse I)

I heard they putting steroids in the food we grubbing
Kids be bugging every little young dude be humping
That freak fucking in the function be they discussion
So disgusting at that age man I ain't know this lusting
New produced child's and these new nig’s foul
In child support trials, looking at they kids vile
Young girls growing butts big as they mouth
They ass go as fast as a cup of water in a drought
Attracting older fellers from the true thug era
Who been around since the very first groove of Stella
Game older than the mayans, bullshit she buying
When even the blind could see this nigger be lying
Soul's already in hell our brain been frying
Fire in my eyes like I’m looking through an iron
Slaw’s lie say they Tah freaky on the hood side
They’ll turn to you a real lost boy nigger goodbye
Out here it's hard to get by, so nigger’s get high
This the land of young goons who never let shit fly
You know how many dumb niggers came to hood
And found no good cause myspace came to the hood
Even Sconex, caught a couple young known vets
They gave ‘em broke necks, lames beat for slow checks
It’s goon comedy, yo these jokes the rest miss
Cause goons find humor at another’s expense

(Hook)

Do you know the lies my teacher told me
Do you know the lies my preacher told me
Do you know the lies my president told me
Do you know the lies my daddy told me
Daddy ain't say nothin, daddy wasn't there
The world is a ghetto baby ah yeah
Daddy ain't say nothin, daddy wasn't there
The world is a ghetto baby ah yeah

(Verse II)

Ain’t it real sick how our nations barter and trade lives
Young nigger’s future’s looking shorter than Trayvon’s
Baby bumps in young bitches early they made moms
Bastards fathered by gangs so shorties is raised cons
It's a ghetto everywhere, it get sicker every year
I got my own problems, I swear it’s never peers
No apples in the same bunch, our kids got raped butts
Our girls loss they innocence they became great sluts
And grandma still praying in chapels like lord take us
While we moving in the streets like the devil claimed us
Some niggers at forty never learned as a shorty
Till this day they looking like a repeat at Maury
It’s facts word to Osei, no allegory
My pain and laughter, living in the same category
Why’s every precent creaming just to kill the black semen
Boys overtime scheming even working through the weekend
Trying to find the next king pin, to treat him like a diamond
Put hot coal pressure on him, probably get his mom hit
To make his mind trip, crying like it’s 96
When Pac got hit, and faced his 2Pacalypse

(Hook)

(Verse III)

(Bridge)

The world is a ghetto, the world is a ghetto
From my strip to Gaza strip, niggers unsettled
From my strip to Gaza strip, niggers grip the metal
This is what it’s like when you living with the devil
War is big business, war is big business
Got money for war, you got money for women
Got money for war, you got money for women
Cause our land is the land where traffickers live in
Track Name: Vain (Produced By The Gonz)
(Verse I)

I got the mind of real killers, the killers and drug dealers
You want to kill us, then kill us, you better be blood spillers
No half weight crooks, can take what we took
Shout out to the Zilla Brookz, and Sniper Core the team cook
It's 'bout time that y'all got something that y'all waiting for
The Paid In Full product, King Knight was made in raw
In this violent environment my soul is surviving
The firing and sirens the reason that I'm grinding
Riding till we dying like we driving gainst Brandy
Haters tried to scam me but the game that they ran me
Never jammed me like the swammy in the jammy understand me
In the toe tagging family chill with Grim like Bill & Mandy
A product of the poison that corrupt the boys and
Turn 'em in the monsters you run you can't avoid them
We sick with the sickness lusting the gold wrists
Nothing make you vicious, it give your soul syphilis
This that ghetto hunger, riding with the metal on ya
Push it to the metal on ya, dammit I will settle on ya
Like I'm on a pilgrimage doing what the pilgrims did
This is Hip-Hop so you know that I will offend

(Hook)

Vain
These bitches be rolling with me without the gold chain
My niggas be riding with me the flow is all flames
These bitches be saying Knizza you raw as cocaine (2x)

(Verse II)

