Benzo

Back in them days when my poppa had the benzo
Down on McLennan St it was not a rental
Still had the fade on me and I had my mental
Now I got trauma pain put in my pencil
When I was touching hearses life wasn't so simple
Now scraping up them dollars you can see my rents due
Tears all up in my eyes I don't need the tissue
Death got its handoff me asking what's my issue
My niggas had to struggle on them nights
My niggas learned the ways of sacrifice
I was dismissive missing appetites
Momma said you don't really have to fight
Wonder what living is in afterlife
Is filled with up riches need a slice
Cause everybody gotta get they own piece
Before this shit run out and the guns come out

Poppa had that Benz when my poppa had that Benz
Told my man I ain't gotta steer
I ain't got no fear but that Benz
From that opulence and I found my tints
And I know I got get my coat and I got my coat
Yes fasho I don't do this shit my nigga
I ain't talk to nobody accept myself I be fine though
I be fine though yea I'll be fine though
I'll be fine though nigga I'll be fine though

Was pushing all that weight, hands sealed a nigga fate
Bro sentence delayed
God starring the judge, man that nigga lives to play
Most you niggas ain't
Seen enough to get a subpoena
Stunting on all these niggas like you bout to face
My oculus was occupied by all the bait
All I got is elevate weed was laced
Trippin for that Benz my brain
Feeding these fiends they demons
Capitalist in the streets and
All I care is kin and cash
Don't paint me as a heathen
What you niggas know bout selling that bag
Wasn't in the street much cuz the circle of life was that culdesac
Still made the most of that rap
Still made the most making some racks
Face on t shirts makes sense when we hang you on that rack
I'm talking clothesline
My eyes closed with eyes on your back
Niggas had dreams of that Cadillac
Had yo bitch handling different sacks
Had her round the waist like a fanny pack
Handling my shit who you think gave her that fanny pack
Paula Deen smoking that granny pack
What's my knack
Speaking cap nigga

Poppa had that Benz when my poppa had that Benz
Told my man I ain't gotta steer
I ain't got no fear but that Benz
From that opulence and I found my tints
And I know I got get my coat and I got my coat
Yes fasho I don't do this shit my nigga
I ain't talk to nobody accept myself I be fine though
I be fine though yea I'll be fine though
I'll be fine though nigga I'll be fine though



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Writer(s): Adamu Mba
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