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
credits
from Free Lunch (Produced By The Gonz),
released February 13, 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
