2R Benzø - Clarity

Elvis, say Perry on the track
Fuck
This tragedy, why are you mad
Fuck
This tragedy, why are you mad
I done gave you my heart, gave you my love
Gave you some money, I gave you some drugs
But fuck all these bitches, I came from the mud
Fuck all the snitches, I came from the slums
Got booked for a gun, niggas snitchin
Yeah, them niggas are dubs
Old nights, you don't know how I feel
Sleepin' on metal, callin' it a bunk
Writin' up letters while you in the hut
On the phone with your bitch, callin' her a smut
Cause she in the telly, smokin' on the blunt
While you in the jail cell doin' none
I ain't gon' lie, I been down on my ass
Had to go run me up a lil' bag
Slide to the stu and jump up on the track
And show these niggas how they really should rap, like
Couple of bitches, they hittin' my line now
They like Benzo, it's your time to shine now
I know I gotta get back on my grind now Niggas wishin' they droppin' a dime now On the wrist, you can look at the time now
Too hard, too real, too rich In a situation like this
I done seen niggas turn to a bitch I done seen niggas turn to a snitch I done seen niggas dead in a ditch
I done seen niggas say that they love me But they turn around and go, fuck you, bitch
Like what? Like what? Ain't no love between me and my thug Like what? Like what? Stealin' drip like you niggas my sons
Take a sip, I'ma pour it to mud Fuck that bitch, yeah, that bitch a dub Back at the Henny, she know I'm what's up
And I tell her she throwin' it up Shawty, you're free, she gon' give me the buns, like Grab a punch and it's touchy and long
Switch on the grip and I shoulda go dumb, like I'ma shoot it and click till you done
Blitz to the back, I'ma blitz to the front, like Fuck that, I'ma hop out the trunk
Back of the trap, had to give me some funds, like Benzo back and they know I'm the plug
Gotta believe me, I was trappin' on the block, you niggas gweenies I had to go give me some money
The bitches, they funny, they actin' like they really need me They say I'm a genie, I'm switchin' the sauce up
Every season, these niggas don't know that I'm really a demon Don't try to mislead me, cause I'ma just sit back
While you eat it, and I'ma defeat it, cause you bitches greedy And don't ever try to tell me that you need me, cause I don't believe it
So I'ma just sit back, while you pleadin' And tell me you need me or don't wanna leave me
Don't tell me you gave me, you don't Cause you walk up out my shoes, you gon' turn to regret it
Cause I was your broke, starvin' in the church, but you wouldn't get it Cause you got a medic, damn, I'm back at it again
Benzo be buckin', he just bought some bands, damn Put your meat in the fence, niggas be haters, niggas be some fans, damn
Think I did it again, I just want money, I don't want the fans, damn I'ma say it again, I just want money, I don't want the fans
Like, I just want money, I don't want the fans

Written by:
Tahkeim Hay

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