[Verse 1: Frank Leone]
Kickin it in the clouds, cloud of loud in the zipper *swish*
Chilling in the pound, downtown with ya fickle *bish*
LDRS tee, believe in me, aleve ya demons, deem it
Flea Market I'll park in the back, pack of the purple *swish*
Errrs, on beef with my principles
Bullet through your worries, we motherfuckin invincible
Fenceables adminished, and dented the damn door
Invented remedied venom and dripping it on the chords
Girlies want more, tell'em they adored
Heard that I was buzzing like the rabbit on their floor
Shots fired, in light of lime and the dash
Never backtrack fuck a trap rap get a rat tat be a blast to the past
The Delorian is ready
Driving 88 on 808's and ate an 8th of heavy, Fuck That
Suck Succotash, telling how you living
Ribbon on the hard knocks and you know that shit's a given
Better listen, executive decision
Caught up in the act with ya most bad vixen
D la Flow for the beats, Perry Willy for the mixing
ProbCause calling shots, how you living bruh
[Verse 2: ProbCause]
What up Franky, frankly I've been tryna stack these Franklies
Bank'em while they blanking, cause they played out like Planking
They'd a planked'em, we the big fish, they sank it
Something up in this water heater these Mid-West kids is dranking
Feeling better than I ever have before
Sticking home grown and humble, leaving on tour
An honestly, I'll admit I want a little more
But ain't that in my country's culture, down to the core
Add apple for the pie, you the apple of my eye
You the dot to my line, you the knot in my spine
You the 5 on my dime, You the wrath of my kind
You the, well you get it, you get it. I'm saying
Mostly I been lowkey less it's worth it
Find a piece of genius when you decode these words
It's word to break down, City by the lake, proud
Something like a perfect picture, I'm just trying to paint the sounds
Probable, it's Probable