Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
J.P
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
F*ck livin' in the skies like I ain't stay alive
When I'm outside, I got a nine, yeah, I'm afraid to die
Won't let a nigga get up on me, momma be surprised
I got it, get it for the homies, did it for the gods
Won't let my other hand up with my hand on
You got a bag, that's your bra, lil' bet, put your mans on
I'll give respect to lil' Benji, been through that damn storm
I'll give respect to lil' Benji, been through that damn storm
Shit, I can't relate
If I got it, then you starving, give you food off my plate
And when shit get real, you know you got somewhere to stay
Shit, we might be up tomorrow, feel like that shit one mile away
I just gotta put my codes right, this shit gon' be okay for me
I was taught you gotta play the hand that you was dealt with
Know a lot of niggas, they be grinding, yeah, they so fed
Know a lot of niggas, they be grinding, yeah, they so fed
I know I lost it all before, when they got it back
Went through yo' dad, be the hood, they know I'm good, that's where I'm at
Shit, I got different numbers, I bring it to you, hit my J
And I ain't get it from my momma, off the block, this shit a trap
They say I'ma grow now, so I gotta do it on my own now
I told my momma, I swear to God, I wish I'd slow down
And I'm missing cannon every day, I'm getting old now
And I'm missing cannon every day, I'm getting old now
F*ck living in the skies, I gotta stay alive
When I'm outside, I gotta die, yeah, I'm afraid to die
Won't let a nigga get up on me, momma, be surprised
I gotta get it for the homies, did it for the guys
Won't let my other hand know what my hand doing
You got a bag, that's your brother, bet put your mans on
I give respect to lil' Benji, been through that damn storm
I give respect to lil' Benji, been through that damn storm
I give respect to lil' Benji, been through that damn storm
