Ben/Frank

Lyrics: Nasaan Holton/Eliot Dubock/Sean Stein Music: Nasaan Holton/Eliot Dubock/Sean Stein IN PURSUIT OF SUSPECT WEST ON HALL ROAD BE ADVISED, SUSPECT IS ARMED AND CONSIDERED TO BE EXTREMELY DANGEROUS Lost his mind Crossed out god Lost his mind for the Ben Frank Crossed his guys for the Ben Frank Crossed out god for the Ben Frank Who got shot could of been Frank Pull drive by for the Ben Frank Tote big fire for the Ben Frank Lot went down for the Ben Frank Yeah shit go down for the Ben Frank Frank off percs since 10th grade Can’t calm down can’t sit straight Mom too young ain’t shit straight New man home on diff days Empty trees on gift days Lot on mind can’t sit straight Frank hate he can’t have things Lot on mind can’t think straight Frank want gun, want hit banks Need Rolex, need big face No role model engaged Dad ain’t home he in cage He been there since sixth grade Frank don’t care shit don’t phase... Frank don’t care shit don’t phase Lost his mind for the Ben Frank Crossed his guys for the Ben Frank Crossed out god for the Ben Frank Who got shot could of been Frank Pull drive by for the Ben Frank Tote big fire for the Ben Frank Lot went down for the Ben Frank Yeah shit go down for the Ben Frank Ben knew Frank from the bus, yeah Ben tote a 40 for bloods yeah Ben like to bang out the bluffs Ben like to put oppositions in dust em Ben knew Frank didn’t discuss But he surely recognise the greediness and lust in em Ben seen opportunity amongst as must Wouldn’t rush only had to put the trust in em “Say lil bruh” passive aggressive “My fault had to **** around and ask you a question You stay off of Gresham right Bouldcrest section like right by the checkers The one near da exit” And Frank tell em “Yeah” No less nothing extra And Ben tell em “Listen these bitches finnesses Been seen you like money, like got an obsession” But this they profession and I’m no exception, confession” Tryna make that connection Penny pinching, I can get you some better Peeping tension, I can see how you fed up Can’t be bitching, gotta get you some bread up Just gotta see if yo kind kinda let up Tell me have you ever blocked out a vendetta Tell me have you ever shot a barretta Huh meet me on Glenwood round ‘leven This Wesson my weapon But take it might need that forever Show me we can stick together Kick together, bitch run up liqs together Hit together, shit whatever Show me we can end up rich forever Frank though about it... He was with it Meet em round ‘leven in mommas rented Honda Civic Windows tinted, tucked the Smith & Wesson deep inside his britches With a conscious weighing heavy on em Heavy with decisions, heavy with convictions Heavy winded, bet he wanted different Tunnel vision, Ben in line of vision Packed it by the entrance, honking timid Gave the lights a flicker, told em “Hurry get in” Ran and got it, told em how he feeling Told he was bitching uhh Glad you made your mind, put this shit in drive Know where we can slide, somewhere gentrified Just as we arrived 20 feet outside Hold on dim ya lights, get out get behind Kicked in the door, bitches get on the floor Don’t nobody move, everybody straight Aye go find the safe, check in every vase Stupid bitches, cover up ya face This a home invade, tryna catch a case? Hurry up and move, bitches on the way Bitch why are you yelling, where the ****ing safe? Turn the shit around, shut ya mouth and lay Think I found this shit, grab that shit come on Bitches gotta slide, sirens up the road “Is this the shit?” Yeah put it in Shove in in the door, peel off up the road Bitch make a left, then another left Then make this right, right on hall road Aye bro. Stop the whip right quick What happened? Bro 12 everywhere bro, don’t you hear that shit? Aight we straight right here You go get that shit out the trunk? Yeah yeah