[Verse 1]
It's been me and young Ben off the rip
Bout to buy a chopper on my hip
In case motherf**er wanna trip
I could make him do a
Flip
Neighbourhood where only human chirp
If They see ya jaw moving
Motherf**er you get merked
Get merked
Never knees in the dirt
Rob the game for what it's worth
Motherf**er what u heard
I say f** what you heard
I don't want I deserve
I'd
Rather rob a purse
Put a body in the hearse
Got blood my shirt
And my heart it never hurt
Like a king
b**h I'm living like a king
Got em shaking like karine
Ima fiend
When I get up on the beat
Need a head in my hand
So you know no it's no defeat
Stomp his face with the cleats
Ima motherf**er k**er
When them temper elevating
Celebration segregated
Victory that I be tasting
Young Ben
[Verse 2]
Say my name if you talking
I ain't f**in with subliminals
Why they keep dissin me when I'm the one who k**in em
Put me on the street
With no motherf**ing home
See myself pushing birds
Like raven Symone
It's crazy what I'm on
Take your baby then I'm
Gone
Motherf**ef
I would light a f**in
Fire in your home
Get desire
I'm alone
Ima give ya wife the bone
She could spent the night up on
Up on
This dick
We don't get along but you know she get a long dick
I suffocate that b**h like a motherf**in long kiss
First degree murder
When the youngin hop on it
Thirsty peasant to a king
You a f**ing pawn b**h
Guaranteed to win
You could bet
I put it all in
And it's
I ronic
Broke b**hes bawling
What the f** yall want from me? What the f** ya'll want?
Bad mcdonalds make the Mac spit
This a f**on business
You already know we taxin
They stress and go bald
When they hear me on wax and
Put these rappers in a casket
Stressed out
Lightin blunts
On my f**in last hit
When I die
In a river throw my ashes
Hate it and contemplate it
That crown Ima have to take it
You Jealous I'm greatest like that man Lil Wayne is
Man of the house
Told my momma don't worry
Don't let the money judge
Man
Motherf** a jury
I'm in a f**ing hurry just to make it
Feelin like I'm hungry and I walk around naked
They ain't believe in the talent that I got
I be battling a lot
I be managing my spot
I could save a f**ing life
This my motherf**er night
Ain't no body on my side
Till a motherf**er died
[Verse 3]
See a hot girl
Imagine with no clothes
Now imagine a world free off all hoes
That ain't possible, chance of that be nominal
My rappin leave a stain
And
Your rappin easily washable
You like a samsung
Bitin all the visuals
Nothing but a clone
You could never be original
I'm the f**ing pinnacle
I get a tool
To spit it at you
Send you soul to heaven, now I got you feeling spiritual
Ima f**ing mirical
Pissed
You know that you're a null
Smokin in a limousine
You sittin in a cubical
Look at what I do to you
Look at what I do to em
They fall in love with b**hes
Typa b**hes that would neuter em
Haa
Ima the teacher, watch me touter em
60 pistol firing
Ima young scooter em
Rapping while I'm shootin , you could hear the shots
Metaphorically speaking
In leaving all of you leaking
Ten times the songs, so ten times the practice
They drop, swish basket
But I drop a casket
Giving free verses
I should get my f**in a** kissed
I'll never drop a dud
Even on my f**ing last sh**
Took a break
I'm back b**h
This a f**in taste
Homie tidda call me a KILLA
Body every thing I face
You can't relate
You ain't C rapper
b**h you worthless
Cause you see me rap, and then you rewrite your verses
Rap like I ain't have sh**
Like I had a Tad bit
I'm everything my dad Is
Money made me savage
Never fallin off, I ain't tolerating average
They contemplated planning
To take me off the planet
You brag about yourself
I let the people do the bragging
You the type to think you hard
The lower your pants are sagging
Lookin like I'm high
CAuse I don't ever sleep
If I ever saw my enemy
Id fight em til he bleed
For my group I stay repping
Find you and teach you a lesson
Beat you and vine the six second
Nice guy
I send you to heaven