Despair
Yo Benji
(Instrumental)
Battling my demons, run from nightmares
Bitch I'm racin'
Lost my self when I put in my all
Won't do no chasin'
Wake up in all I see is shell casings
And when I'm all alone all I see is dead faces
Tryna heal up from the pain but my heart be racin
Said, tryna heal up from the pain but my heart be racin
I can't hang with none of these niggas
Man I swear to god I'm racist
I'm like Lebron in this shit
I get the ball then I lay in
I lost the girl of my dreams
And I can't get her back
Lost some bros to the street
You know gang double back
Fuck nigga talkin on me
You know he bound to get whacked (Slatt)
Keep that tooly on me
Yeah I keep me the mac
Sittin back stackin breesh
You know I'm bout that sack
Finna run up some m's then I'm gon head to saks
When I head to the mall bitch you know that I'm strapped
Keep that Ruger on me
Gave my heart to that girl and she left me to drag
Gave my heart to that girl and she left me out bad
Gave my heart to this one and she left me out sad
Gave my heart to these girls and they all let me down
Said nah, nah, nah, nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah nah, nah, nah
Open your mind for me (Open your mind)
Tell me what you see (Tell me what you see
I know you hurtin (Hurtin)
You don't deserve it (Deserve it)
You need a birkin
Baby your worth it (You were worth it)
Baby your perfect
I just need you in my life cause I'm
Tryna heal all of the pain with this gas
Hop in the whip I just hope I don't crash
Tryna stay focused, tryna get to the bag
I stay putting them first, but they puttin me last
So fuck what them lame ass niggas be tammat (Slatt)
Nigga tried to run up he ain't know I had my drum out
Bad bitch whippin in the kitchen got her buns out
I was posted on the block with gang you know we had our guns out
Damn I go dumb now
These niggas my sons now
Ridin these whips they say I'm not a bum now
Shawty tryna fuck I told her wait until I come down
Nigga pressed up over a lil bitch he gon get gunned down
Said nah, nah, nah, nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah nah, nah, nah
Bitch I'm the one like a number (Number)
Bitch I'm the one that's away like a slumber (Slumber)
Yo bitch on me she just the lumber
Yo bitch she fiend like she saw me on Tumblr
Niggas be hating I don't really care
Come smoke a spliff baby yeah I dare
Hit from the back and I'm pulling her hair
I raise the stakes because I'm really rare (Rare)
Yo benji
(Instrumental)
Battling my demons, run from nightmares
Bitch I'm racin'
Lost my self when I put in my all
Won't do no chasin'
Wake up in all I see is shell casings
And when I'm all alone all I see is dead faces
Tryna heal up from the pain but my heart be racin
Said, tryna heal up from the pain but my heart be racin
I can't hang with none of these niggas
Man I swear to god I'm racist
I'm like Lebron in this shit
I get the ball then I lay in
I lost the girl of my dreams
And I can't get her back
Lost some bros to the street
You know gang double back
Fuck nigga talkin on me
You know he bound to get whacked (Slatt)
Keep that tooly on me
Yeah I keep me the mac
Sittin back stackin breesh
You know I'm bout that sack
Finna run up some m's then I'm gon head to saks
When I head to the mall bitch you know that I'm strapped
Keep that Ruger on me
Gave my heart to that girl and she left me to drag
Gave my heart to that girl and she left me out bad
Gave my heart to this one and she left me out sad
Gave my heart to these girls and they all let me down
Said nah, nah, nah, nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah nah, nah, nah
Open your mind for me (Open your mind)
Tell me what you see (Tell me what you see
I know you hurtin (Hurtin)
You don't deserve it (Deserve it)
You need a birkin
Baby your worth it (You were worth it)
Baby your perfect
I just need you in my life cause I'm
Tryna heal all of the pain with this gas
Hop in the whip I just hope I don't crash
Tryna stay focused, tryna get to the bag
I stay putting them first, but they puttin me last
So fuck what them lame ass niggas be tammat (Slatt)
Nigga tried to run up he ain't know I had my drum out
Bad bitch whippin in the kitchen got her buns out
I was posted on the block with gang you know we had our guns out
Damn I go dumb now
These niggas my sons now
Ridin these whips they say I'm not a bum now
Shawty tryna fuck I told her wait until I come down
Nigga pressed up over a lil bitch he gon get gunned down
Said nah, nah, nah, nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah nah, nah, nah
Bitch I'm the one like a number (Number)
Bitch I'm the one that's away like a slumber (Slumber)
Yo bitch on me she just the lumber
Yo bitch she fiend like she saw me on Tumblr
Niggas be hating I don't really care
Come smoke a spliff baby yeah I dare
Hit from the back and I'm pulling her hair
I raise the stakes because I'm really rare (Rare)
Yo benji
Credits
Writer(s): Ibrahim Toure
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