Benji BadAss - Show 'Em

They say home is where the heart at
Where my scars at
Hit decline every time never called back
We went nights with no lights
I recall that
Always putting up a fight what you call that
Mama call it hard headed
Daddy think I know it all
I just knew to stand tall
When it ain't no room to fall
You can't let a nigga step
And put yo back against the wall
Foe touch screen was a thing
Knew I would be making calls
Manifest
No 828 I can attest that it's way to late for regrets
And I much rather accept the path to success is full of test
I'll fuck the game up like I'm erect blow the whistle I'm the ref
Been cooking like I'm the chef still treating bitches like the vet
But they never was my pets hoes be snake and in my face
Man all that fake shit you coulda kept
Cause I'm good without it man you shoulda never doubted me
If you was talking down then now you got to see
Fuck the jets and baguettes that ain't the reason I'm working
This shit bigger than Benji I'm breaking family curses
I'm doing shit that they ain't never did
Going places they ain't never been
This the mother fucking reckoning
I'm heaven sent man I'm something so benevolent
But ain't no need to speak on what's already evident
So show em what you got
Cause when you from the bottom only way is to the top
My story to tell so I guess I might as well right now you going through hell
But why the fuck is you gone stop
And never let the people try and tell you what you not
Cause if you giving in then you giving up your spot
Your story to tell so I guess you might as well right now you going through hell
But why the fuck is you gone stop
It's the struggle but it's beauty in it
Cause if I never had to struggle I'd be truly different
I'm thankful and grateful god for the plateful
And I use to wonder why but who else could've did it
So that's why he chose me from the concrete rose me
So stop acting like a bitch know me
To a hoe I'm John Doe ask the bitch when quando
Can't even look me in the eyes blindfold
Same question why they acting like they know me though
They call me Benji Badass now
Still a whoop a hoe like Antionio
Fuck that wrist watch going Tic-Toc bitch I came from flip flops
And walking to the corner store
Real gutta shit real gutta shit
I put the city on my back cause I love the shit
Gone put the city on the map and that's just what it is
Niggas hating but I got it out the mud lil bitch
So show em what you got
Cause when you from the bottom only way is to the top
My story to tell so I guess I might as well right now you going through hell
But why the fuck is you gone stop
And never let the people try and tell you what you not
Cause if you giving in then you giving up your spot
Your story to tell so I guess you might as well right now you going through hell
But why the fuck is you gone stop

Written by:
David Washington

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