Al the Punisher - Ben Wallace

Ayo
My flow been deadly since your TV was a box
I ain't sell a lot of records, but I sold what's in the pot
You ain't got to buy my shit, I know good and well it's hot
I'm writing albums, writing scripts, and trying to sell them shits to Fox
All my niggas like some centers, we was chilling on the block
I'm a Saint inside the studio, you know we about to rock
I got no love for the police, I got no homie who's a cop
'Cause when them niggas do they sweeps, you know my niggas got the mops
I had long day, was doing a drop off and went the wrong way
But Friend or Foe came on, and I just love it when that song play
And you ain't got this rizz, cause you never fumbled Beyonce
I fully understand that feeling of being Kanye
Look, I hit the coke with the skinbone shuffle
A right step, a left step, and then the cash in the duffle
And them dogs ain't finding shit, I got it packed in some bubble wrap
And the vaseline in there, trust I know how to hustle
I find it funny, you can't ride with a nigga that buckled
You a dumby, if you ride for a bitch that don't love you
Who going to pick the pieces up for you, when your pie crumble
I rapped the same way forever, cause y'all know my struggle
I'm Himmy Buckets when I lift the heat up
The thought of killing competition, always get my meat up
Started wearing suits, and saw the change in how they greet us
I never made it big, 'cause I was worried about the re-up
I ain't worried about nobody, all you cats would have to team up
I'm married to the game, but I made sure I got a prenup
And I ain't rocking Gucci, when I tell you boys I'm G'd up
The ass is from Miami, but she got a natural D cup
I be at your bitch crib, with a blunt lit and my feet up
I brought my p5, and she making us margaritas
When nobody believed In us, we turned them to believers
I'm supposed to be in prison, I am an over achiever
I ride for my niggas stay schemin'
I lie for my niggas, ayo, if he cheated, he didn't mean it
And I don't trick on bitches, what's the reason
I'm Ben Wallace with the Pistons, you getting straight D bitch
Im an NBA Champion first team all defense
We grocery shopping bitch, you getting Aldi
You getting all D
I'm Ben Wallace with the pistons
You getting all D, bitch

Written by:
Alonzo Brunn

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