| Expectin' me to put some paper behind him, he came 'round for benefits
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| Locked in on my target, just know if I start it, nigga, I’ma finish it
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| Don’t come around me for benefits, from the dirt, I got a membership
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| Most of these niggas illiterate, they nervous, just look at 'em tremblin' (Brr)
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| I know you just tryna benefit (I know)
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| You kinda skinny, your friend is thick (Uh)
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| Empty my bitches and dub all the friendly shit, dope color cinnamon
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| I knew a nigga came 'round me for benefits
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| I put my last up, he ain’t put a penny in
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| I had bitch from the Bronx that look Indian
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| I sign my name on a check worth a million
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| I can feel it if you come 'round for benefits
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| Rude as fuck, I will not be no gentlemen
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| I talk to God 'cause I know I’ma sin again
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| Soldiers around me and all of them militant (All of 'em)
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| Off of me you will not benefit (Nah)
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| I threw it up 'cause I’ve been a Crip (Crip)
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| Package the product and send it in (Send it in)
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| Don’t matter the pistol, I get it in (Uh)
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| Survivin' these streets, lost my innocence (Uh)
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| Just tryna have more cake than intimates, niggas want benefits
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| I really hustled out tenantless, I hated the crib I was livin' in (Hated it)
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| Everyday losin', we didn’t win
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| Police got a list, I got picked again (Picked again)
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| If you went got it and got out the projects
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| That’s fire, my nigga, just make sure your niggas win (Make sure)
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| You in the club, make sure your niggas in
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| Pussy was good, so she might just get hit again (Aye)
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| Benefits
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| They come around me for benefits (That all)
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| I’m tryna' stack, never been this rich (Uh)
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| You talk 'bout your corner, I’m bendin' it (Err)
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| We outside servin' like Wimbledon (Servin')
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| I done lost count of my women friends
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| Lied to God, said I won’t sin again
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| Keep 'em away, they can’t benefit (Away)
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| Benefits (Benefits)
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| They come around me for benefits (That all)
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| I’m tryna' stack, never been this rich (Uh)
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| You talk 'bout your corner, I’m bendin' it (Skrrt)
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| We outside servin' like Wimbledon (Servin')
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| I done lost count of my women friends
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| Lied to God, said I won’t sin again
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| Keep 'em away, they can’t benefit
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| My Unc was a smoker, he really tried to sell my Sega Genesis (True story)
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| I was tryna play Sonic, it’s ironic he looked at me like a benefit (Benefit)
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| I don’t remember bein' innocent (Nah), the homie died, we gettin' lit again
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| (Lit again)
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| Mama stressin' 'bout the rent again (Mama), I was tryna get some Timberlands
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| Henny had me pissy, I would bag up the Missy and Timberland, never took Ritalin
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| (Never)
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| Tried to say I was crazy, but I just went and bought a Mercedes,
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| I feel like a kid again (Six hunnid)
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| Get caught with a brick that’s a penalty
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| Cuzzo call me from the pen' again (Pen' again)
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| Write all of this shit in my head
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| I might not use a pen again, stop tryna benefit (Stop)
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| All of that shit that you see in the movies, I’m livin' it
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| I get the rock, I’ma dribble it
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| My youngins shootin' on some Reggie Miller shit
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| If it was an Audi, I did a Hilfiger fit
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| Fuck goin' to class, we 'bout to skip again (Fuck that)
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| Homies dyin', I can’t take a pic with them
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| Foreign shits, you probably can see me whippin' it
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| Watch how you talk on them phones they be listenin' (They be listenin', shh)
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| You said that’s your shooter, he feminine (Pussy)
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| A murder turn up my adrenaline
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| We gon' leave out the same way we enter in (Same way)
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| I just left Elliot, this shit got my body shiverin' (Brr)
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| How you don’t like me? |
| Whenever you see me, you ask for a pic again (You ask
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| for a pic again)
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| Picture me rollin', it make niggas mad, I’m countin' them dividends (Count it
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| up)
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| In love with these Franklins, when I wake up, I’m surrounded by Benjamin’s
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| (Blue faces)
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| Don’t fall in love with them bitches, 'cause I know the nigga that’s pimpin'
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| them (I know 'em)
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| My plug is Dominican, I won’t be late on the rent again
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| Why you want my life? |
| Why not come get it with me?
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| Why you tellin' niggas I’m your brother, knowin' you wanna clip me?
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| Why you never went hard? |
| Why I’m the blame for all your failures?
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| Why you look so depressed? |
| Shooter told me you was jealous |
| Why we never talk the way we did before I had this paper?
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| Why you went from being my main nigga to a average hater?
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| Life is filled with obstacles, why we gotta live here?
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| Why the water gotta be cold? |
| Why all these little kids here?
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| For the times we ran out of liquor half my niggas spilled beer
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| Why the fuck is you on my line talkin' 'bout what I owe you?
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| I’ve known you almost a decade, now I don’t want to know you
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| Cuzzo said, «I got some new hammers I wanted to show you»
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| We never stop, just shake it off, this is the shit we go through
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| I reminisce on times, on dime sales
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| Mac called me from down block
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| Loco just took five shots, I’m high watchin' Seinfeld
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| Finessin', sell you anything to make a profit
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| We finessin', they might be on our phone so change the topic
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| Finessin', niggas rob they own brother in my projects
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| No confessions, tell the cops I’m dyin' with this knowledge
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| Finessin', sell you anything to make a profit
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| We finessin', they might be on our phone so change the topic
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| Finessin', we know we don’t but actin' like we got it
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| No confessions, tell the cops I’m dyin' with this knowledge
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| No confessions, tell the cops I’m dyin' with this knowledge
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| No confessions, tell the cops I’m, tell the cops I’m |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Benefits , by - Dave East. Song from the album Karma 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп