Benz - Mozzy

Whats poppin with baby you go bananas

You the type of bitch a nigga take to his nana

The hooker slid off I sat it down for a hammer

But I ain’t trippin I got broads in Atlanta

Contaminated Fanta and that dope got me noddin off

Your last nigga was a bum baby knock it off

Syringe, hot spoon, and a cotton swab

I learned how to push hop before I got a job

Swear I love the squad like my mama kids

Become accustomed to the killin when you come from this

Why would you try to tell me that the love exist?

When you know it ain’t genuine What kind of love is this?

It feel good I can finally pay my mother rent

She the only one that could tell you where that first hundred went

Still putting on for the niggas I had to struggle with

Same niggas I cop 50 bubbles and hustle with

All I ever wanted was a Benz

Took a chunk to the lot like give me this

Then I turned around and did the yucky to my wrist

Thumbing thru a quarter M, bitch I been on my shit

(On my shit yeah)

My lifestyle mani how could you blame me baby

Holding conversations with God like «could you save me maybe?'

Grew up on 380s we been playing with lately

I’m in the field like free safety but free the gang

It’s Oak Park on bloods my niggas bleed the same

Got a text message from mama that say «you need to change»

Bought the whole thing for my youngin and told him «keep the change»

Facials get rearranged when the yicki bang

But I care for the clicka or suffa feed the gang

Peep the slang, the «ism» is on some other shit

You gotta bounce out with the yicki Fuck all that tuckin' shit

And it’s okay to love the bitch Baby run it in

Santa Rosa, 7 days, rubber band another 10

100 band another 100 band fuck you mean nigga

Gangstas at the table with silverware finna eat, nigga

All I ever wanted was a Benz

Took a chunk to the lot like give me this

Then I turned around and did the yucky to my wrist

Thumbing thru a quarter M, bitch I been on my shit

(On my shit yeah)