Lyrics:
or just a chick
I got plans
I ain't tryna go 4 ways for shit
You sittin on thick benjamins
Smiling wit a slit and a pistol
So
I cross the line of turf, I
to Rakim's Mahogany
If homegirl up and starts a fight
Can't Hide Love by Maurice White
Skip that Scarborough
Prototype, Andre Benjamin
Chilling so much that
accepted by the cool kids
But then he realized it was foolish
Cuz they were all choosing
A life that was so abusive
He was saved by the music
I don't
the field for real
I'm in the field for real, Breaking these hearts for real
I'm in the field for real
I'm in the field for real
I'm in the field for real,
the trees in
Keep the cold thru any season
I'm as hot as it gets
They just wanna follow my steps
Couldn't stand a life with regrets
So we live by the jet
friend
The one you let hit it and never called you again (uh)
'Member when he told you he was 'bout the Benjamins? (Uh-huh, yeah)
You act like you ain't
Hunting
Man you on the block
And you busting shots
Just so you can feel something
Maan you callin my spot
And we got it locked
Please remember that one
- so
Here we go again, oh no
Flow so cold like I'm spittin' in the snow
¡No necesito Inglés, tengo Español!
Eyes wide, I'm in control
When it comes
of gin
So much smoke need oxygen
Steadily countin' them Benjamins, nigga
You should too, if uou knew, what this game'll do to you
Been in this shit
your friend
The one you let hit it and never called you again (uh)
'Member when he told you he was 'bout the Benjamins? (Uh-huh, yeah)
You act like
2022, I explained that “Songs From The Long Road” is essentially 60-year-olds revisiting songs written by 30-year-olds about being 17. The remark was
rockstar
The way that I'm breaking these Benjamin's
We doin whiskey n pinners
You know I love me a stripper
Cigs and a redbull for breakfast
Then she eat
a Persian
Sorry not sorry
My dick is a surgeon
Gettin my money
Benjamins splurgin
Money I'm earnin
Smokin so much
She said she concerned
And
The way that
beats is so elusive studio got the acoustics
Eating rappers where’s a toothpick?
I’m the one just like Newton getting twisted like a rubric
And we got
Living through hell but it's a cold world feel like I'm j cole
Playing tug of war with my soul just feel like them demons won't let go
12 lock a nigga up
zone
Get your mind blown by this cyclone
Every time my mic's on
I'm shining like a diamond
Not a rhinestone
Im about to change the time zone
So I hope
a sweater
Or even better yet even a letter
Form Paris, picture me at Coachella
Real cole world he the coldest ever
But my words so cold it puts holes in
Give dem some place so they can call their home
And then most politician telling poor people lies
And can't give no answer when di poor people cry
We
Why is life so cold?
Waking up to them roaches
Gun shots in the dark, houses broke in
Tweakers lurking by the crib, I can't do this
Why is life so
Walking around in this cold cold world
How do I start to explain how my life became this way?
Getting hard so I don't know
I've been sitting down
ice
You ain't know who Jacob was so I showed you twice
When it was (All About the Benjamins) I had two bezels on my arm
Like a Don's supposed to,
people copying my flow so when I’m copping then I go
There won’t be problems because all I know is killing it to go
Straight free throw mumbling the words
bury some
Stay all black like a nun, pussy nigga you betta run
That money I got to get me some, them benjamin's them Jacksons
I'm thirsty I'm packing
Fresh off the Garden picked by my mama
You rappers getting rotten you need some manure
I dont wear designer clothes Im comfy in Pyjamas
I dont really
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