Lyrics:
self locked in making hits moving bricks
Yeah Cause i been going through shit
A milli don't faze me i'll move quick(yeah)
Don't bring your bitch cause
just hit the club with my niggas and we getting down
Travel 'round the world, we just left town
Now we off to Portland in the Lambo, making Benny's now
out by any means I had to grab some paper
Talking anyway
Remember as a youngin used to save and watch my penny bank
Still stacking change and that was
about
Fuck what anybody else got to say about you, nigga
Fuck what anybody think
Nigga, run up your pockets
Stay out the way
But stay protected, nigga
run that shit right up
Fucking around with the people who sticking by me
All the people who showing the love, yeah
All the people losing fucking control
bench press
I got some shit I need to get off of my chest
This is chess not checkers
I'm at Benny's not Checkers
I do put the D on your bitch
But I do
your life
Cause these bars are barking hard
And they might bite
Putting on a muzzle
But my flow will never muffle
But will leave you very puzzled
On the ground.
Went away on a Sunday,
Had a glass of wine on Monday,
All by yourself in your room.
And it's hard to believe when the lights go down,
Talent makes content
Always be content
With what you've created
Always be patient
Break up your silence
By being so obedient
Thought of consistent
Poa Sana
Mambo vipi
Poa Sana
Mic check one check Spit Swahili with my brother Benny on this track
Hear the drummer da da da like he spray that tech
It's
blowin
Up your phone
(Can we get some dinner)
Yeah, where you tryna go
We can go hit Benny's or Nobu by the coast Tryna show you different things, but you
MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by Canibus the young gun
Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean
Not knowing that you
a beauty, my life's a movie
I swear I'm only on take two
All my kids turned out great and I know your son gon' be great too (great too)
Brick by brick,
your necklace
I'm wreckless, I spray the semi, drunk off Henny
Wipe your blood off the shines, run and sell 'em to Benny
Fuck with me, y'all niggaz know
dare second look when I murk
It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder
That the street's designed to stop your life clock, the beast'll time ya
back home for buns
With my mum and her mates, watching re-runs
By day I sells draw with my mates you see
But at night I likes to watch romantic comedy
I
thank God I do right by your side
You telling a story when you look in my eye
Finna' go bruz in the whip with them racks inside
Feeling like Bryson n***a,
the game, put the wave in it
Go and tap yo veins, put the needle in it
I'll snatch you by your head, like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police, like
dangerous
Woah
Finna get it by any means
Fuck your opinion
Dolla signs rule the world that I'm living In
Conversations bout dividends
Keys to the city
Nothing I can do with a woman like you but love
Baby I wanna take my time
Yeah
Ooh baby
It's Big B S to the K
Ready to play
Off your stereo today
a camouflaged Bronco
Looking like the white Benny Blanco
Blades on me, got your bitch growing legs
And running away like ponyo flow
Like my jaw broke
Tom Hanks,
(benny blasé) t-t-tell me
How this got screwed up
Said it all malfunctioned, the connection cut
L-l lately i been feeling crushed
No xx baby, it's
die
The whole world on my shoulders
I ain't even gon' lie
But I'm going through it by myself
With no one on my side
I know my mama gon' cry
'Cause she
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