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Pozer
Franklin Saint
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Franklin Saint was released on May 29, 2026 by Pozer as a part of the album Crossroads
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pozer
Pozer
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pozer
Pozer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Berky
Berky
Producer
RA
RA
Producer

Lyrics

We made this shit look easy it ain't
Lost my mind I got no restraints
Split full of Zartini I'm spaced
Did it brick by brick like Franklin Saint
I made the most out of what life gave
Stepped on business, stood in my lane
Before Rapdale knew my name
Did it brick by brick like Franklin Saint
Bait, I bought with mine 'cause I'm bait
Hate, I make bands now they all hate
Take your two pence, lay in a grave
'Cause whatever they say ain't getting man paid
I'm on set, no time for delays
I used to mop my shot and delay
No one believed that I'd make it out
So I did it alone like Franklin Saint
The same, the same, the same, the same
We ain't in the same boat, we ain't in the same lane
I'll do man wrong if you stand no lay
Crashing out ain't part of the plan but hey
I'm tryna get rich, I ain't worry about fame
Merits, medals, allow me, allow me
Spit bars and I do it profoundly
They can't get close, they getting around me
Your gang up lit like they come from Saudi
Letting it ring and it's changing the weather
White like feather, brown like leather
And we got purple buds like shredder
Gotta watch for the J's
'Cause where there's a lot of their snakes
They don't want you to win
Up now, I pull strings, violin
I fear my Lord and then nothing
Test man and I'm letting it ring
The six shots, bingos, round like circle
I ain't rocking with no Steve Urkels
They're not a mutt, I show them how to encircle
Weeds, slap, whips, cash
All I need in this life, all I see no cap
Get in the booth, put hands on the track
Then go make your way right back to that map
I don't trust no one, it's true, it's mad
Bad, rather than bad
Then go outside, close the back door and flick that latch
This life's full of twists and turns no back
Me against me and I'm under attack
What if I could, I'd have backed my shank
Filling this void with drugs and lag
Old habits die hard, but I can't look back
We make this shit look easy, it ain't
Lost my mind, I got no restraints
Split full of Zartini, I'm spaced
Did it brick by brick like Franklin Saint
I made the most out of what life gave
Stepped on business, stood in my lane
Before Rapdale knew my name
Did it brick by brick like Franklin Saint
Written by: Pozer

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