Young Ben - Gunz (Prod. By Happy Beats) lyrics

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Young Ben - Gunz (Prod. By Happy Beats) lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Ben] Who the f** would write Exams I am writin to the beat Mom supported from the top Something she ain't want for me Spending nights, in my room Formulation with no bases She was worried bout my health I was thinking b**hes naked I was thinking gold chains I was thinking rov range I was thinking perfect pictures in a million dollar frame This the million dollar plan This a million dollar beat This a million dollar verse This Young Ben and Happy Beats I remember up in school I would always day dream Money change a motherf**er I would do the same thing I don't talk to motherf**ers who ain't doin sh** in life Flow, harder than a hustler who be moving up on white Who would've thought that I'd be rapping From my grandpa got that macking Big house, Two Dogs If a robbing get to happen Couple shooters on the roof Couple million for a coupe You don't like my sh**? Then f** your sh** You feel me, I'm the truth [Verse 2] Red dots, they correlate I'm never in a moral state There's always f**in more to take I turn her to a who*e who shake Hungry Takin all the plates f**ed up Like snorting Caine f** with me I show ya grave You hiding in a foreign state Only f** with people who could better me on life Only give em one chance I Ain't settling it twice I ain't study for my test I was working on this This could make a couple thousand But a test will me flip Reminiscing on the days Teacher said I ain't sh** Then I got a scholar ship Yea I showed that f**ing prick All these b**hes s**ing dick All these b**hes taking pay I get up to wake and bake That's how I f**ing start my day You thought my life Was a motherf**ing Fairy tail movie? My dick would k** a b**h That's that Very frail coochie I wear nike No Versace I got all my homies watching Every minute that I'm clocking I be sinning god is watching Ima win it Ain't no stopping Ain't no stopping Til they bury me Profit b**h I'm co*ky Ho you better f**ing marry me Go and take half Give a f** bout a divorce Louis belt would be lot But ya life ain't got no cost Young Ben