[Intro: Benedetto]
Suddenly they feel like that Ezekiel done changed
All I know
Fa'sho
Yeezy told him to do his thing
Uhh
[Verse 1:Benedetto]
I took a brief hiatus
I'm back so "Hi,Haters!"
Even Rockefeller money won't make us
It's still over these broads trying to play us
Like we wasn't raised as players
Backwoods cause I never could f** with papers
Since them Motorola pagers
I brought pain
Without Damon Wayans
Yet it still was major
May ya
Let me dig into my repertoire
So I can represent that it's hell I brought
Yet, I'm heaven sent
Life is a movie, with extras in
So why can't Benny be extra then
The only reason got to be estrogen
Cause these pussies more developed
Than KeKe with her hair up
Telling you to go head & put it in
And I put it in
My work (Uhh)
Put my life on these lines
I can't lie my soul is hurt(Uhh)
Ever since they found my Uncle Bruce murked
My life has not been the same
Like what I became
Was a cold-hearted f**, that his pops don't even claim
But it's all the same
sh**, I guess it made me better
It made me realize that my real father is my shepherd
I've been training for this day, I believe this to be chess not checkers
I should put that on a sweater
The way I rhyme, you would think I got a vendetta
Like I do this out of spite
Despite the slits that tattoo my left & right
To much on my head & heart, so i have to write
Heaven in sight
With hell up in my rear view
I look at my posse and wonder "Am I what my peers view?"
Your name got to be God, for me to fear you
You feeling like the n***a, yet them n***as not even feeling you
Chiquita clips ain't nothing for a n***a like to peel through
You popping 'bout a chopper piece
I know n***as who strapped like Navy Seals, dude
So please, simmer down with all that ruckus (Pimp)
My timepiece told me I ain't really got time for all these s**ers
These b**hes really mad because their b**hes want to f** us
But I rather not f** them
Cause them hoes just be the dumbest
And if you're wondering
These were my speculations
To inspire recreations
To live by a decleration
If you're going through hell, picture how pretty heavens gate is
Lord knows
I'm getting so close
I can taste it
[Hook: Benedetto & Roc]