Frank Lucas

Mama so thankful that I’m not addicted to drugs,

Addicted to making some money,

You made your first band working 9 to 5’s & I made mine, serving junkies,

Bitches back spreading them rumors,

My pockets looking like I’m Havin tumors,

I left the trap and took out some racks to give to my bitch just to go to the groomers

It can get tricky this life that I’m living,

**** predicting, and wishing I fail,

Put up some money from serving them bales,

My occupation described as sales

How I been living I don’t wanna lose her,

Stuck in these streets and I’m tryna maneuver,

People keep telling me stick with the music,

I’m tryna be the next frank Lucas

Fell out of love with the life that im living,

Making more than I ever seen,

Mama want me to go finish in school,

But lately I’m focused on moving these p’s

Ptsd and it fuck wit my sleep,

I’m counting money I’m not counting sheep,

I told my **** we been through enough,

We carried his body to put in the truck,

I lost some **** way too early,

I lost some **** that didn’t deserve it,

I got some bitches that’s getting neglected,

Chasing blue faces I gotta collection,

See a blue franklin and gotta collect it,

Can’t leave the house unless I got a weapon

Not talking rubbers but I got protection

**** don’t like me but gotta respect me

I can’t name a bitch that ain’t gone fuck just cause my status,

Everyday I’m callin plays after plays like I’m madden,

Stuffin dick up in yo lady til she start to call me daddy,

And it all started off a jugg once she dropped the addy

**** hate to see a young **** really gettin money,

I be laughing at the subtweets cause most the shit b funny,

Yo bitch tell me when you fuck her that she really feeling nothing,

And she told me when I fuck her that she feel it in her stomach

I can’t help that I’m that **** I can help you get some money,

Most the **** hate on me be either broke or they bummy,

**** work a 9 to 5 and get assistance from they mommy,

**** cappin like they shooters but ain’t never seen a homi

Mama so thankful that I’m not addicted to drugs,

Addicted to making some money,

You made your first band working 9 to 5’s & I made mine, serving junkies,

Bitches back spreading them rumors,

My pockets looking like I’m Havin tumors,

I left the trap and took out some racks to give to my bitch just to go to the groomers

It can get tricky this life that I’m living,

**** predicting, and wishing I fail,

Put up some money from serving them bales,

My occupation described as sales

How I been living I don’t wanna lose her,

Stuck in these streets and I’m tryna maneuver,

People keep telling me stick with the music,

I’m tryna be the next frank Lucas