FRANK AZAR Lyrics

Strong arm, all up in my city, Frank Azar

Why the fuck you talk a hella gangsta but he ain't hard

Drivin' to the paint, I'ma dunk it, I don't play guard

Drift a whip around the fuckin' corner, it's a race car

He was talkin' hella shit up to me, left his face scarred

I don't give a fuck, catch up to him, grab his face guard

He don't even go out, fucking side, cause he stay scarred

Penitentiary, bitch, I was locked up in the state yard

Only usin' Aunt Jemima when I go and sip the cup

Purple haze all up in my blunt and it's indica

Why the fuck you say that you gon' pull up with them blicks and stuff

Sick in the head, I'ma pull up with a stick end up

I'ma leave him floppin' on the ground just like he Marcus Smart

Shot him in the eyes and he can't see, that's the darkest part

Tryna fight but I'ma shoot him, he a yard apart

Saw my homie overdose on pills, that's the hardest part

I'm a rapper and a poet just like Marcus Clarke

I was always good at fightin', fuck a martial art

I see so much shit, man, I swear I got a rotted heart

Cheated on her, then I got a mill, that's the honest part

How the fuck you let me take your bitch? You a grown man

Swear to God, she said that your dick was small for her

Playin' at the three, bitch, you know that I'm a small forward

He got blood up in his eyes, I told him crawl forward