02/ franklin saint
Produced By Armani Jackson & Kevin Allen
Written By Kevin Allen, Armani Jackson
Additional Production Bedrock
Additional Vocals Kate Lamont
VERSE 01
Woke up in gratitude
A fantastic mood
What’s the point of having tools
If you lack the screws
Wouldn’t have so much envy
If you felt in tune
That jealousy look weird on you
That tough guy shit that’s really fear on you
In due time it’ll all be
Crystal clear for you
Let the truth be a mirror for you
Never let no other man
Steer for you
In my own lane
Pretty woman riding shotty
Richard Geere On you
Can’t let your worth be determined by if they cheer for you
That’s fly by night
Like a red-eye flight
All four eyes on a check
Like these fresh ass Nike's
Life’s a bitch
She loves when I grab her neck all tight
Breathe
Agreed proceed to smoke weed
Continental breakfast got the eggs wit the cheese
Talking bread overseas
Waive all the fees
Ace of spades up my sleeve
Got my name on the deed
Sour deez
Bars on the fronto
No rehearsal
Too much bad energy
In your inner circle
When it’s real you gone feel it personal
Patience is a virtue
Microwave era
Hate waiting for commercial
Clocked imma bring the work through
I got some demons imma have to work through
Working overtime
Tryna get my soul in line
My values and reality both trying to coincide
BRIDGE
Children dying
mothers crying
It’s so hard to be a dreamer
Wit all this pain inside me
Pray for the victims
I hope you’re listening
Trying to duck the system
Every step I take
Every step I take (oohhhh)
HOOK
Bare it all before they bury me.
Give you all the game I have, that’s charity.
She say “do whatever you want just don’t embarrass me”
Hmm, heavy is the crown I need therapy
The king must die so the country can live
Bible says woman comes from the rib
Pops told me keep it on you when you come from the crib
Ohh, defining moment
Tryna own it
Dying to live
VERSE 02
When I was a kid,
A young snot-nose
dodgin them older n*ggas
Told us get up off of the block
Before we smoke you n*gga
Innocent
Ain’t even have a clue was in the lion’s mouth
Wasn’t off the porch
Wasn’t no going in and out the house
Came out clean no detergent
Be a servant
Perfect is the fruit of the serpent
Only thing certain
Keep it on your person
The devil workin double time
They even closed the churches, yeah
I can cop a three-piece with crypto now
Tap danced on the keys that they tiptoe around
Stay in pocket I’m the drummer bring the tempo down
Contact don’t always equal free throw now
Stacking chips on my Ager call me “Frito” now
use to have love my heart muy frio now
Season 1 pandemic
As if God handpicked
Dame time precision
all last minute
They all start but we finish
Scrape the plate
More dishes
Bust suds in hells kitchen
Never confuse love with attention
Breathe through the tesnion
Dialed in formation
weaving through the friction
Sniper on the roof top
Knock you off your fences
Gotta pick a side
These are sicker times
Quentin Tarantino
My movies n*ggas will never die
Plug cut the power off
Dark times terrifying
When you finally see the light
I promise it’s electrifying…
03/ Oh, The Irony
Written By Kevin Allen & Jane Handcock
Produced By Armani Jackson
Keys Bryan Simmons
Guitar Josh Icban
Hook
Out the mud don’t need a pat on the back
80’s baby rose grew from the crack
You ain’t even gotta trip imma pick up the slack
Let one of these n*ggas trip imma pick up the jack
Broke your heart, but I ain’t lie to you (true)
Can’t get money and spend time with you (true)
I seen a demon try to meditate
It’s crazy, even a trash can gets a steak
Verse
I cant lie n*gga
When I think about the future I see lights n*gga
Not the ones on the stage, but the ones on your soul
When you open up your eyes n*gga
Cant rush too soon to paradise
Hopefully that ain’t what hell looks like
I ain’t sure but I’m just on the ride
Hook
Out the mud don’t need a pat on the back
80’s baby, rose grew from the crack
You ain’t even gotta trip, imma pick up the slack
Let one of these n*ggas trip imma pick up the jack
Broke your heart, but I ain’t lie to you (true)
Can’t get money and spend time with you (true)
I seen a demon try to meditate
It’s crazy, even a trash can gets a steak
Bridge
Crazy times and crazy days
My confidence it comes in ways (it comes in waves yeah)
Searching just to find our way
We need some understanding
Things ain’t how we planned or dreamed, but hey
Hook
Out the mud don’t need a pat on the back
80’s baby, rose grew from the crack
You ain’t even gotta trip, imma pick up the slack
Let one of these n*ggas trip imma pick up the jack
Broke your heart, but I ain’t lie to you (true)
Can’t get money and spend time with you (true)
I seen a demon try to meditate
It’s crazy, even a trash can gets a steak