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That's really interesting you saying you haven't cried since Ben died
I'm guessing that was your grandfather yeah
That really tells me all I need

Still on the go
Chasing my dough
Jah cover my head to my toe
In this world full of woes
Step by step I they move je je
I try my best to avoid the men them

The game isn't easy to carry I started in April and now I got arm pains
And I'm gonna get green in the bank it's a matter of fact you can tell by my

Pink
Make your bitch wetter than a bathroom sink
You ain’t even gotta brain, no time to think
Drown you in the sea now
It's time for a drink

Me and Ben

the hot one, now
Ben, you son of a bitch, get over here!
Written on these walls are
The colors that I can't change
Leave my heart open
But it stays right

Kolonisation kanaa by force la duñ ñaani te ñani bu bañ rek na wadial tombe
Rappeur bou resister rendi rek rere romb
Li nga dane deg di saay fils

and desert talking like five courses
My raps morbid
Ben stinks worse than open corpses, Bitch
I move different with my verses and my verses
One v one occurs

ain't got no koofy
My niggas higher than high fives
I be so fly, need another sky
Been poppin' so long, like a 45
It's startin' to sound like a drive-by

che ci han fatto un po' volare
sopra chi era ben migliore
che ci han fatto meritare 
questa supplica finale

No non mentire per favore non mi dire 
che

You could have all the money but still it ain't enough my bitch smart she gimme brain but I'm going dumb crazy how my brother died just by showing

me kyɛn
Repeat Chorus whiles rap is done by lead

RAP
Yesu bɛn mekyen madanfo pa
(Jesus is closer to me, my good friend)
Mɔfo pa a meyonko pa

everyday like bro
Money coming in on repeat, I'm like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, woah
I'm not a firefighter, I cannot save no hoe
Yeah, chords by Silo go

be 
Less Cool More Fun

Written and produced by Brett Cusack / Ben Tenison

bitches on the way, drink and walk with me

Big Ben down, it takes some timin', whip out a flashlight, swear it's hidin'
How my dick be glidin' over it?

to the top

I ain't stopped by the Senate, still stuck to the block
And my nigga, he went, he was out, loose spots
Level 5, J-Buff, and my nigga, Bill Wheeler

concern

Am Heading to the top There’s never return 

Coming like a fire 
We go make it one day

Pray to the lord 
Nyema day by day

Good or bad
God Dey

they all phony
I'll set it off in this bitch
Like Stoney
I ride by myself
Cuz niggas left me lonely
I'm lookin at Ben Frank
And he say clone me
Yeah I

like the old pistons

Niggas need to talk loud just to voice their opinion
My niggas pull up and have to change your image
We don't do no drive-bys, we

claim to my prime
Feel like Pluto, I ain't planet but I'm still by design
Yeah now I'm feeling, uh, different feelings now as a college boy
I got

Drive-by-Shooting, deine Scheiben blutig, ratatatata, wähl die 1-1-0
Ich bring' Doubletimes wie Busta Rhymes, deine Mama will Stoff
Ich hab' was dabei, Kid, ich

the landlord and landlady
They say "do you want to play some tunes", I say "maybe", I say "maybe"
I wrote this little diddy, inspired by my mate Glyn
The worlds

altercation I'm gone make it do
What it do chest be vested too I do not take the chance
Boy you not no shooter I can tell by how you take your stance
Slow flow

that lil thang
Bout to pull her by her bang
Sheesh
Cause I'm him
And you know my crew is them
Smoke a pack down to the stem
I said where lil bitch

Left in a tent Trent park 
I Stay on the dot they 10 past 
10 on the trot 10 stars
Black Owned  business ben jart  
My Driver get it dropped from far 
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