[Intro: Franklyn]
I'm on the
I'm on the
I'm in my space
I'm in my zone
I'm cool on my Js
I'm calm on my Jones
Yo

[Verse One: Franklyn]
I go hard with the pen
I’ma farda fi dem
And I school these liars
Can’t class me with them
I find it hard to pretend
And when I’m in the booth it’s fire
Come like an arson attempt
My young mind’s advanced in a sense
That’s why every single time I touch mic
My lines leave lasting effects
Cos I bar with intent
I’m set apart from the trends
They love hype
I’d rather reflect
And I’m calm and collected
Got a larger perspective
And I demand my respect
These man couldn’t walk on the paths that I’ve stepped in
That’s why I pass on events
Fam I hardly attend
I’m staying in my yard instead
Cos I don’t wanna party with them
Those bruddas ain’t part of my section
Man have all mastered deception
Only play tough with an army of henchmen
Showing fake love when they harbour resentment
And when it comes to the bars I’m a veteran
Man are tryna garner attention
Desperate, tryna be stars in the ends
I’m just in the cut with my dargs an my bredrins
Like Brewbags, Barney and them
Man I’ve rated from young
Them man there raised me, from I was a baby
And now they praise what I become
Then I check Kavvy and Kahil again
Getting faded off rum
And having higher level discussions
Bout how change is gonna come
I pray that it does

[Chorus: Franklyn]
I’m on a wave
I’m on a roll
I’m on the way
I’m on the road
I’m in my space
I’m in my zone
I’m cool on my Js
I’m calm on my jones
I’m getting paid
I’m getting dough
They want me to stay
But I gotta go
Them man are bait
It’s how I was raised
I follow the code
Cold

[Verse Two: Franklyn]
They really ain’t touching me
My living is luxury
And winning is customary
I’m home in silence, cos socialising’s a little bit much for me
And I don’t have time for elaborate stories
Just give me the summary
And I don’t need company
I be on my Js comfortably
I know some guys that are prone to violence
They been on a bunch of greez
Visiting cunch for ps
They don’t want handouts or subsidies
That’s why they’re delivering drugs to fiends
The way that we’re living is nuts to me
But free all them niggas in custody
Free all the guys behind bars
All of them rappers are lyin darg
Them bruddas there they just bluff on beats
All of my bruddas are lionhearts
Moving like they got some cubs to feed
We want the cake and the custard G
I got the faith of a mustard seed
I pray for a change in this peak system
Too many mandem have seen prison
I fear for the gang cos there’s bare in the can
Coming like some street drinkers
My olders told me to heed wisdom
So I tell a wasteman to keep distance
Yeah I grew up round some deep thinkers
They can’t see us cos the team’s different

[Chorus: Franklyn]
I’m on a wave
I’m on a roll
I’m on the way
I’m on the road
I’m in my space
I’m in my zone
I’m cool on my Js
I’m calm on my jones
I’m getting paid
I’m getting dough
They want me to stay
But I gotta go
Them man are bait
It’s how I was raised
I follow the code
Cold