“I’m grateful, never sold no crack around my son,” admits Jones, spitting over the vintage woodwind sample. “Just to think I could have got caught doing those trafficking runs.” Though Fraud opts to keep the beat restrained and largely percussion-free, Jones’ honest reflections keep the journey compelling; there’s a frank confessional nature throughout that should please fans of the New York veteran. In fact, based on what we’ve heard from Fraud and Jim Jones so far, it would appear that a solid sense of chemistry is in the midst of developing — check it out for yourself right here.

QUOTABLE LYRICS

We land and take off on a private airspace
My Muslim brotha bought a mansion, plus a private prayer space
These n***as get locked from home, then they get scared straight
I can surely tell you that a river’s what tears make