Benji Finesse - Back Then

I remember the late calls was tragic
Bodies laid out wit the plastic
Crazy shit wouldn't imagine
And that's when I turned to a savage
Now jugging finessing a habit
Work disappears call it magic
Just hit up my phone and I bag it
The shit is not cheap bitch I'm taxing
Coming up from the bottom a young nigga struggle I swear I didn't have it
Remember back on the block was with Rari late night in the room we was bagging
Just flip it back hit the trap and I get that shit back
Take the profit and I stash it
But where was you when I had nothing now I got guap but back then I didn't have shit
But Where Was You When I Didn't Have Shit
But Where Was You When I Needed The Grip
But Where Was You When I Was Takin Trips
State To State On The Road Hitting Licks
And Where Was You When They Got Me For Bricks
Where Was You When They Came The Pounds
Masked Up Five Niggas Ran Down
Nigga Had The Draco Wit hundred Rounds
I Remember The Late Calls Was Tragic
Niggas Caught Me Up In Traffic
Niggas Caught Benji Was Lacking
They Took All My Green Took My Cabbage
That Shit Made Me Turn To A Savage
I Got Off My Ass Hit The Trap Man
Throw In All My Stash And Bagged It
I Cop The Glock It's Automatic
I Cock Back The Semi And Blast It
Cause I Heard Some Niggas Want Static
I Make Em Disappear Like Magic
Shells On The Scene Lookin Tragic
Lil Benji Causing So Much Havoc
The Price Going Up Bitch Im Taxing
Lil Benji Always Bring Them Racks Man
Lil Benji Always Bring Them Racks Man
A Nigga Gon' Run Up Them Racks Man
Left Neimans I'm walking in Saks man
I'm Chasing the band's like I'm Pac man
Sending work thru the phones bitch I'm faxing
You disrespect I get to clapping
No talking don't do the jaw flapping
I remember the late calls was tragic
I remember back then I ain't have it
I remember the late calls was tragic
Bodies laid outwit the plastic
Crazy shit wouldn't imagine
And that's when I turned to a savage
Now jugging finessing a habit
Work disappears call it magic
Just hit up my phone and I bag it
The shit is not cheap bitch I'm taxing
I remember the late calls was tragic
Bodies laid out with the plastic
Crazy shit wouldn't imagine
And that's when I turned to a savage
Now jugging finessing a habit
Work disappears call it magic
Just hit up my phone and I bag it
The shit is not cheap bitch I'm taxing
Coming up from the bottom a young nigga struggle I swear I didn't have it
Remember back on the block was with Rari late night in the room we was bagging
Just flip it back hit the trap and I get that shit back
Take the profit and I stash it
But where was you when I had nothing now I got guap but back then I didn't have shit

Written by:
Darryl Raiford

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