[Verse: Young Ben]
Man I'm done being silent
Pull up in Lexus like its 07, I just hit a lick, I gotta hit a next one
Feeling like Weezy F in 07, see a lot of rappers, knowing I'm the best one
And I start itching when I see the check come
Got me a new pair the one with the check on em
You softer than textile, my drive like a mecca
Whatever you doin, I can do it better
Blood in my flow and my sweat in letters
My tears with the whiskey, I make her feel special
But after I nut, I deny her the settle
When I die then God gon meet him the devil
Went from balogne to eatin a steak, firefighters hate the heat that I make
I desire lighters with the blunt love the taste, and ur phone is worth around the belt on my waist
Feel like Juelz Santana, I can't feel my face
From Me to U, What The Game Been Missing, Young Ben tape
Young Ben the Future already a cla**ic
My flow like a cancer the prayer the answer
I can't pull my pants up the money is sagging
And rappers connection similar to laggin
[Verse2: Young Ben]
Hoe I ain't braggin, but I got a chain
Hoe I ain't braggin, but I gotta watch,out for the fake and the one with the rock
I'm crazy like finding out wrestlin was fake
Crazy like the one guy who ran with a sock
I just want b**hes to s** on the co*k
I got em waitin for my tape to drop
When the time is ready you gon hate on the clock
I'm doin this sh** so differently , I ain't the best? Stop it Bigotry
You b**hin u got a Vasectomy, at the top and ain't no one come next to me
They always dyin to mention me,They gotta die out eventually
I hate you rappers especially
Y'all gotta go y'all gotta go
Die so I can live so happily, They talkin that sh** but don't know me tho
Bet they gon' hop on my dick ,when Drizzy Drake here it and he put me on OVO
5 letters, YBOVO
Murder can drive you insane but to me it's a reason to go head and smoke an 'O
I'ma go choke a hoe,open her legs get to f**in and nuttin and leave her with hopeless hopes
I get them titties and I motor boat, I leave that p**y wet and moated hoe
I feel that every time I roll a smoke, ,my life on the edge and I'm gettin it close
I need some head u can keep on the clothes
I peep in the hole and check me on the code
[Verse 3: Young Ben]
And I reign straight from Canada
That's the crime cap of Canada
I hear you talking all crazy so come over here if you think that you man enough
You gon need to call up Nelly and tell him that you need a couple of bandages
But by the time that he get here you gon be in hell wishin that u could have a god
666 digits in the bank account
Y'all b**hes broke
Everybody call a grandma, we gotta problem these snitches spoke
Shout out to wells and King Jay, Mic Que predicted the future
Me and happy get a long ,even tho I never think of droppin the music
So this song is only a warning shot
To all the rappers and listeners
Young Ben the future is comin
You fallin off legends, I start where you give it up
Pictures us pitchin the rock
Where the sirens pitchin on the block
I could paint a perfect picture with thots
Ima a nut in that p**y it drop, got the pill?
Ain't the pop
Young, Ben is the motherf**in future
You thought I quit?
You stupid, you stupid
Be ready
Young