[Intro]
Yeah, Ben Sommers
[Verse]
I been crazy, my sh** hazy
Don't mistake me, little b**h shady
Ain't sh** phase me, Slim Jesus
Hoe a** should be Mrs. Jesus
Put me up on a flag, I can't fit on no t-shirt
My city mini-Chiraq, let's beef turf and you'll bleed first
I don't got a gang, just rap good
But we can see who's that good
I take the trash to the back woods
Another white boy wanna act hood
Got a bad feeling, you feel me son
Rap verse, it might leave you hung
Look close in that video I saw orange tips on your BB guns
I hate you, zero b**h if I rate you
You walk around and don't make moves
And you couldn't rap if I paid you
So what the f** does it take to
Make you to take a break or f**ing take two
I need one take, don't take two
You got somethin like [?] better make room
Got eight goons in your music vid
Stupid clips they intimidate
sh**-sh** you say is so simplistic
I don't think a single person been amazed
Pip-squeak Chief Keef imitator
All I need is that pen and paper
Name is Jesus but Ben's the savior
Make sure your a** missed your paced up
Heating it frequently, you are not beating, defeating
Coming up so f**ing recently
This be a side people ain't seen in me
k**ing your a** and I'm doing it decently
Real gritty, ugly boy but I'm still pretty
You cosign with Lil Bibby, that's real nifty
Your wack a** still can't deal with me, aaah