Wife Ya

[Verse 1: Frank Knight] I been living my life my like a youngin on the run Steady focused and scheming on me becoming the one Keeping ladies so sick I’m only loving for fun I might feel you for real, but then I’m back to the front Love I know what it’s like living out a livid life Gaming out these shorties fronting like I’m Mr. Right You feel I left, I was never there I ain’t miss the right I’m on the path directed to me giving you the pipe I talked that talk, sealed the deal my cock the caulk Dancing I got that waltz, Sampson I knocked that wall Man I popped that cork, I wanted to rock that raw I was going in, even when my cock got soft From my shot left off, then I got right back up To tear that back up, and let off mad nuts She be like oo baby I love you I be like oo I love me too [Hook: Frank Knight] I can’t wife ya and slow my life up I’m on the grind love not trying to find love I’m a real nigga but I’m fake to these bitches … uh I’m so fake to these bitches (2x) [Verse 2: Frank Knight] You got to back up shorty, come on get up off me I played you with the game, and I gave you a floor seat Pimping on the regular, slick with vernacular I take that tech for playing you foul I was macking ya I’m true to my dreams, love I screw through schemes I’m the reason, I’m the reason, you on them world star screens Why you Solanging in the elevator kicking with screams Like a newborn baby born in the world is how it seems I’m from the county of kings, drop down to your knees It’s a lot of ladies baby who around me with g’s You ain’t the only bitch, you could stay or be a lonely bitch You found out the truth, now you feel homie switched Nah I ain’t goin be faithful, till I’m O.D. rich Man prolly not even then on some O.G. shit Ayo now she like oo baby don’t hurt me While I’m like oo you too thirsty [Hook: Frank Knight] I can’t wife ya and slow my life up I’m on the grind love not trying to find love I’m a real nigga but I’m fake to these bitches … uh I’m so fake to these bitches (2x) [Verse 3: Frank Knight] I been feeling type toxic spewing all of my toxins Mixing concoctions, numbing the guns cocking Feeling so nauseous heads in the ground like ostrich By animals zoologist view like a gynecologist You know what my peepers is peeping and what I'm seeing A bunch leachers and bleeders who now soon to be bleeding Don't see them as my peer, they ain't even got a pair As I sit and I stare, painting the picture clear I’m dreaded like Jamaican it’s been hard these years Empty bottles of liquor and beer over ran with tears Love I swallowed the pain till it hollowed my brain Too cool for a key chain but wore a key as a chain To symbolize everyday that freedoms my slave Facing at that dame face tearing holding on her waist Doubting the heavens above, questioning her love The love I was jealous of I never got but always want Peep the hypocrite in me, I'm telling her don't leave But I'm helping her cheat, then she argue with me Why you doing this to me? take advantage when I'm weak As she weep I be like I ain't making you creep Now you the one mami being loose with your body I know I’m real grimy shit I’m gutter embodied I do what the pimps do it's embedded in my mental Game is so critical get to them before they get to you [Hook: Frank Knight] I can’t wife ya and slow my life up I’m on the grind love not trying to find love I’m a real nigga but I’m fake to these bitches … uh I’m so fake to these bitches (2x)