Lyrics

Kid Franky: Verse 1

I know
Some of y'all
Talk about me
And probably
Some of y'all
Really doubt

I know
Man I'm just trying here
I go to school
Classes 5
I do I do
Master plan, gotta do the do

Uh.. man

Bout to be 23
On the line
Jordan man
Jumpman
MVP
I'll be fine
Before I die
Wana know, What I'm gna do
Set on fire
One down
One attempt
Ight we coo

Ya

Showing out on the low
No strive, No time, So how fuck u gone grow?

Foreplay

Not doing that
When I'm doing this
Even tho, what I do is spit
It's simple man
I'm just going in uh

Amen...
Shit
Oh man, oh ma.. oh man this is quick

Goodnight

Doing this everyday
Staying fly like a 45
Cuz U know I'm kinda good at this thang

Brown Recluse: Verse 2

From the dark of the moon to serene lightness

verses off the top of the third eyelid 

peep the scripture if you like it take a picture

but I can take the hatred I'm a big girl

this place a big world

if you ain't ready better suit up

ain't steppin for sec you get your boots scuffed

true nuff

startin at the bottom it's that come up

kid franky brown recluse play this shit loud cause we the truth bruh

(x2)

it's that new hotness with a little old and busted

y'all keep on asking how we do it like it's nothing 

y'all wanna know how we can do it like it's nothing

it's nothing

Kid Franky Feat. Brown Recluse - YUNG GODS  (Prod. by MG)

JMC 154 Final

Amanita

BT X LL

lotta fun video game samples, shout out to brick squad, shout out to the homie tripp

rip huell howser

lemon drop, in the bottle

Repetitive, Sensory overload track i made in a week

1/7/15

Lyrics:

Sit down
break it down
roll it up
smoke it loud
play it loud
run it back
say this shit
to the Mac

Who dat?

Spitta
Wussup Franky yung killa?
Main chick be, vanilla
cocaine kisses when I kiss her

Bout to ship my gear out to Paris boy,  got all these young dudes paranoid, Homie bout to shoot a spread for Ya boy, still beat ya'll even if they Polaroids

New shit, about to drop
I hope it's clothes ya'll wana cop Shit, check my casio, left wrist,yup
It's time to go

I dream lucid boy
Ya I choose it boy
It's like I'm in Miami Vice
Grand theft auto
Play station
Nice

My dreams come to life
Virgin Marry to my left when I sleep at night
I pray, stay in my own lane, shit u lames is fading away,get some rogaine

I got the game on my finger tips, Odell Beckham Jr. when I spit this shit
Not drake but still gone off the rip shit the haters still nod to this

Ima a 90s kid
Payless shoes were starter kicks
In 7th grade was on my cholo shit, but luckily I changed and now, and  now now I amount to shit
Gotta turn the page to read the book
How ya catch a fish without the hook?
Say you can see? But you don't look
Gotta play this game like you ain't no rook



KỊƉ ₣Я∆ИKΫ - PalyStation (prod. by TAMALHI)

Testing out some sample sounds I recorded.
canteen, uke, mug, ocarina, paper, drum, pills, keys.

Household Clutter (INDIAN LOOP)

Excises Tri