I’d be senseless 
If I didn’t use my senses
Acting all pretentious
***thoughts of grandeur’s
For pretenders
I’m authentic
Replicas’ll meet 
Their ending
I’m a end my day
Counting money
***While my dicks 
Entering faces
Of bitches 
Who use to
Not want me
Now they all 
Up on me
Could it be
The car they see
Cuz back then
They would just 
Ignore me
Now they wanna
***Hop in the passenger
Acting hot
And Horny 

More money
More problems
Mister Wallace
Tried to warn me

Gangsters 
Move in silence
Perpetrators
On the net is corny

I’m your royal 
Highness 
Y’all behind us
On the road
To glory

All my niggaz
Grinders
Who careless
About your
Hustling stories

***We was getting cake..

Up in 
808

Several times a day
Flying up and down
The interstate

While you
Was playing 2k
We accumulated
2k in cash

Smoking gas
Celebrating life
We couldn’t help
But laugh

At all you niggaz
Sitting on your ass
Up in ya mother’s pad 

Been through
Hell and back
Living the life
That You would love
To have

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Prosper Benjamin