Im a lyrical Frank Lucas
Sipping on some OE
OD leaning
Like Im sipping on some codeine
Timid no limit
To how I can kick it
Committed to spittin'
Non half witted realistics
My kindred told me Im vivid
With the linguistics
Why Yes, I admitted My flow is quite wicked
Rolex makes my time look so exquisite
Materialistic, Im Just the second to admit it
I guess you can call benny a racist
Because I like my pockets obsessed with white faces
Opps I meant to say green faces
But who gives a damn
Shorties catchin' cases in my city for the presidential faces
Dont flash your chedda' or feta'
Or they'll halt your process of homeostasis
Yo' Benny whats the bases
You should know what my fate is statically
The penitentiary Imagery and memories
Of youth being street dispensaries
I rock my gold casio
Like its apart of my wrist
And I insist that its a risk
Not being the realest
I exist to uplift
I know you feel this
I spit it the realist
Rock mics like a baby carriage
I keep it together like its marriage
Far from average I eat it up like a savage
I wanna' lavish I wanna' make cla**ics
And charities for the hood uplift Englewood
Should I be having a epiphany on the sense of things
Cause rollin' in benz only make sense
Gettin' Benjamin's to pay for the rent
9 to 5 dont make sense
More dollars then cents make sense
I resurrect cla**ics
Cause im deaf like texts
That cause d**h and takes and snatch breaths
My flow is quite fresh
Get the dough and profits