It's hatred in the game so kill that, it's still whack
Trying to pile clinton on gates, and make bills stack
Like radio stations who on that play payola
If you hate me for my color then you cray Cray-Ola
They wonder where I come from? the spirits of them men hung
Cause them racist men was mad they wasn't like them hung
See where I took that now back to where the crooks at
I'm talking where they cook at, I'm talking where they jux at
I'm talking sloppy invasions you could see where they snook at
I'm talking fake cases the innocent they throw the book at
The ghetto where you could find corpses under Plymouth rock
Foul use of taser's don't be shocked brothers getting shocked
I look and see a crew of tools y'all belong in wood shop
And since I drop jewels do you think I would cop?
A loyal broke brother I don't think I could cop
Quiet as a mouse I wouldn't rat to a good cop
Dad where you fail and fell, just know that I stood pop
Forever fam grind, I don't that think I should stop
To some I helped on the ground I can't stand for you
Got my own issues I can't be a man for you

(Hook)

(Verse III)

I got the mind of real killers, the killers and drug dealers
You want to kill us, then kill us, you better be blood spillers
You haters never concerning me, you lie you won't murder me
Cook you pass the third degree, repping that Fraternity
Imagery of homicide lys inside of my mind
Pain's graphic design is what I ride by
Let the bass get to pumping the place get to jumping
Faces get to thumping you caught in the craze of something
A phenomenal force that got your mind in new thoughts
Let the rhymer take course not showing island resorts
Maybe Rikers lifers, and the guards who are trifer
Drama exciters, fighters, and converted new enlighter's
My word is real in fact, I'm the where the third rail is at
Here ain't no coming back when you burnt you feeling that
Once it got you, it got you, your spirit get hostile
This that only way you fight that evil apostle
Now shorty learn your Gospel, here this is God food
To heaven where it guide you let you define you
Shanti said we true living this the new religion
But before you seek faith let me give you vision
Track Name: Only Sixteen (Featuring Smoove x Shenna) (Produced By The Gonz)
(Verse I)

By lawless young brawlers who now flawless young ballers
Who came from nickel-and-diming to moving quarters on corners
Still some cats here stressing tryna whip they self a blessing
While other cats fascinated repping with a weapon
You know them they the grown premature crack babies
In the special ed classes cause they actions seen as crazy
But the system dismissed them no counseling was giving
Even though they loco they thorough they never give in
They quick to give the business cause they roll they is with the team
But weak sneaking sniffs of things from the triple beam
See it’s hell they stuck in and they prone for self destruction
Cause back in they own home they ain't treated well for nothing
They faced all abuses and got written off as stupid
So they hit the block got raised outside like the stoop-kid
Sadly imitating their parents they turning fiends
Like Dukie turning Pookie fiend on that wire scene

(Hook)

A real thug nigga I breathe through the streets
Feel like a young nigga in the middle east
I’m only sixteen, with a M-16
I’m only sixteen, with a M-16 (2x)

(Verse II)

(Hook)

(Verse III)

Still throwing up Tookie, spitting loogies in the street
Moving with the goonies using toolies when they speak
They rowdy young dudes riding in they mama whips
On the strip tryna find a lick to buy the flyer kicks
Some kids in the clique packed a clip to fill the fridge
Taking care they sibs cause some parents ain't fit for kids
How you expect to raise a seed and teach them good from evil
When you drugged out spending all they child support on needles
You Christ-Less, ain’t what Christ is your life a crisis
Story wicked as Isis, and you cold as the ice is,
Seeking false virtues inside of these social vices
We living in this underworld and our role is lycans
Screaming fuck the cops, cause they shoot like they don’t like kids
We dash on the block like we squares with hyphens
The elders lack of knowledge tend to state we move with hate
When sadly the fact is they don’t communicate

(Bridge)

I feel like a nigga can’t make it
I feel like a nigga can’t take it
Uh I feel like it Uh I feel like it
Uh I feel like it Uh I feel like it (2x)
Track Name: Wife Ya (Produced By The Gonz)
(Verse I)

