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frank knight - vain lyrics

[verse 1: frank knight]

i got the mind of real k!llers, the k!llers and drug dealers
you want to k!ll us, then k!ll 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 about 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 l-sting 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: frank knight]

vain
these b-tches be rolling with me without the gold chain
my n-ggas be riding with me the flow is all flames
these b-tches be saying knizza you raw as cocaine (2x)

[verse 2: frank knight]

it’s hatred in the game so k!ll 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: frank knight]

vain
these b-tches be rolling with me without the gold chain
my n-ggas be riding with me the flow is all flames
these b-tches be saying knizza you raw as cocaine (2x)

[verse 3: frank knight]

i got the mind of real k!llers, the k!llers and drug dealers
you want to k!ll us, then k!ll us, you better be blood spillers
you haters never concerning me, you lie you won’t murder me
cook you p-ss 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 b-ss 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

[hook: frank knight]

vain
these b-tches be rolling with me without the gold chain
my n-ggas be riding with me the flow is all flames
these b-tches be saying knizza you raw as cocaine (2x)

- frank knight lyrics

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