Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Benefits, artist - Dave East. Album song Karma 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Benefits |
Expectin' me to put some paper behind him, he came 'round for benefits |
Locked in on my target, just know if I start it, nigga, I’ma finish it |
Don’t come around me for benefits, from the dirt, I got a membership |
Most of these niggas illiterate, they nervous, just look at 'em tremblin' (Brr) |
I know you just tryna benefit (I know) |
You kinda skinny, your friend is thick (Uh) |
Empty my bitches and dub all the friendly shit, dope color cinnamon |
I knew a nigga came 'round me for benefits |
I put my last up, he ain’t put a penny in |
I had bitch from the Bronx that look Indian |
I sign my name on a check worth a million |
I can feel it if you come 'round for benefits |
Rude as fuck, I will not be no gentlemen |
I talk to God 'cause I know I’ma sin again |
Soldiers around me and all of them militant (All of 'em) |
Off of me you will not benefit (Nah) |
I threw it up 'cause I’ve been a Crip (Crip) |
Package the product and send it in (Send it in) |
Don’t matter the pistol, I get it in (Uh) |
Survivin' these streets, lost my innocence (Uh) |
Just tryna have more cake than intimates, niggas want benefits |
I really hustled out tenantless, I hated the crib I was livin' in (Hated it) |
Everyday losin', we didn’t win |
Police got a list, I got picked again (Picked again) |
If you went got it and got out the projects |
That’s fire, my nigga, just make sure your niggas win (Make sure) |
You in the club, make sure your niggas in |
Pussy was good, so she might just get hit again (Aye) |
Benefits |
They come around me for benefits (That all) |
I’m tryna' stack, never been this rich (Uh) |
You talk 'bout your corner, I’m bendin' it (Err) |
We outside servin' like Wimbledon (Servin') |
I done lost count of my women friends |
Lied to God, said I won’t sin again |
Keep 'em away, they can’t benefit (Away) |
Benefits (Benefits) |
They come around me for benefits (That all) |
I’m tryna' stack, never been this rich (Uh) |
You talk 'bout your corner, I’m bendin' it (Skrrt) |
We outside servin' like Wimbledon (Servin') |
I done lost count of my women friends |
Lied to God, said I won’t sin again |
Keep 'em away, they can’t benefit |
My Unc was a smoker, he really tried to sell my Sega Genesis (True story) |
I was tryna play Sonic, it’s ironic he looked at me like a benefit (Benefit) |
I don’t remember bein' innocent (Nah), the homie died, we gettin' lit again |
(Lit again) |
Mama stressin' 'bout the rent again (Mama), I was tryna get some Timberlands |
Henny had me pissy, I would bag up the Missy and Timberland, never took Ritalin |
(Never) |
Tried to say I was crazy, but I just went and bought a Mercedes, |
I feel like a kid again (Six hunnid) |
Get caught with a brick that’s a penalty |
Cuzzo call me from the pen' again (Pen' again) |
Write all of this shit in my head |
I might not use a pen again, stop tryna benefit (Stop) |
All of that shit that you see in the movies, I’m livin' it |
I get the rock, I’ma dribble it |
My youngins shootin' on some Reggie Miller shit |
If it was an Audi, I did a Hilfiger fit |
Fuck goin' to class, we 'bout to skip again (Fuck that) |
Homies dyin', I can’t take a pic with them |
Foreign shits, you probably can see me whippin' it |
Watch how you talk on them phones they be listenin' (They be listenin', shh) |
You said that’s your shooter, he feminine (Pussy) |
A murder turn up my adrenaline |
We gon' leave out the same way we enter in (Same way) |
I just left Elliot, this shit got my body shiverin' (Brr) |
How you don’t like me? |
Whenever you see me, you ask for a pic again (You ask |
for a pic again) |
Picture me rollin', it make niggas mad, I’m countin' them dividends (Count it |
up) |
In love with these Franklins, when I wake up, I’m surrounded by Benjamin’s |
(Blue faces) |
Don’t fall in love with them bitches, 'cause I know the nigga that’s pimpin' |
them (I know 'em) |
My plug is Dominican, I won’t be late on the rent again |
Why you want my life? |
Why not come get it with me? |
Why you tellin' niggas I’m your brother, knowin' you wanna clip me? |
Why you never went hard? |
Why I’m the blame for all your failures? |
Why you look so depressed? |
Shooter told me you was jealous |
Why we never talk the way we did before I had this paper? |
Why you went from being my main nigga to a average hater? |
Life is filled with obstacles, why we gotta live here? |
Why the water gotta be cold? |
Why all these little kids here? |
For the times we ran out of liquor half my niggas spilled beer |
Why the fuck is you on my line talkin' 'bout what I owe you? |
I’ve known you almost a decade, now I don’t want to know you |
Cuzzo said, «I got some new hammers I wanted to show you» |
We never stop, just shake it off, this is the shit we go through |
I reminisce on times, on dime sales |
Mac called me from down block |
Loco just took five shots, I’m high watchin' Seinfeld |
Finessin', sell you anything to make a profit |
We finessin', they might be on our phone so change the topic |
Finessin', niggas rob they own brother in my projects |
No confessions, tell the cops I’m dyin' with this knowledge |
Finessin', sell you anything to make a profit |
We finessin', they might be on our phone so change the topic |
Finessin', we know we don’t but actin' like we got it |
No confessions, tell the cops I’m dyin' with this knowledge |
No confessions, tell the cops I’m dyin' with this knowledge |
No confessions, tell the cops I’m, tell the cops I’m |