I been living my life my like a youngin on the run
Steady focused and scheming on me becoming the one
Keeping ladies so sick I’m only loving for fun
I might feel you for real, but then I’m back to the front
Love I know what it’s like living out a livid life
Gaming out these shorties fronting like I’m Mr. Right
You feel I left, I was never there I ain’t miss the right
I’m on the path directed to me giving you the pipe
I talked that talk, sealed the deal my cock the caulk
Dancing I got that waltz, Sampson I knocked that wall
Man I popped that cork, I wanted to rock that raw
I was going in, even when my cock got soft
From my shot left off, then I got right back up
To tear that back up, and let off mad nuts
She be like oo baby I love you
I be like oo I love me too

(Hook)

I can’t wife ya and slow my life up
I’m on the grind love not trying to find love
I’m a real nigga but I’m fake to these bitches
… uh I’m so fake to these bitches (2x)

(Verse II)

You got to back up shorty, come on get up off me
I played you with the game, and I gave you a floor seat
Pimping on the regular, slick with vernacular
I take that tech for playing you foul I was macking ya
I’m true to my dreams, love I screw through schemes,
I’m the reason, I’m the reason, you on them world star screens
Why you Solanging in the elevator kicking with screams
Like a newborn baby born in the world is how it seems
I’m from the county of kings, drop down to your knees
It’s a lot of ladies baby who around me with g’s
You ain’t the only bitch, you could stay or be a lonely bitch
You found out the truth, now you feel homie switched
Nah I ain’t goin be faithful, till I’m O.D. rich
Man prolly not even then on some O.G. shit
Ayo now she like oo baby don’t hurt me
While I’m like oo you too thirsty

(Hook)

(Verse III)

I been feeling type toxic spewing all of my toxins
Mixing concoctions, numbing the guns cocking
Feeling so nauseous heads in the ground like ostrich
By animals zoologist view like a gynecologist
You know what my peepers is peeping and what I'm seeing,
A bunch leachers and bleeders who now soon to be bleeding
Don't see them as my peer, they ain't even got a pair
As I sit and I stare, painting the picture clear
I’m dreaded like Jamaican it’s been hard these years
Empty bottles of liquor and beer over ran with tears
Love I swallowed the pain till it hollowed my brain
Too cool for a key chain but wore a key as a chain
To symbolize everyday that freedoms my slave
Facing at that dame face tearing holding on her waist
Doubting the heavens above, questioning her love
The love I was jealous of I never got but always want
Peep the hypocrite in me, I'm telling her don't leave
But I'm helping her cheat, then she argue with me
Why you doing this to me? take advantage when I'm weak
As she weep I be like I ain't making you creep
Now you the one mami being loose with your body
I know I’m real grimy shit I’m gutter embodied
I do what the pimps do it's embedded in my mental
Game is so critical get to them before they get to you
Track Name: Cold As Snow (Produced By The Gonz)
(Verse I)

Now if you love me baby why you never show me that?
Why I feel you evil like you only meant to hold me back
Can you show me you my perfect match without a zodiac
Like my spirit in a cage is how you make my soul react
You suppose to hold me down and not make me feel down
But now I hold a lonely frown no heartbeat you kill sound
It was pound-full round you, you ain't even have to speak
To make the beat increase I could watch your eyes blink
And feel so special just knowing you alive
And knowing that I'm next to you filled me with pride
But now we disconnected we don't chat well
Like our cell phone service only at hell
What use to be worth it now seem so worthless
I loved what we had but now it's light out curtains
So much turmoil, pain surfing to the surface
It's time to say goodbye this my best way to word this

(Hook)

Uh Damn baby cold as snow
Broke my damn heart and had me like oh!
You ain’t have to do Tyrone that hard
You ain’t have to do Tyrone that hard (2x)

(Verse II)

