Vain - Frank Knight

I got the mind of real killers, the killers and drug dealers

You want to kill us, then kill us, you better be blood spillers

No half weight crooks, can take what we took

Shout out to the Zilla Brookz, and Sniper Core the team cook

It’s about time that y’all got something that y’all waiting for

The Paid In Full product, King Knight was made in raw

In this violent environment my soul is surviving

The firing and sirens the reason that I’m grinding

Riding till we dying like we driving gainst Brandy

Haters tried to scam me but the game that they ran me

Never jammed me like the swammy in the jammy understand me

In the toe tagging family chill with Grim like Bill & Mandy

A product of the poison that corrupt the boys and

Turn 'em in the monsters you run you can’t avoid them

We sick with the sickness lusting the gold wrists

Nothing make you vicious, it give your soul syphilis

This that ghetto hunger, riding with the metal on ya

Push it to the metal on ya, dammit I will settle on ya

Like I’m on a pilgrimage doing what the pilgrims did

This is Hip-Hop so you know that I will offend

Vain

These bitches be rolling with me without the gold chain

My niggas be riding with me the flow is all flames

These bitches be saying Knizza you raw as cocaine (2x)

It’s hatred in the game so kill that, it’s still whack

Trying to pile clinton on gates, and make bills stack

Like radio stations who on that play payola

If you hate me for my color then you cray Cray-Ola

They wonder where I come from?

the spirits of them men hung

Cause them racist men was mad they wasn’t like them hung

See where I took that now back to where the crooks at

I’m talking where they cook at, I’m talking where they jux at

I’m talking sloppy invasions you could see where they snook at

I’m talking fake cases the innocent they throw the book at

The ghetto where you could find corpses under Plymouth rock

Foul use of taser’s don’t be shocked brothers getting shocked

I look and see a crew of tools y’all belong in wood shop

And since I drop jewels do you think I would cop?

A loyal broke brother I don’t think I could cop

Quiet as a mouse I wouldn’t rat to a good cop

Dad where you fail and fell, just know that I stood pop

Forever fam grind, I don’t that think I should stop

To some I helped on the ground I can’t stand for you

Got my own issues I can’t be a man for you

Vain

These bitches be rolling with me without the gold chain

My niggas be riding with me the flow is all flames

These bitches be saying Knizza you raw as cocaine (2x)

I got the mind of real killers, the killers and drug dealers

You want to kill us, then kill us, you better be blood spillers

You haters never concerning me, you lie you won’t murder me

Cook you pass the third degree, repping that Fraternity

Imagery of homicide lys inside of my mind

Pain’s graphic design is what I ride by

Let the bass get to pumping the place get to jumping

Faces get to thumping you caught in the craze of something

A phenomenal force that got your mind in new thoughts

Let the rhymer take course not showing island resorts

Maybe Rikers lifers, and the guards who are trifer

Drama exciters, fighters, and converted new enlighter’s

My word is real in fact, I’m the where the third rail is at

Here ain’t no coming back when you burnt you feeling that

Once it got you, it got you, your spirit get hostile

This that only way you fight that evil apostle

Now shorty learn your Gospel, here this is God food

To heaven where it guide you let you define you

Shanti said we true living this the new religion

But before you seek faith let me give you vision

Vain

These bitches be rolling with me without the gold chain

My niggas be riding with me the flow is all flames

These bitches be saying Knizza you raw as cocaine (2x)