[Verse 1: Frzy]

I put up a wall

Just to see the bigger picture

Picture me comin’

Out of the dark wit ya

Wit ya they can’t stand

To see me richer

I’m richer and if it’s Adidas

It won’t fit ya

Fit ya into my schedule I doubt that

I doubt that y’all niggas

Really about that

But ‘bout that list you

Made I top that

So top that while trying

To see where the top at

See this ain’t nothing

But a little purgatory

The paper ain’t important

‘less you writing down a story

I could make that

Lose that

And make it again

That’s why my drive work

In any lane you see me in

So then

It’s either heaven or hell

‘Cause just because I’m getting up

Don’t ever mean that I fell

I vowed pre-veil

That I would prevail

So my moves hold weight

You can tell by the scale

[Hook: Frzy]

Who’s gonna save ya soul

When the dark nights turn cold

Who’s gonna be there for ya

No body is there for ya

Who’s gonna save ya soul

When the dark nights turn cold

Who’s gonna be there for ya

No body is there for ya

Purgatory

[Verse 2: Frzy]

Y’all niggas on a treadmill

Running in place

Place me any place

Bet they know my face

Face the god spitter

The game baby sitter

They go ape shit

For this elevated gorilla

Guerrilla warfare

I know it ain’t fair

Banana clips

Will realign your lips

Lip lock wit the boy’s ass

That ain’t ass

As we proceed

To give you what you need

I know it look rocky

To go against my creed

The wait aging them

Now they screaming for him

Like Adrian

They hating him

These little fucks wanna win

Like it’s AVN

I see W y’all niggas is UPN

You only open ya mouth

To put the doobie in

Unless you want ya blood

To flow without Coumadin

Who’s him

FR-ZY

The best nigga using these words

And now you know why

[Hook: Frzy]

Who’s gonna save ya soul

When the dark nights turn cold

Who’s gonna be there for ya

No body is there for ya

Who’s gonna save ya soul

When the dark nights turn cold

Who’s gonna be there for ya

No body is there for ya

Purgatory

[Verse 3: Frzy]

I tell them rest in peace

Peace

And then I leave ‘em

Piece by piece

Pieces get pulled

And so do cards

I tell thirsty chicks

To get well soon

And I ain’t signing cards

I do this all day

The hard way

They question my character

In all ways

Like I’m bad at cosplay

Or my family doctor was Cosby

I’m probably

One of the sickest niggas

You ‘gon see

They say my future meek

But my mills get me ménage’s

A little cookies from Tahaji’s

Ain’t costly

And if we at war

I’m Charlie you Bosley

I turn my targets to targets

So I can open up shop

This is Hip Hop

I’ll meet you niggas at the tip top

‘Cause real rappers flow

They don’t drip drop

[Hook: Frzy]

Who’s gonna save ya soul

When the dark nights turn cold

Who’s gonna be there for ya

No body is there for ya

Who’s gonna save ya soul

When the dark nights turn cold

Who’s gonna be there for ya

No body is there for ya

Purgatory