Benjamin Franklin round a nigga
I got dead friends
Aye
Said I got dead friends
Benjamin Franklin round a nigga
I got dead friends
Benjamin Franklin round a nigga
I got dead friends
N we can't stop nun of this shit
It ain't no dead end
Aye
It ain't no dead end
Benjamin Franklin round a nigga
I got dead friends
Said i got dead friends
Benjamin Franklin round a nigga
I got dead friends
Aye I got dead friends
Benjamin Franklin round a nigga
I got dead friends
Only my brothers in this whip
We gon stack the G's
They say a nigga need to stop
But all I see is green
He wasn't there when I was broke
He ain't no friend of me
N I been whipping on that stove
They want the recipe
Ice on my heart aye
Zero degrees
Drowning in that water
Swear to god
That I couldn't breathe
Niggas love to plot
Till they see that we packing sticks
N it ain't shit to get you hit
Shit to get you flipped
Tol my nigga f*ck that hoe
Nigga f*ck that bitch
We gon get the bands fast
We gon get em quick
Overseas different bitches
Got an accent
We got rich can't go back
Cause that's past tense
Can't fall in love but
I swear I need a bad bitch
We lost sleep in that trap
Flipping packs quick
My young nigga caught a case
But he ain't say shit
A lot of niggas would've fold
Yeah they would've snitch
N I'm so tired
I'm so tired of the fake shit
Tol my momma we gon be Ight
Cause imma make it
Dog food on me aye
I gotta get it off
Feds press up on me
I'm a pass bitch no Chris Paul
Versace chain reacts
On a nigga got me standing tall
N I can't kick with these niggas
I don't get y'all
They know that we ain't shoot
Cause we don't miss at all
Niggas beefing on the net
Pussy knock it off
Choppa hit him in his neck
It ain't no walk it off
Lotta niggas fake
Reason why I do not fw yall
N I don't even hoop
But I swear to god I ball
Been getting money lately
I can't answer nun the calls
Trynna hit it from the back
Yeah tear up all her walls
Ethika on my bitch
Yeah I put ethika my draws
Always been the shit
N I ain't talking bout no stall
My jewelry from the jeweler
You buy yours in the mall
I said my jewelry from the jeweler
You buy yours in the mall
I can never trust a soul
Got my back against the wall
You left when I was broke
I got bands
Don't wanna talk
Smoke a nigga ass
Police bring out the white chalk
Aye coach on my team
Got me feeling like I'm doc
N we been in these foreigns
While you broke niggas walk
Aye I said we been in them foreigns
While you broke niggas walk
Coach on my team
Got me feeling like I'm doc
I said coach on my team
Got me feeling like I'm doc
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Benjamin Franklin round a nigga
I got dead friends
Aye
Said I got dead friends
Benjamin Franklin round a nigga
I got dead friends
Benjamin Franklin round a nigga
I got dead friends
N we can't stop nun of this shit
It ain't no dead end
Aye
It ain't no dead end
Benjamin Franklin round a nigga
I got dead friends
Said i got dead friends
Benjamin Franklin round a nigga
I got dead friends
Aye I got dead friends
Benjamin Franklin round a nigga
I got dead friends
Only my brothers in this whip
We gon stack the G's
They say a nigga need to stop
But all I see is green
He wasn't there when I was broke
He ain't no friend of me
N I been whipping on that stove
They want the recipe
Ice on my heart aye
Zero degrees
Drowning in that water
Swear to god
That I couldn't breathe
Niggas love to plot
Till they see that we packing sticks
N it ain't shit to get you hit
Shit to get you flipped
Tol my nigga f*ck that hoe
Nigga f*ck that bitch
We gon get the bands fast
We gon get em quick
Overseas different bitches
Got an accent
We got rich can't go back
Cause that's past tense
Can't fall in love but
I swear I need a bad bitch
We lost sleep in that trap
Flipping packs quick
My young nigga caught a case
But he ain't say shit
A lot of niggas would've fold
Yeah they would've snitch
