Black Benz (feat. SugeOfChicago)

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Drip in Givenchy
The pockets is plenty
A hand full of commas and rubber bands
I understand you niggas comin' to play
Nigga not today we on the upper hand
Yeah we on the upper hand
The upper hand, yeah
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Drip in Givenchy
The pockets is plenty
A hand full of commas and rubber bands
I understand you niggas comin' to play
Nigga not today we on the upper hand
Yeah we on the upper hand
Yeah we on the upper hand
Yeah we on the upper hand
Yeah
Black benz
Backed in
Scat pack niggas better wrap back in
Gotta rack this bread til I stack bout ten toes
Black benz, blacked out win-dows
Back then I remember when I was walking through the ave
Now I float that bitch
How I wrote this shit that's murder
Ran the beat and they still on turtle
Ran to me cause they need more servers
Need more service
Need more pockets to fit they burdens
They need more racks just to hit that surface
Hit that dock just to get them earnings
Burning wages
Nigga like me I'ma burn them stages
This a new chapter, turn them pages
This the new rap kid, coming of age
Back with a message
I pack when I'm stepping
I mac them elevens and do it while drippin' designer
Dreamin' it lucid it's surely to find me
Niggas behind me
Talkin' they shit
Throwin' they words and flippin they birds
It's all in my mental
These niggas absurd
I heard that you niggas was lookin' around
Universally I'm nothin' but sound
Nothin' but facts
Back it with the hard bars, lay it down
Put it on tracks
I pack it up and let it stack
Makin' music, nigga this is a knack
Niggas be rappin' according to status quo
I be flowin', they rowin' the paddle boat
I be going and going until I get gone
And I'm smokin' these niggas all the way home
Drip in Givenchy
The pockets is plenty
A hand full of commas and rubber bands
I understand you niggas comin' to play
Nigga not today we on the upper hand
Yeah we on the upper hand
Yeah we on the upper hand
Yeah we on the upper hand
Suge-o
Suge-O
Tha pain done dwindled away
That shit got burnt with some arsenic
I'm tryna coach for my team
But I got cobras that's frenemies
You think that phased me
Hardly
My family hard bodied
Ridin' with this shit draggin' the flo
Like we copped big Harleys
Used to like them magnums
'Cause papa
Then I found shottys
But they took it soon as I had found it
Prolly had bodies
Broski serve that shit out of a Vic
Look like the federalies
Then he go hop in that El Roy
Burn off like Hellboy
Get all of my perks off
Face card
That's what you live for
But you cannot swerve in this big body
You a lil boy
I smoke til I can't stress no more
I lied because I stress some more
I need some shit
But I don't fein
People take but don't leave a thing
Now I'm cold like no heat up in the AMG
Yes I'm a beast but I'm divine with my accuracy
F*ck the love no wedding thing
I'm selfish I hate splitting things
But that E Class tinted do the trick for me
Eyes closed
Better keep yo eyes closed
Wide open I swear I can't see a thing
Eyes closed eyes closed
Better keep yo eyes closed
Wide open I swear I can't see a thing

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