Lyrics:
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya
niggas is harder thugs
Enslave us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis
Shootin' at your neighbors
(cause sometimes I feel like a nut don't
niggas is harder thugs
enslve us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis
shootin' at your neighbors
(cuz sometimes I feel like a nut don't
I aint gonna rap like that
I aint gonna chat like them
How you gonna talk about sken
Them man go half's on ben
You got knifes on deck
But you cant
know that I was always there
With you
Cuz I was the king in the situation
But you had me feeling so foolish
Like I was jester to your mind
Baby girl you
Now everybody's tryna roll up
cnd I'm just tryna kick my feet up
Standing in this line
I'm tryna find my way to free lunch
Probably sit by Freida
Now everybody's tryna roll up
cnd I'm just tryna kick my feet up
Standing in this line
I'm tryna find my way to free lunch
Probably sit by Freida
of the blind
The man with one eye is the king
They say we N-I Double G-E-R
We are much more
Still we choose to ignore
The obvious
Man this history don't
heard that this new generation was waiting on me
After The Golden Age, these old heads been praying for me
To get involved, maybe vent to y'all,
like the old Slavic Sambo
Known to bring the horror like a porch-lit Jacko
Blamo! All of you cancelled
Tarul on the spin, and King Osiris that's the hard
my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
Six by
King Krishnadevaraya's court
had many learned scholars
and elderly advisors.
One day,
when the court gathered,
an elderly scholar, by the name Deva
That's left us feeling like
We don't wanna break
We don't wanna break
Break down
We're well practiced with our brave face
Smile say it's okay face
Just
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
Aye, Feeling Like Jordan Mayne
Ballin hard like the playoffs, All this hard work paid off,
I hustle hard with no days off, I hustle hard with no
braggin' on the shit
That you hadto a nigga that got it now
You outta bounds, livin' off ya man name
Like you popped a Ruger
Knowin' damn well you Ben
you call my bochurim greasy
Let's take this machlokes to the street for a beating
Like my boy, Ben Shapiro, I don't care about your feelings
Bochurim
lonely, you can sit by me
And you can vent and tell me all about them B-I-T-C-H-E-S
Can not mother fucking stress how much my love for you is growing,
old scripts
Really hope that you know this, I'm focused
Because it's a few folks counting on me, I can't blow this
Born in '94, feeling like '94 Nas
told ya
This means war, as if by Sister Souljah
To think that the X would ever take a fall
After gettin all of this, man you're crazy
like thunder
Walk like thunder walk like thunder
But at some point I got so comfortable
That I didn't even realize that
I'd started to crawl
That my old
And the King will answer you
Man if you feeling so lost
Remember who the boss
Died on the cross
And He charged no cost
And He's waiting on you
So that you can
regardless
Real rap star, 30 on my wrist
That mac10 4 stacks 30 and that clip
7 years old, when i was learning how to spit
Olders taught me the game man i
bitch that's called trust
Same shit new hook
Same old situations
Yeah rappers swear by the book
But forget to skip the basics
I've been patient with
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