| Turn me up some, Shay
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| It’s Benny
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| Thousand eight grams
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| My First Brick
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| Turn me up some
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| Ayo
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| They want to know why I named this joint My First Brick
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| 'Cause when I got my first brick
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| Tch, I can’t even describe that feeling
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| That’s the feeling you’ll never feel again, man
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| It’s like your first Benz, your first bad bitch, nigga
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| Your first ten stacks
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| Shoutout to the whole Trust
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| Shoutout to the whole, whole Black Sopranos
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| All for the fame, we bought cars in a chain
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| It’s all fun and games 'til your dog run your name
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| See they don’t want to talk about the scars and the pain
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| But they’ll tell you anything to keep y’all entertained
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| How you a boss and never took a loss in the game?
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| It’s funny though 'cause sometimes your loss is a gain
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| Never told nothing, never coughed up a name
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| Got my paperwork on the wall in the frame
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| Got my GED behind bars in a cage
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| Almost cried when I seen crossing the stage
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| When I was that age, I was lost in a daze
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| They said it was nothing wrong, it was all just a phase
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| I was whipping raw, flipping hard, getting paid
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| The plug hit me with a bomb like he tossed a grenade
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| Same thing make you smile be the cause of your pain
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| As a man, all you got is your balls and your name
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| She want to take a trip, lay up all in the shade
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| First ride with this half a brick of raw on the train
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| Blowin' money fast, it was gone 'fore it came
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| Don’t forget to stash when it rain
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| The shit got real, my dogs didn’t change
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| When you go broke, I doubt that these broads is the same
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| Regardless of fame, my squad’s still the same
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| We say it’s a family but they call it a gang
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| Is it 'cause my clique be moving with clips and shooters
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| 401K, none of my chicks is boosters
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| Penthouse suites, the rooms come with mezuzahs
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| Versace kicks, the shoes come with Medusas
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| It’s Benny, nigga, everything I spit exclusive
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| And I don’t buy guns unless extra clips included
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| Before we got lit and took trips to Houston
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| Had a bed in the fed correctional institution
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| Thinking like, «when they plan on sending me home?»
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| Eating in the same mess hall as Emory Jones
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| I give you game, don’t tell it 'cause it’s meant to be sold
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| They already know me when I bump into these hoes
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| I think these young niggas got penitentiary goals
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| He 19, but when he finish up his sentence, he old
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| I’m from the city where the bullets hitting innocent souls
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| Niggas will rob their own momma to see Benjamins fold
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| Still out the Garden of Eden just to sit in the road
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| Bitches still thinking everything that glitter is gold
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| What you know about being thrown out into the cold
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| Then get the crib with no key, you had to enter a code
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| Never heard of me? |
| Shit, you probably live in a hole
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| Real niggas never worry 'bout getting exposed
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| Got my first brick and my first lick was a zone
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| My second joint, the only problem was getting it home
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| Me &Doug
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| Yeah
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| My First Brick |