You said you got two needs
Cigarettes and revenge
So, cigarette, that's obvious
Revenge, that's more interesting
Do you like your revenge eaten hot or cold?
Gather round and listen when I say
Stories that were told were friction, if I may
Be my brother's keeper, saving him from claim
Out of devils hands, I'm holdin on to fame
Men will show you, put you on display
Only view the bad sides, put dirt on my name
Never cast the first stone, justice is for God, I'm stretching out my rod, I'm potent with my word
In my ward, tending to my pain
Pain I should have caused you, drivin' me insane
Sinkin to my brain, I'm switchin up my lane
I'm aiming for the bank and takin what remain
Can't leave crumbs for crap
Eatin till I'm full, dotin out my map
Broke my index finger just to make a point, I'm aiming at your joint, consider this a warning (Gun shot)
Nigga, that's a rap
Cuttin off your scenes on director shot
F*ckin up the crew like a twisted plot
I'm shockin all these fools, I'm an electric plot
Bow your head to your masters
Gettin my degree, had to school with these bastards
Stuck on daddy issues, had to heal with no plasters
Cover up that shit, turn a new leave after
You know, its always good
You know when people are saying it's not good
You know the- the desire for vengeance
F*ck it, don't need your opinion
We out here try to make a million
We hunting for fortune don't need the misfortune, you f*ckin with faith, that's a silly one
You've been warned, don't say you weren't
I'm flexible, just like a silicon
Like rubbers and plastic, on heat they elastic, I'm stretching to God has to put me on
Put me on on the right path
Everybody knows Jake is greedy, he's about stack
Cover up my food, can not share with these back stabs
Run your mouth again, running taps as I backtrack (yey)
Fool me ones
The second, your girl is on homie gun
He's shooting his shots and we taping in shots, I send you the clip through a pistol gun
Poet are killers this way
I'm writin these verses in paragraphs
My pens on your neck as I'm writing the checks, I'm punchin a hole through your bank account
Can you hold a grudge for a really long time? (Forever)
Holdin' grudges is the- I think, just another word for having standards
J4ke - Fran's Revenge Lyrics
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You said you got two needs
Cigarettes and revenge
So, cigarette, that's obvious
Revenge, that's more interesting
Do you like your revenge eaten hot or cold?
Gather round and listen when I say
Stories that were told were friction, if I may
Be my brother's keeper, saving him from claim
Out of devils hands, I'm holdin on to fame
Men will show you, put you on display
Only view the bad sides, put dirt on my name
Never cast the first stone, justice is for God, I'm stretching out my rod, I'm potent with my word
In my ward, tending to my pain
Pain I should have caused you, drivin' me insane
Sinkin to my brain, I'm switchin up my lane
I'm aiming for the bank and takin what remain
Can't leave crumbs for crap
Eatin till I'm full, dotin out my map
Broke my index finger just to make a point, I'm aiming at your joint, consider this a warning (Gun shot)
Nigga, that's a rap
Cuttin off your scenes on director shot
F*ckin up the crew like a twisted plot
I'm shockin all these fools, I'm an electric plot
Bow your head to your masters
Gettin my degree, had to school with these bastards
Stuck on daddy issues, had to heal with no plasters
Cover up that shit, turn a new leave after
You know, its always good
You know when people are saying it's not good
You know the- the desire for vengeance
F*ck it, don't need your opinion
We out here try to make a million
We hunting for fortune don't need the misfortune, you f*ckin with faith, that's a silly one
You've been warned, don't say you weren't
I'm flexible, just like a silicon
Like rubbers and plastic, on heat they elastic, I'm stretching to God has to put me on
Put me on on the right path
Everybody knows Jake is greedy, he's about stack
Cover up my food, can not share with these back stabs
Run your mouth again, running taps as I backtrack (yey)
Fool me ones
The second, your girl is on homie gun
He's shooting his shots and we taping in shots, I send you the clip through a pistol gun
Poet are killers this way
I'm writin these verses in paragraphs
My pens on your neck as I'm writing the checks, I'm punchin a hole through your bank account
Can you hold a grudge for a really long time? (Forever)
Holdin' grudges is the- I think, just another word for having standards
Cigarettes and revenge
So, cigarette, that's obvious
Revenge, that's more interesting
Do you like your revenge eaten hot or cold?
Gather round and listen when I say
Stories that were told were friction, if I may
Be my brother's keeper, saving him from claim
Out of devils hands, I'm holdin on to fame
Men will show you, put you on display
Only view the bad sides, put dirt on my name
Never cast the first stone, justice is for God, I'm stretching out my rod, I'm potent with my word
In my ward, tending to my pain
Pain I should have caused you, drivin' me insane
Sinkin to my brain, I'm switchin up my lane
I'm aiming for the bank and takin what remain
Can't leave crumbs for crap
Eatin till I'm full, dotin out my map
Broke my index finger just to make a point, I'm aiming at your joint, consider this a warning (Gun shot)
Nigga, that's a rap
Cuttin off your scenes on director shot
F*ckin up the crew like a twisted plot
I'm shockin all these fools, I'm an electric plot
Bow your head to your masters
Gettin my degree, had to school with these bastards
Stuck on daddy issues, had to heal with no plasters
Cover up that shit, turn a new leave after
You know, its always good
You know when people are saying it's not good
You know the- the desire for vengeance
F*ck it, don't need your opinion
We out here try to make a million
We hunting for fortune don't need the misfortune, you f*ckin with faith, that's a silly one
You've been warned, don't say you weren't
I'm flexible, just like a silicon
Like rubbers and plastic, on heat they elastic, I'm stretching to God has to put me on
Put me on on the right path
Everybody knows Jake is greedy, he's about stack
Cover up my food, can not share with these back stabs
Run your mouth again, running taps as I backtrack (yey)
Fool me ones
The second, your girl is on homie gun
He's shooting his shots and we taping in shots, I send you the clip through a pistol gun
Poet are killers this way
I'm writin these verses in paragraphs
My pens on your neck as I'm writing the checks, I'm punchin a hole through your bank account
Can you hold a grudge for a really long time? (Forever)
Holdin' grudges is the- I think, just another word for having standards
Writer: Jake Aghedo
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