
Filled the Frame
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- gangsta rap
- southern hip hop
- dirty south
- thug rap
- boom bap
- piccolo trumpet
- tenor saxophone
- alto saxophone
- blues
Lyrics
Intro
Yeah
Mm-hmm
Uh
Verse 1
I drew the plans on a napkin
Blueprints crooked but the vision stood straight
Every brick a promise I made to my block
Bought the corner store back from the bank
My uncle ran numbers out the back for years
Now the kids buy snow cones where he used to slang
Same concrete different chapter
I ain't erase him I just carried the name
Chorus
It takes people
To make a dream a reality
It takes people
Not paint not plans not machinery
I built the frame
You filled the frame
It takes people
That's the whole thing
Verse 2
Grandma cooked for the crew every Sunday
Cornbread and collard greens fed the whole street
She said a house ain't nothing but wood
Till somebody laughs in the kitchen and eats
So I hung her portrait in the lobby
Brass frame beside the velvet rope
Every tenant that walks in nods at her
That's how you keep a matriarch close
Chorus
It takes people
To make a dream a reality
It takes people
Not paint not plans not machinery
I built the frame
You filled the frame
It takes people
That's the whole thing
Bridge
Tables empty rooms hollow
A building ain't got no soul alone
Hands hands hands is the mortar
Everything else is just stone
Everything else is just stone
Verse 3
Now the block cook out on the rooftop
Bounce and the horns playing low
Tenor moaning over my memory
Alto answering slow
I could sell it tomorrow for triple
Keep the check keep the debt keep the crown
But a man with a vision and nobody in it
Is the loneliest man in the town
Chorus
It takes people
To make a dream a reality
It takes people
Not paint not plans not machinery
I built the frame
You filled the frame
It takes people
That's the whole thing
Outro
Yeah
It takes people
That's the whole thing
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