It's so sinful in my mental this pain you let my heart into
I'm feeling so cripple and vengeful showing ugly like pimple
Essential since sent through simple be together we meant to
Got a heart sick it I mend to, you the one tend to, tend to
Alright fine, cut me out your life here's the ginsu
You cold boo, I'm weak like Goku where the sense soon/sensu
You washed your hands of me when I never even rinsed you
Wrote me out your life I feel the poison of your pencil
Your carried acts got me imprisoned, like Parlo from Marlo
Life been feeling real hard yo, yo my love fade like cigar smoke
I'm tight I fell my guard broke, is my pain what God wrote
Sad as third world chills in a police state where they starve folk
So what Ms., I'll never be adjusted to injustice
Could of worked out everything but nah you ain't want this
I appear in my mirror with the vision that I'm stupid
Ripped apart my heart, but that beat pain you looped it

(Hook)

(Bridge)

Wait, wait, who the hell is Tyrone?
Wait, wait, who the hell is Tyrone?
Jezebel he better not be in my home
Jezebel he better not be in my home (2X)

(Hook)
Track Name: Mind Sax (Produced By The Gonz)
(Verse I)

This for shorty in the magazine racking mad cream
Girl it's you I seen you the passion of my dream
I rose for the queen to bring a rose for the queen
My goal is on the green be as rich as O. Queen
But at the same time let me satisfy your needs
Blushes in your cheeks trembles in your knees
The greatest song composed you a great symphony
If ever you bleed or feel empty shorty send for me
The stitches to heal you up the juices to fill your cup
I rather feel your touch than to just feel you up
Come bathe in my love, love and feel more flier
With him you was hot but with me you more fire
My cherry wine who very fine I see you very kind
I’m drunk off your sweetness I guess you berry wine
When I'm blessed to see your damn face my heart races every time
You the pretty picture to imagine in a scary time

(Break)

(Verse II)

Miss diva who a keeper with the body of a fever
I won't mislead ya I just want to see ya
The truth in my eyes like I'm staring at Jesus
Them boys wasn't men they was mythical creatures
Lames who insecure that's why they try to beat-cha
Ugly to they self so they tarnished your feature
Put hands on you like tryna masturbate ya
I get so pissed off at a tripping massive hater
Saw the leak in ya vault, I came to enrich it
Put my heart with your heart, that's my main mission
Tonight be the night you my wife, and main mistress
Clearly you a keeper keep me close, I hate distance
Mi amor feed more your all I need your core
Love me raw, be me law queen fort deem ye lore
Yeah you got the cake that's a nice lil feature
But your mind ma that's what make you a diva
Track Name: So High (Produced By The Gonz)
(Verse 1)

Exclusive rulers, before the chunking of deuces
It was quarter water movements, fly phat bubble gooses
I rock the naked truth see I bare it like a nudist
The talk of black God's who seen the pain of Anubis
Is the era I grew up in the same one I'm stuck in
The one with dead cousins who wasn't quick with they ducking
Damn near recall all, crates were on the wall
No scoreboard pure raw form of ghetto ball
Rocked lumberjacks like we ain't royal and regal
Yo lady in the see through, come stunt like Knieval
Vehicles with free willies, streets sharks who eat you
They evil if they see you leave you blue like bob in reboot
It was easy back then when today was tomorrow
When sun had heat, he would hit the Apollo
No internet beef just get in that street
And fight till it's no feeling left in ya feet

(Chorus)

So high, so high that the pain fade
So high, so high that the shame fade
So high, so high that my soul fly
Take me to another high, high (2x)

(Verse 2)

Ya see I wake up in the morning giving praises to Allah
Still screaming out F the world it keep me so appalled
The plight of our life is a fight where none of us right lord
Pen dope ghetto battle tales, my writing type Shaw
My hood tend to violate, the misses get busy
On the grizzy catching wreck with a ratchet so Rizzy
Now peep the lies smooth talking cursed no gypsy
They gritty bare arms for raw fist full of grizzly
Jefe essay's moving lines as they site raw
They kill your kids, so they kids could live to fight more
Crabs in the buckets bucking seek a piece of something
I'm from a real world a world where they bleed for nothing
Dancing with the devil on a hellish dance floor
Lose your mind when you fail and your best plans fall
Been burnt to the point you feel your shoes melted
With sweat on your white meat like your skin pelted