N I'm so tired
I'm so tired of the fake shit
Tol my momma we gon be Ight
Cause imma make it
Dog food on me aye
I gotta get it off
Feds press up on me
I'm a pass bitch no Chris Paul
Versace chain reacts
On a nigga got me standing tall
N I can't kick with these niggas
I don't get y'all
They know that we ain't shoot
Cause we don't miss at all
Niggas beefing on the net
Pussy knock it off
Choppa hit him in his neck
It ain't no walk it off
Lotta niggas fake
Reason why I do not fw yall
N I don't even hoop
But I swear to god I ball
Been getting money lately
I can't answer nun the calls
Trynna hit it from the back
Yeah tear up all her walls
Ethika on my bitch
Yeah I put ethika my draws
Always been the shit
N I ain't talking bout no stall
My jewelry from the jeweler
You buy yours in the mall
I said my jewelry from the jeweler
You buy yours in the mall
I can never trust a soul
Got my back against the wall
You left when I was broke
I got bands
Don't wanna talk
Smoke a nigga ass
Police bring out the white chalk
Aye coach on my team
Got me feeling like I'm doc
N we been in these foreigns
While you broke niggas walk
Aye I said we been in them foreigns
While you broke niggas walk
Coach on my team
Got me feeling like I'm doc
I said coach on my team
Got me feeling like I'm doc
I got dead friends
Aye
Said I got dead friends
Benjamin Franklin round a nigga
I got dead friends
Benjamin Franklin round a nigga
I got dead friends
N we can't stop nun of this shit
It ain't no dead end
Aye
It ain't no dead end
Benjamin Franklin round a nigga
I got dead friends
Said i got dead friends
Benjamin Franklin round a nigga
I got dead friends
Aye I got dead friends
Benjamin Franklin round a nigga
I got dead friends
Only my brothers in this whip
We gon stack the G's
They say a nigga need to stop
But all I see is green
He wasn't there when I was broke
He ain't no friend of me
N I been whipping on that stove
They want the recipe
Ice on my heart aye
Zero degrees
Drowning in that water
Swear to god
That I couldn't breathe
Niggas love to plot
Till they see that we packing sticks
N it ain't shit to get you hit
Shit to get you flipped
Tol my nigga f*ck that hoe
Nigga f*ck that bitch
We gon get the bands fast
We gon get em quick
Overseas different bitches
Got an accent
We got rich can't go back
Cause that's past tense
Can't fall in love but
I swear I need a bad bitch
We lost sleep in that trap
Flipping packs quick
My young nigga caught a case
But he ain't say shit
A lot of niggas would've fold
Yeah they would've snitch
N I'm so tired
I'm so tired of the fake shit
Tol my momma we gon be Ight
Cause imma make it
Dog food on me aye
I gotta get it off
Feds press up on me
I'm a pass bitch no Chris Paul
Versace chain reacts
On a nigga got me standing tall
N I can't kick with these niggas
I don't get y'all
They know that we ain't shoot
Cause we don't miss at all
Niggas beefing on the net
Pussy knock it off
Choppa hit him in his neck
It ain't no walk it off
Lotta niggas fake
Reason why I do not fw yall
N I don't even hoop
But I swear to god I ball
Been getting money lately
I can't answer nun the calls
Trynna hit it from the back
Yeah tear up all her walls
Ethika on my bitch
Yeah I put ethika my draws
Always been the shit
N I ain't talking bout no stall
My jewelry from the jeweler
You buy yours in the mall
I said my jewelry from the jeweler
You buy yours in the mall
I can never trust a soul
Got my back against the wall
You left when I was broke
I got bands
Don't wanna talk
Smoke a nigga ass
Police bring out the white chalk
Aye coach on my team
Got me feeling like I'm doc
N we been in these foreigns
While you broke niggas walk
Aye I said we been in them foreigns
While you broke niggas walk
Coach on my team
Got me feeling like I'm doc
I said coach on my team
Got me feeling like I'm doc
Writer: Tyler Wade
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