Benarr C - FAMILY TREE

Before we had money, we was tryna make money
Before we had shawties, we was tryna be funny (Clown)
We came from the trenches, we still nothing regardless
Can't bring this to the grave, that's the problem I promise
All this hard work, without no instructions
All this hard work can't be for assumptions
All this hard work, make my life worse
The regain, I feel pain, can't trust her
Depression, Kurt Cobain, my answer
More stress your new curse, ya life's done
Don't feel like I owe you, ya chance gone
You was never with me, bunch of randoms

Ya was getting benzes, I was broke homie
Can't call ya my friends, ya don't really know me
A bunch tears falling, like I'm cutting onions
I was cooking in the kitchen with my cousin
He played ball, I made music, that's cool
6'3, He ruthless, when cooking stew
We ain't got the tools, man we really screwed
Haters looking at us, calling us some fools
No one giving up, that's the only rule
I make it, vice versa, y'all making it too
Haters always laughing, let them laugh it out
Soon as we go make it, they gon' follow routes
Turn into a follower, I know that cute
You was hating on me, now you changing words
It ain't criticism when you tryna hurt
Tryna break my wings, but I'll always fly
Dreams is touching ceilings, reaching to the sky
I ain't got no feelings, you could say it all
Cause everything I do, they finna hate Benarr
I ain't no crowd pleaser, I suggest you knew
Ima continue talking that's the way I move
Ima continue growing, tryna grow my roots
Growing the family tree, tryna bear some fruits
Building me a nation, that's what Ima do

(It's more where that came from)
(It's BC, Benarr C, TRUTH, ya already know how we do man)

Written by:
Berinsky Francois

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