Testo Benefits - Dave East
Testo della canzone Benefits (Dave East), tratta dall'album Karma 3 (Deluxe)
I look at you and
I just, I just
I look at you and
I just, I just
Don't come around me for benefits
My mid-city raps tried to play me a
Song but I really wasn't feeling it
If you my brother been here since the gutter I'm not on no stingy shit
Expecting me to put some paper behind him he came 'round for benefits
Locked in on my target just know if I start it nigga I'ma finish it
Don't come around me for benefits
From the dirt I got a membership
Most of these niggas illiterate
They nervous just look at 'em trembling
I know you just tryna benefit
You kinda skinny your friend is thick
Empty my bitches it's done for the friendly shit
Dope color cinnamon
I know a nigga came 'round me for benefits
I put my last up he ain't put a penny in
I had a bitch from the Bronx that looked Indian
I signed my name on a check worth a million
I can feel it if you come 'round for benefits
Cold as fuck I will not be no gentleman
I talk to God 'cause I know I'ma sin again
Soldiers around me and all of 'em militant
Off of me you will not benefit
I throw it up 'cause I been a Crip
Packets of product and sending that
Don't matter the pistol I get it in
Surviving these streets lost my innocence
Just tryna have more cake than Intimates
Niggas want benefits
I really hustled out sinning this
I hated the crib I was living in
Every day losing we didn't win
Police got a list I got picked again
If you ain't got it and got out the projects that's
Fire my nigga just make sure your niggas win
You in the club make sure you get your niggas in
Pussy was good so she might just get hit again
Benefits
They come around me for benefits
I'm tryna stack never been this rich
You talk 'bout your corner I been in it
We outside serving like Wimbledon
I done lost count of my women friends
Lied to God said I won't sin again
Keep 'em away they can't benefit
Benefits
They come around me for benefits
I'm tryna stack never been this rich
You talk 'bout your corner I been in it
We outside serving like Wimbledon
I done lost count of my women friends
Lied to God said I won't sin again
Keep 'em away they can't benefit
My uncle's a smoker he really tried to sell my Sega Genesis
I was tryna play Sonic it's ironic he looked at me like a benefit
I don't remember being innocent
The homie died we getting lit again
Mama stressing 'bout the rent again
I was tryna get some Timberlands
Henny had me pissy I would back up to Missy in Timberlands
Never took Ritalin
Tried to say I was crazy but I just went
Bought a Mercedes I felt like a kid again
Get caught with a brick that's a penalty
Cuzzo called me from the pen again
Write all of this shit in my head I might not use a pen again
Stop tryna benefit
All of that shit that you see in the movies I'm living it
I get the rock I'ma dribble it
My youngins shooting on some Reggie Miller shit
If it wasn't naughty I did a Hilfiger fit
Fuck going to class we 'bout to skip again
Homies dying I can't take a pic with them
Foreign shit surprised to see me whipping it
Watch how you talk on them phones they be listening
You said that your shooter he feminine
A murder turn up my adrenaline
We gon' leave out the same way we enter in
I just left Elliot this shit got my body shivering
Why you don't like me whenever you see me you ask for a pic again
Picture me rolling it make niggas mad I'm counting up dividends
In love with these Franklins when I
Wake up I'm surrounded by Benjamins
Don't fall in love with them bitches '
Cause I know the nigga that's pimping 'em
My plug is Dominican I won't be late on the rent again
Benefits
They come around me for benefits
I'm tryna stack never been this rich
You talk 'bout your corner I been in it
We outside serving like Wimbledon
I done lost count of my women friends
Lied to God said I won't sin again
Keep 'em away they can't benefit
Benefits
They come around me for benefits
I'm tryna stack never been this rich
You talk 'bout your corner I been in it
We outside serving like Wimbledon
I done lost count of my women friends
Lied to God said I won't sin again
Keep 'em away they can't benefit
Why you want my life why not come get it with me
Why you telling niggas I'm your brother knowing you wanna clip me
Why you never went hard
Why I'm to blame for all your failures
Why you look so depressed
Shooter told me you was jealous
Why we never talk the way we did before I had this paper
Why you went from being my main nigga to an average hater
Life is filled with obstacles
Why we gotta live here
Why the water gotta be cold why all these little kids here
For the times we ran out of liquor half my niggas spilled beer
Why the fuck is you on my line talking 'bout what I owe you
I knew you almost a decade now I don't wanna know you
Cuzzo said I got some new hammers I want to show you
We never stop just shake it off this is the shit we go through
I reminisce on times on dime sales
Mac call me from down block
Loco just took five shots I'm high watching Seinfeld
Finesse it
Sell you anything to make a profit
We finesse it
They might be on our phone so change the topic
Finesse it
Niggas rob they own brother in my projects no confessions
Tell the cops I'm dying with this knowledge
Finesse it
Sell you anything to make a profit
We finesse it
They might be on our phone so change the topic
Finesse it
We know we don't but acting like we got it no confessions
Tell the cops I'm dying with this knowledge no confessions
Tell the cops I'm dying with this knowledge no confessions
Tell the cops
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