Benjamins

In my airplane, going fairway to the tropics

While the snare plays, flowing bare flames in the cockpit

Pens pads, and some dead faces in my pockets

Motherfuckers wanna talk shit and ain't even got a wallet

 

Wallet full of benjamins, might even have some jeffersons

I represent the talent that most of y’all might never give

especially when the event of the complexity of my spitting comes

Not Tupac but surely I'll be hitting up

 

In the end y'all be giving none

You'll notice who y'all really dissing son

But it's not your fault, you just fucked your vision up

You give four balls, cause you don't want no hit and run

 

I'll be finch and y'all be stifler what?

You be the one that drank jizz off a dixie cup

I'll eat your mum, and this ain't no quickie slut

Pretty much, my shit's bigger than Nicki's butt

 

Even if i was pissy drunk off of whiskey punch

Nobody would ever diss me punk

That shit would be a risky stunt

Knock em down make em dizzied up

 

With your bitches legs all divvied up

Double up bitch go ahead double up

Cause you're getting no cracks at me, just stirring trouble up

Surprised I fucked this game and haven't bust a nut

 

What connects it all, the fucking benjamins

tell em bitch, makes sins even out of priests and reverends

This shit can make a bitch go elegant

The benjamins sit with dead presidents

 

Rest next to Lincoln and others that were innocent

The cash made living it as an immigrant

In the Yeezy's you can call me insolent

Onto different shit, ready to start businesses

 

Hit it rich, being villainous, infamous, skill limitless

It is this, don't get it twisted bitch,

i drop the presents not given by Nicholas

My cash you can basically call it syphilis

 

Watch out don't fuck with it's clitoris

You may need AIDS if you hitting it

So get your shit tested and get it rinsed

Get a clear head so you know you can't fuck with my penmanship

 

I'll give you 50 cents if you can beat a mill

Drake paid a pretty pence for quentin mill to meet the skill

If I don't put in work then jesus will

Old news but my produce make them see the thrill

 

The messiah, the centerpiece, the seeds of the papaya

Do or die, suicide, Do it right or get crucified

This shit's like the holocaust and these rappers are jewish lives

I've got a lot of aftertaste from these faggots foolish rhymes

 

I do it to deprive the wack from the unskilled

Fuckers with fat mouths who quack like duck bills

This blasphemy's unreal, style is what these cats come steal

When I'm done, their faggotry finally sees a done deal

 

This week I'm blowing out a blitzkrieg

To go and roast those who's shit's weak

I eat like they're diced up mincemeat

I'm Ill while others are considered ill deemed

 

Simple single syllable rhymes just kill me

but I leave em laying in coffins with still sheets

shaking the problems and bring fire to chill cheeks

I still eat while other's are still weak

Bring poverty to men who don't feel beats

I gotta be sending the message when it's six weeks

 

I'm mending raps fetus

I never leave defeated

if they don't see it they can beat it

I have the chemistry of Butthead and Beavis

If they mess with me they can suck head of my penis

 

These men say they living with thugs

Who say they spill shots Fill em with slugs

Let the killing get rough with 9 millims in guns

Fuck it up cut feelings abrupt

 

I'm definitely living it up

The pedestal, I'm bringing it up

Y'all pussies menstrual with dicks in your cunt

Y'all trap rappers are whipping with what?

wack rappers who don't wanna be spitting the stuff

Say they got the flames but I be hearing the bluff

Those spiritual miracle individuals just rhyme words

They don't wanna write, they just trying to slime verbs

 

All they get is three dots and a try again

Think they're hot as fuck and the fliest when

In the same school there's about five of them

They stay cool when they think the fire's in

 

Buuuuuuuuuut, they ain't shit when it's time to spit

or make sense with their cold hard fist made of iron in

When you started, i didn't know why you did

Twist them up like pretzels and say they're schneidering

 

Culture Vultures teeth are biting in

But i cut em off if they show the slightest bit

Precision will cut off the Irises

incisions through the pupil and create violence

and I be playing y'all like your violins

The rifle with bullets owning you like 3 behind the fifth

 

Yeah, sort of like D N A , goes that way

You should learn the course of things and be that way

 

I could tell you everything, you just gotta learn

I could tell you many things, success you gotta earn

I shouldn't have to spell it out, and the best makes the burns

My shit so nasty, that your chest, I'll make it churn

 

What's next man, you motherfuckers tec blast?

lie then say they're better than the next man