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)

We came from the side where brothers is real dirty
Living seven thirty cause our blocks hold turf beef
And this go way back before it was gray in wave cap
Of the O.G. in the Maybach who was molded stay strap
Who was schooling us, don't let the lies of the school in us
Just learn and take they knowledge but don't let it ruin us
Use it to our advantage, leave the ghetto, be they neighbor
Give 'em discomfort every morning when we take the paper
They hold they daughters tighter with fears we might rape her
They dread the day she run to us and treat us as a savior
They kids jacking the slang, and think they niggers now
So what if they grew up hard, they never felt a niggers down
It's funny for the first time when these chicks clutch they purses
But after a while it get on your nerves, like how I make you nervous
The world still racist some submit to they rapist
They mouth where they place piss smiling while they take fist
Track Name: Winter Break (Featuring Scott Morris x Isha'Rae) (Produced By The Gonz)
(Verse I)

What you know about them youngin's from the projects rising from the bottom
Where they robbing climbing from they grinding living and surviving
All this young flesh dying gaining zion from they trying
Triumph over mama crying, down they ain’t lying
Now they a lion, with the stars they aligning
The gun volume in ghetto areas shaped my rhyming
I’m connected with these street souls, I remain a Shaman
We was made for shining shorty, streets ain’t got no shy men
My block too made a man of me, take the obstacles and the beat
Stop sipping things that kill the seeds, no more Tropical Fantasies
Now it’s tropical fantasies and all dreams I planned to reach
And I guarantee, I rather you be a man to lead than fan of me
Cause crawling from those destined to fly I can’t stand to see
It’s time to move hand gram the keys make a grand a week move gram to kis
I was granted king cause I handled things a young OG they branded me
This for the real who fam to me, who helped me eat and never famined me

(Hook)

I just need to find myself
Sometimes I get so lost in my thoughts
It’s cold in the winter
If I take a break this moment might pass me by
I’m crying cause I want this forever
I’m yelling cause I want this forever
It’s so much pain cause I want this forever
If I take a break this moment might pass me by

(Verse II)

Latina ladies all in awe they see me in the store
They tell me that I'm raw so they say mi amor
But I say I love you more I mean it from my core
Up to my vocal chords that cause uproars
Up floors of course no flaws in ya floss
Your soul is so pure I give it all applauds
I’m screaming oh lord, I’m caught your allures
Your Caesar Jesus eyes got me lost in your azures
Feel what I felt that hit my sanctum fake friends faking with inner hatred
Cut 'em all off my was time wasted I ain't got time for changing faces
Trying to take this music places only seen in pages
Of friends of different languages who relate to what I say in this
Who been broke broke and through phases, my genesis is so ancient
Not a legend with the white no Aryan civilizations
But I'm getting blown and be goin' in without 64’s and Sega’s
Cause sun shine like sunshine when God first made it

(Hook)

(Verse III)

Time to take the game by storm no light or label but I'm on
When I write my songs I write 'em true I write 'em raw I write I'm strong
I invite you all to something dawg, so heartfelt what's hard melt
Ever felt like you are hell with sins like you roll with a cartel
Scared being judged only God I tell, ironically bars freed myself
From my own mental cell that was dark as well I was deep in it and my heart wasn’t well
If you knew where the hell my mind dwells, you wouldn't believe it like Roswell
Feeling like a broken motel robbed of my peace I fell
Now not like a piece with diamond things and shiny things that nicely gleam
That thieves see and thief with a piece that mind peace that robbed peace
That main reason that I’m beast, I’m young and pissed no R. Kell’s
Where homo-thugs who was out jail was never sweet as carvel
As a youth in the hood our start feel, we was headed down like a cartwheel
With a 52 deck of Parkinson’s, a bad hand when cards dealed
Many lost they God feel, they really feeling that God failed,
Cause vagina cuts on they broads real, her cat look striped as Garfield

(Hook)