Freestyle

[Intro: 38 Spesh]

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Yeah

Benny, I see you, nigga

Huh

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Let’s go

[Verse 1: 38 Spesh]

Yo, I could tell you all fake

Y’all ain’t move hard base, run through long cake

8-ball niggas still moving pool hall weight

When I transport, I got to call the U-Haul place

From the murder capital of New York state

Gun shoot off, bullets go through y’all face

You move far, but don’t think you all safe

Have them niggas all through y’all place

Every month, I got a new court date, every month I got a new car

Benz with the 2-door, New York plates

Putting dick in a new whore’s face

Selling quarter bricks to five, I might give you two for eight

When the drought came, y’all was starving

I had six hoes with a brick in each broad apartment

I don’t cop cars from the auction

Green spaceship, dark tint, call it Marvin the Martian

Right, I was mobbing and bossing

Glock for two reasons, robbing and flossing

Had problems, now they’re all in the coffin

Hoes give me head ‘til their jaws is exhausted

Right, I’m a slick type dude

With iced out, thick Slick Rick type jewels

CL6 so your bitch might cruise

A nice whip make a dyke bitch like dudes

Ooh, I wish a nigga might snooze

Try it, you gon’ make tonight news

Right, y’all found the right dude

My hands get dirty quicker than all white shoes

Right, I look at niggas like food

Or look at niggas like fools

Shit, if I don’t sell a brick in a day, my whole night’s screwed

I sell a brick in a day, I’m in a nice mood

Later on at night, I got your wife nude

And I’m putting pipe through her tubes

Man I live this shit, it ain’t right what I do

I do it so these can write what I do

Right

[Verse 2: Benny]

This shit won’t stop, nah, there’s too many gats

Too many bricks of coke, way too many rats

The flow been tough, the 3-pound 7

Just right, my shot will break a grown man up

I put a plan together, get away, hide up

My baby mother the getaway driver

You gon’ bleed, I’ll spit a clip

They catch me, I don’t give a shit, I don’t plead innocent

The kush my favorite, soda and the scale on the table

I know she ‘bout to cook my favorite

Hope I don’t get took by agents

Come share a cell with a nigga with a foot high razor

The weight going cheap

I can pop the trunk to show you a bag heavier than Skateboard P

It’s a horror flick when the Taurus click

Bitches on my dick - what an enormous list

I suggest the chef make sure the raw get whipped

And the shooters gonna make sure the floor is rich

She bugging, so I tell her while I'm drivin' be cool

You could give me brain like an Ivy League school

She said, I got faith, I told her I believe too

So next time you have that yay, tell ‘em I’ma need two

I get them like this, it’s [?] shorty

I could turn your life to a success story

No matter how you’re saying it, it’s the Mayor, bitch

I could move the work before I’m done weighing it

Shooting for the top with a 30 30

Big birds on my block like Bert and Ernie

It might just hit me, the workers chirp me

Bring them white chicks with me, Laverne & Shirley

Money on the table and money on the way

My kush bill a hundred it a day

And it’s surely, my nigga

[Outro: Benny]

Cheah

What y’all wanna do?

Ha

I just thought I’ll ask

Spesh, what up?

Cheah

And I’m back