Kyle Bent - Framework lyrics

[Verse 1: Connor Ca**idy] One time for your mind 2 Times for the Blind 3 Times for the... With close eyes I find The soul sky that's mine I don't wish, I climb My old ceilings denied The day-time arrives Your nightmare's confirmed My whole tribe's alive We stay fitted for the finish never ask why 6th grade teach telling me I can't fly My hopes reach for the ceiling with they hands high So understand, got the city on standby Finding a balance in a game that's morally wrong 5 a.m. up in the morning we ducking the lights I earn time through the habits we usually on Saving up, 'bout to spend it on nothing that's right That's a hell of a night [Hook: Connor Ca**idy] The drinks, women, the aim bringing the same things Your mind locking, the lames rocking the same bling The bed swinging the Z's clinging the same things Uhh A low limit what the frame brings Low limit what the frame brings We up late again, plotting on the same things Low limit what the frame brings We up late as hell, plotting on the same things [Verse 2: Connor Ca**idy] But holdup, let 'em picture this No pills and still limitless Recouping the true essence of legends who pa**ed on Live forever while we reminisce True precision I give forever and never miss Cignature sound, like signing down on the dotted with Seeing signs of you clown rappers on common sh** Trading in your word, for green faces and diamond whips Copping medallions while my people starve I think the public getting blind to what honesty is I heard life a stage, play your part But we ain't trying to be a part of this comedy biz Cause ain't it funny I"m holding like no grudges As long as your hoes love And money just keeps coming Trying to rain on your fire By burning my whole budget A lion while y'all liars rely on the same subjects [Hook: Connor Ca**idy] [Bridge: Connor Ca**idy] A low limit what the frame brings A low what the frame brings, yea A low limit what the frame brings, uhh Up plotting on the same things I'm about to get a choir in here Plotting on the same things We just plotting on the same things, yea Plotting on the same things We up late as hell, plotting on the same things [Verse 3: Kyle Bent] Plotting on the same things Trotting on a quest who would've guessed this what the fame brings Come and be my guest you can get flamed man Let me get my dragon out the den Let me maintain the flow As I craft it with my pen I'm a master with the rapping can't be matched by many men Cause I pa**ed you when I traveled down the path you've never been Staying active with this pa**ion trying to stack up all this yin Trying to snatch up all the cabbage, silly rabbit with a spin I'm a savage call me Bent Sunning rappers turn to dirty ba*tards when I have to dip Instrumentals can get ripped Shooting lyrics on my mental Make you rappers get the memo like I'm deadly with the clips That's a semi-automatic You can bet we bring the havoc Load the barrel, let them have it Just be sure to leave your address I'm addressing all the rappers playing dress-up You in the wrong sector Thought I'd tell you the rap game is not a pageant It's tragic Since a youngin' been busting bum to get out the gutter Avoiding trouble and now I'm buzzing due to this hunger I'm busting bubbles waking brothers up from slumbers Now I'm no longer the underdog I'm heating up the summer No more dreaming only action me my team gon' make it happen We just scheming, strategizing while you guys are steady napping Treasure my presence like pirate chests I'm spitting crack, release the kraken Kyle moving back in So I hope you rappers started packing Hey, getting evicted And even Clause know that the boys bars are gifted We making noise, labels might call the boys, they tripping My leave a sticky note with a message you just missed us Hey, we been working hard People never stop the hating Only seem to quiet down when Kyle finally elevating Early flights and elevators take me to my destination 17 and getting green but we ain't even met the fame yet Bent [Outro: 2Pac Shakur] There's too much money here I mean nobody should be hitting lotto for 36 million And we got people starving in the streets That is not idealistic that's just real That is just stupid There's no way Michael Jackson should have Or whoever Jackson Should have a million thousand truple billion dollars And we got people starving There's no way, there's no way That these people should own planes And yet people don't have houses Apartments, shacks, draws, pants I know your rich, I know you got 40 billion dollars But you could you just keep it to one house? You only need one house And if you only got two kids Could you just keep it to 2 room? I mean, why have 52 rooms And you know there's somebody with no room? It just don't make sense to me, it don't