Ben Franklin (feat. 3NAM3S)

I'm tryna keep it Ben Franklin
Bounce in the trunk & that shit been stankin'
got a good man? Then go ahead thank him
Not a lot left that haven't been taken
Liam Neeson, imma break your jaw
If you fuck me without praying to god
Keep it real or don't keep it at all
Cuz the reaper feels the need to be called
Easily top three to y'all
At least top five till I get called
From the sidelines that they got me chillin
But imma ball like Like they hurt my feelings
Keep it a buck, a truckload of talent
Runnin amuck, my luck is unbalanced
Cuz one damn day imma make ya jaw drop
By the things I create from dreamin nonstop

They didn't think that ya boy could make it
From a place where they're all complacent.
Cuz now they want a piece of this beast
And I'm thinking it is time that we feast
Did ya make the list, or are ya still waiting?
I know I know, they said to be patient
But now this shits not locked in The Bassment
Keepin it real with y'all, Ben Franklin

Switch up your cause about a billy times
We're stacking millis, you got silly eyes
Milli Vanilli, you ain't stacking pies
Lil dick, DM some people's wives
Go Make ya beats as hard as Ye's
Get a 9-5 at a decent wage
With a drinking problem every day
And every night you're dumb drunk at Pave
Oh my... what's the way?
Should I cater to the ones I hate?
Change my sound so it is gray,
Wear a funny hat and call it a day?
It's funny how they love to say
"You're one of the best" to help lead the way
Then they go and forget their place
Such Blissful bars, but they're second rate

They didn't think that ya boy could make it
From a place where they're all complacent.
Cuz now they want a piece of this beast
And I'm thinking it is time that we feast
Did ya make the list, or are ya still waiting?
I know I know, they said to be patient
But now this shits not locked in The Bassment
Keepin it real with y'all, Ben Franklin

Wanna talk about a peak, I never got mine
Too busy being me to worry about time
Now it is here and I can't even lie
Doesn't feel much different up up in the sky
Wanna ask me how I did it, I'll never reply
Too busy being me to worry my mind
With thinkin' of a way to shine up high
when it's written in the stars you just kinda comply

They didn't think that ya boy could make it
From a place where they're all complacent.
Cuz now they want a piece of this beast
And I'm thinking it is time that we feast
Did ya make the list, or are ya still waiting?
I know I know, they said to be patient
But now this shits not locked in The Bassment
Keepin' it real with y'all, Ben Franklin

Been a hot minute since I went a lil ignorant
But when you got the sauce and it's drippin' from ya digits
Then you get a little lost while your rippin' through these midgets
Like, jab, jab, cross, see my balls, then the ceiling
Flame-throw all the foes who's nose in the air
Made me go and kill a verse that was easy to share
Never understood what else could compare
To the bars that fall from the air to my care
And we can do it all, what you want? Yeah we got it
Uliy on the beat with NAM3S on the phonics
Realer than three house wife's on the chronic
Seasoning their meat when they were never even taught it.
Never gettin' heard went and drove me to the top
My anxiety is killing me, but I won't ever stop
Because if I do, then who will take my spot?
I pray they say their prayers and they practice them, a lot



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Adams
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