Brother Need a Bentley

Let me tell you something homie
These clubs, these parties, all this shit ain't going nowhere
The more weird you are
Is a reflection of how committed you are
To focusing on your shit
Molding and shaping and developing your ideas and your craft
So that when it's time for you to make your rounds
You gon fly

Mom, this is Josef
Don't worry
But Geno is about to go fucking crazy on this one

I be at the studio I swear to God
My brother need a Bentley fore I'm 25
And my family's where I grew up, tryna get em out
I shouldn't even be alive, but always beat the odds
I be at the studio I swear to God
My brother need a Bentley fore I'm 25
And my family's where I grew up, tryna get em out
I shouldn't even be alive, but always beat the odds

Realest in this shit, them niggas cappin, fuck is that about?
I only talk about my pain
Cause there ain't much that I can brag about
Did this shit my way, ain't start no beef, so what you mad about?
Niggas hit me line, they want a hit, I brought the dagger out
I don't want you snap, cause there ain't nothing we could chat about
Bring me round your mama, I'm the nigga that she ask about
Only talk bout what I'm living, that's the only thing I rap about
Walking by a mirror, hit the flex and brought the swagger out
At first they ain't believe me
I'm the one that they would laugh about
A million streams later, doing numbers, look who's laughing now
I got em acting act
All it took was peep the lights then I spun back around

I be at the studio I swear to God
My brother need a Bentley fore I'm 25
And my family's where I grew up, tryna get em out
I shouldn't even be alive, but always beat the odds
I be at the studio I swear to God
My brother need a Bentley fore I'm 25
And my family's where I grew up, tryna get em out
I shouldn't even be alive, but always beat the odds

Until you put it in they face, they won't believe yah
Triple beam, pill in half, I split a bean up
I got sent to wipe a stain, Stanley Steemer
You ain't my mama, bitch I promise I don't need yah
Can't catch me lacking cause I never kick my feet up
Every-time I touch my city, turn the heat up
Tryna reach a point where they can't reach us
Born a black sheep, but I'm King by my demeanor
Oh you a King without a Queen huh?
I still ain't get paid for no features
Oh you a King without a Queen huh?
I still ain't get paid for no features

Realest in this shit, them niggas cappin, fuck is that about?
I only talk about my pain
Cause there ain't much that I can brag about
Did this shit my way
Ain't start no beef, so what you mad about?
Niggas hit me line, they want a hit, I brought the dagger out

I be at the studio I swear to God
My brother need a Bentley fore I'm 25
And my family's where I grew up, tryna get em out
I shouldn't even be alive, but always beat the odds
I be at the studio I swear to God
My brother need a Bentley fore I'm 25
And my family's where I grew up, tryna get em out
I shouldn't even be alive, but always beat the odds

Heartbroken way before I found the clit
Ever since I could remember, shit the shoulder had a chip
The recoil rip a knuckle off the fist
Water boiling, dump the pills and watch it bubble at the tip
Red flag, I can't trust another bitch
Give a fuck about your snap, girl
I'm busy getting rich (No, no)