Benjaminz (feat. Paper Boy Trell)
Aye Ramsey
I can't fall in love with you
If I'm in love with Benjaminz
I just walked down a nigga
Left that nigga trembling
When you look up in my wallet
Aint no 20s or no 10s
I just fucked on that lil bitch
But Ima do it all again
If we miss when we come through
Then we gon have to spin again
All my niggas like my brothers
Don't believe in claiming friends
Should've knew that bitch would lie to me
But nah, it's sickening
Just one thing that you should know
It's all about the Benjaminz
Benjaminz Benjaminz
Take communion, sin again
I gave up on trynna love you
I ain't trynna be yo friend
If you cross me then it's fuck you
Even if we was some kin
And these niggas aint authentic
They just out here riding trends
Trell Beezy, yeah you know my name
I'm out here chasing guap
Rapping like I'm in the industry
But I'm still on the block
'Member when I worked at Wendy's
I was grinding, punching clock
Do the same thing with the rap nigga
Just to count a lot (Yeah yeah)
I ain't tripping bout a nigga
I ain't tripping bout a bitch
Walked down on him with a kill tec
Ima have to let it hit
And I'm with the same gang
PBB I'll never switch
We just trynna count some profit
So we constantly hitting licks
Me and Q be in the stu
We finna make it with this rap
Don't be talking bout no 30s
If you aint gon let it clap
If you ever disrespect me
On my momma, you'll get slapped
Had to re-up on some rapper
I was tired of smoking bap
Nigga I ain't trynna stop
Til I put Chipley on the map
On my momma, I been patient
I'm just trynna get them bands
I'm just trynna be the greatest
You can't do it like I can
I be smoking on this ganja
Feeling like the Method Man
I ain't trynna be like you
I'm trynna come up with my brand
Me and Scooter out here thuggin
On the slab I keep a 30
I'm a cool nigga
But you cross I'll do you dirty
I just flipped this pack
Then got it back
That's in a hurry (Yeah)
I can't fall in love with you
If I'm in love with Benjaminz
I just walked down a nigga
Left that nigga trembling
When you look up in my wallet
Aint no 20s or no 10s
I just fucked on that lil bitch
But Ima do it all again
If we miss when we come through
Then we gon have to spin again
All my niggas like my brothers
Don't believe in claiming friends
Should've knew that bitch would lie to me
But nah, it's sickening
Just one thing that you should know
It's all about the Benjaminz
They say gangstas move in silence
They say all brown men know is violence
Well Ima speak up loud and proud
And endow my people legal work
In turn increasing our self worth
I been progressive since my birth
You expected death prison or worse for me
So don't expect a verse
Unless you send a grip ya heard? (Heard)
Illumini just some nerds
Inciting fear from ear to ear
They want you and your peers
To think the end is near
Focus less on what you hear
And put your grind third gear
Said I was greatest my first year
Heartbreak temporary
Drop a tear
Then leave it in the rear
In my obituary
Make it known that I died as a visionary
Tried to introduce the lost to Jesus Christ
My name should sit by Missionary in the dictionary
Revolutionary, I deserve my own cemetery
Ice cold, the way I chase the cream
I deserve a flavor at Ben & Jerry's
It's very scary
All these shots hitting like Jason Terry
Why we so obsessed with murder?
Got death singing Mariah Carey
I can't fall in love with you
If I'm in love with Benjaminz
I just walked down a nigga
Left that nigga trembling
When you look up in my wallet
Aint no 20s or no 10s
I just fucked on that lil bitch
But Ima do it all again
If we miss when we come through
Then we gon have to spin again
All my niggas like my brothers
Don't believe in claiming friends
Should've knew that bitch would lie to me
But nah, it's sickening
Just one thing that you should know
It's all about the Benjaminz
Benjaminz Benjaminz
Take communion, sin again
I gave up on trynna love you
I ain't trynna be yo friend
If you cross me then it's fuck you
Even if we was some kin
And these niggas aint authentic
They just out here riding trends
Trell Beezy, yeah you know my name
I'm out here chasing guap
Rapping like I'm in the industry
But I'm still on the block
'Member when I worked at Wendy's
I was grinding, punching clock
Do the same thing with the rap nigga
Just to count a lot (Yeah yeah)
I ain't tripping bout a nigga
I ain't tripping bout a bitch
Walked down on him with a kill tec
Ima have to let it hit
And I'm with the same gang
PBB I'll never switch
We just trynna count some profit
So we constantly hitting licks
Me and Q be in the stu
We finna make it with this rap
Don't be talking bout no 30s
If you aint gon let it clap
If you ever disrespect me
On my momma, you'll get slapped
Had to re-up on some rapper
I was tired of smoking bap
Nigga I ain't trynna stop
Til I put Chipley on the map
On my momma, I been patient
I'm just trynna get them bands
I'm just trynna be the greatest
You can't do it like I can
I be smoking on this ganja
Feeling like the Method Man
I ain't trynna be like you
I'm trynna come up with my brand
Me and Scooter out here thuggin
On the slab I keep a 30
I'm a cool nigga
But you cross I'll do you dirty
I just flipped this pack
Then got it back
That's in a hurry (Yeah)
I can't fall in love with you
If I'm in love with Benjaminz
I just walked down a nigga
Left that nigga trembling
When you look up in my wallet
Aint no 20s or no 10s
I just fucked on that lil bitch
But Ima do it all again
If we miss when we come through
Then we gon have to spin again
All my niggas like my brothers
Don't believe in claiming friends
Should've knew that bitch would lie to me
But nah, it's sickening
Just one thing that you should know
It's all about the Benjaminz
They say gangstas move in silence
They say all brown men know is violence
Well Ima speak up loud and proud
And endow my people legal work
In turn increasing our self worth
I been progressive since my birth
You expected death prison or worse for me
So don't expect a verse
Unless you send a grip ya heard? (Heard)
Illumini just some nerds
Inciting fear from ear to ear
They want you and your peers
To think the end is near
Focus less on what you hear
And put your grind third gear
Said I was greatest my first year
Heartbreak temporary
Drop a tear
Then leave it in the rear
In my obituary
Make it known that I died as a visionary
Tried to introduce the lost to Jesus Christ
My name should sit by Missionary in the dictionary
Revolutionary, I deserve my own cemetery
Ice cold, the way I chase the cream
I deserve a flavor at Ben & Jerry's
It's very scary
All these shots hitting like Jason Terry
Why we so obsessed with murder?
Got death singing Mariah Carey
Credits
Writer(s): Latrell Hogan
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