[Verse One: Franklyn]
Tell me how relevant is music
When barrettas get to shooting
I''m stressed because I grew around death and destitution
It seems that niggas like palaver
All this hype and drama
But you can never fight your karma
When it's sayonara
Trust me man are out here robbing
For the pounds of profit
If it's beef then it's no doubt they're on it
You can frown upon it
But they're takin' more shots than them alcoholics
And my mind is preoccupied with thinking how to stop it
Yeah we need the pounds and the pence
We need them zeros
G's tote rounds of the lead
Don't be a hero
Crack houses in Kent
That's where the fiends smoke
Peak yo
Out for the bread
Because we knead dough
Out here to ball
They're on their D Rose
Butt they're moving foul for it all
Yeah that's a free throw
So tell me how relevant is music
When I'm tryna get to the solutions?

[Chorus: Franklyn]
From early...
I've had rhymes from early
But my brothers doing crime from early
Out here, trapping from it's night till it's early
From early
All my brothers certi
Me I'm tryna stop 'em doing madness on the curb
So tell me what's the value of a verse?
I prefer actions over words

[Verse Two: Franklyn]
And tell me how a bar is gonna help
When man are blasting off them shells
With that hard stuff on the scales
Yeah they're marketers as well
Shotting bricks, yeah they're on the strip
Tryna bag a sale
Niggas bang dem hammers, bun a hammer curl
The gym won't save you
When these clips gon' maim you
Man I'm telling you these breddas move ever so grimy
And no they don't scrap so if a bredda wan fight
Well then a weapon leave his melon looking very unsightly
And so they're like:
'I don't care what any crew's got
I'm hella zealous bredda I'ma let my tool pop
Wet his henchmen when I run up on a fool's block
Eff a sentence cah I'm getting vengeance full stop
I got twenty two bullets if it's twenty two opps
And one for anyone who's tryna make my revenue stop'
So tell me how a bar is gonna help
In light of all the darkness in the world?

[Chorus: Franklyn]
From early...
I've had rhymes from early
But my brothers doing crime from early
Out here, trapping from it's night till it's early
From early
All my brothers certi
Me I'm tryna stop 'em doing madness on the curb
So tell me what's the value of a verse?
I prefer actions over words

[Verse Three: Franklyn]
So I hate when people ask me if I rap still
When all my bruddas still pack steel
Tryna make you run that belly like a bad meal
If you resist you get your cap peeled
So when you see me
Try not to talk to me bout rap
All these rappers lie; so talk to me bout facts
And numbers lie as well; so don't talk to me bout stats
Another guy just fell; so talk to me bout that
And he was killed by a 9; so talk to me bout sticks
And he was tryna push a line; so talk to me bout bricks
But money comes and goes; so don't talk to me bout chips
And there are bruddas stuck on road
So don't talk to me bout whips
These rappers ain't talking about shit
That's the reason why I be walking around pissed
All this madness got me in a bad mood
So I don't give a damn about no rap tune

[Chorus: Franklyn]
From early...
I've had rhymes from early
But my brothers doing crime from early
Out here, trapping from it's night till it's early
From early
All my brothers certi
Me I'm tryna stop 'em doing madness on the curb
So tell me what's the value of a verse?
I prefer actions over words