La musica de Harry Fraud
I'm on flocaine
Charged in the studio cooking
I know this ain't what you wanted
But you shouldn't have pushed him
I dropped couple mixtapes
Now they're calling me hood rich
But life's shit, I only see you at the good bits
I never see you in the can eating rice pudding
But you keep rappin' 'bout the work that your guys put in
When they was pulling out for smoke you never try put in
So you get your shit taken, get your shine tooken'
I put 20 on your head, call that a light booking
I'm going dumb, I'm getting brain off a wise woman
Yesterday I sold dark to a white woman
I'm pushing bass in their face at a high volume
She smoke crack, drink liquor and she take valium
Feds stopped us and we had to decamp the Phantom
If I let you in my life, I'm gonna add value
The pagans do it to your face, your friends'll backstab you
Track flocaine
All I need is a mic and some cling
I'ma show you how I wrap this whole thing
Track flocaine
Make the trap go cray'
How you rap soul pain?
With the world on your shoulders
And your back don't break
Selling track flocaine
Watch me make this phone ring
I still got 'em phonin'
For this track flocaine
All I need is a mic and some cling
I'ma show you how I wrap this whole thing
I'm really from this shit
So I hate when they force it
The G ain't checking out if you give them a audit
I sold dope in my 90's, kicked doors in my Forces
I got gun boys in my crib at like three in the morning
And they're waking up my neighbours with their guns and their torches
They pray on my misfortune, I walk it and talk it
I move like I'm haunted, I might as well flaunt it
My boy trapped so hard, it got him deported
I said when I drop my album, watch they're getting extorted
Cuh they be sleeping on me, I should slap you for yawning
Mummy used to take us Cash Converters to pawn shit
Now on any given day I spend a mortgage
I'm a rapper that'll make you swim like a snorkelist
You remember times when I was bagging up at your bit
Back then when I got the weapon and I sawed it
Back then we had the cling, but no mics
We weren't recording
Track flocaine
All I need is a mic and some cling
I'ma show you how I wrap this whole thing
Track flocaine
Make the trap go cray'
How you rap soul pain?
With a world on your shoulders
And your back don't break
Selling track flocaine
Watch me make this phone ring
I still got 'em phonin'
For this track flocaine
All I need is a mic and some cling
I'ma show you how I wrap this whole thing