Franchise Flow ft. $iICK Lyrics

You wasn't on that section eight

You wasn't on that back block

You wasn't in that trap

So little nigga stop trying to act Tuff

Got to move tact when you in the Hood, the streets be real rough

Them niggas that you got in your Circle, ask yourself could you trust

My main goal is gettin to the top, That's a fucking must

Momma ask me why i get home Late,

Told her i was doing stuff

Crusing in the v

Selling fiends with the plug

Trying to get my mind right,

I'm moving with a thirty tucked

Up that shit on boy

Left that nigga face stuck

He lucky we ain't take his life,

And smoke him like some runts

I like the fast money but

I don't like the fronts

After i drop dis single

I'ma go missing for months

I don't even wanna fall in love

That shit is fucked

These bitches not showing love,

Damn they giving lust

The only thing they good for,

Is when you trying to buss a nut

Where the real pretty bitches,

At i ain't talking about you smuts

I ain't talking bout you smuts

Mhm

On some real shit bro these bitches Be fucking with my mental bro,

I just be trying to stack my bread Bro

And, they just can't respect that Shit

That shit really fuck with me like Cause what the fuck is wrong with You

These bitches need to stay up out My face, and worry about they Checks

I don't got time for the games but, You can give me neck

Momma hear me rapping in the Room, she saying i'm up next

Got a new pair of carties , damn That's some new spects

Bitch blowing up my phone, think She wanna give me sex

Got a lot of pretty bitches calling, Me the best

Haven't slept in three days damn,

I need some fuckin rest

Im gettin to the top everyday, I'm feeling blessed

You wasn't on that section eight

You wasn't on that back block

You wasn't in that trap

So little nigga stop trying to act Tuff

Got to move tact when you in the Hood, the streets be real rough

Them niggas that you got in your Circle,

Ask yourself could you trust

My main goal is gettin to the top, That's a fucking must

Yea that's a fucking must nigga

Uh huh

Fuck what they sayin, know i'm Just trying to get cash now

Remember back in school, they Use to call me the class clown

Hella money making nigga, now I'm the cash cow

Throwing money everywhere, Bitches gonna act wild

You ain't really on shit, nigga just Act now

Before my niggas start acing wild

Thirty hit his stomach, make him More than just pass out

We gonna hide the body put that Shit in the trap house

I wonder what the world would be Like, twenty years from now

Would my niggas still be around, To hold it down

Would I be worthy of king,

Someone hand me a crown

Like when I step in a room, i'm Killing all the sound

I'm goin hard for this shit, they Gonna hear me loud and clear

To the top, like I clouds in here

Blowing up, now there's a crowd In here

I know wassup you know you not Allowed in here

Cause you was never rooting for Me

Never thought that you would do It to me

The fake emotions was crazy just Never knew it fully

So I let everything slide

This shit would fuck up your mind

Had no reason to ever think you Were one of a kind

You were still the same way

Said that you changed, your still Tejada from that same day

Feeling insane i guess it's just the What you made me

Filled up with pain and I ain't have No one to save me

I just hit the pen in peace

White runts to be specific

Lose my memory for the moment Dont give a fuck I'm feelin lifted

In the bed I'm zoned out can't Move feelin different

Like cramp in ya stomach I hit Hard when I'm up in it