i figured it out

shoutout broken becasue i said his name in the song
shoutout manki because hes blorean
shoutout funny because he has his hater blockers on
shoutout mo$h for no reason
shoutout c4pri because im the black version

[dime}

(alot of stutters)

im who these niggas wna be (uhhhhhh)
talk down on the gang we gon but yo ass to sleep
niggas say they hate me but they still up on my meat
bitch im rly up true religion on my jeans (jeans)

uh uh a a a
bitch im rly 
a a a
i- i- i dont give a
a a a
shootin bullets better 
uuuu- uuuuu-
uh uh a a a
ur money lookin 
a a a
bitch u- bitch u out of 
a a a
me and @imsg hit a 
aa- aa- aa- aa-

bitch im wit the gang we gon slide
nigga u a- niggas u a bitch i hope u die
a a a a
talkin down u r not that guy
if he talkin crazy we gon send him to the sky

SKYYYYY
RUNNIN UP THAT CHECK RUN IT TO THE
SKYYYYY
RUNNIN UP THAT CHECK RUN IT TO THE
SKYYYYY
RUNNIN UP THAT CHECK RUN IT TO THE
SKYYYYY
RUNNIN UP THAT CHECK RUN IT TO THE

[1crusafix]

Oh my god, god, god,
yea u talk, talk, talk
me and dime yea we skirting on da block
uh-uh-uhuhuh
b-b-b-bitch im smokin gas now im coughin
c-call me funny cuz im goin fuckin shoppin

got a fuckin glocky wit a (uhh), give u static 
yea i shot yo brodie jus 4 fun, need a medic 
yea u betta mf run, like its practice,
like its practice
like its practice

[dime]

im who these niggas wna be (uhhhhhh)
talk down on the gang we gon but yo ass to sleep
niggas say they hate me but they still up on my meat
bitch im rly up true religion on my jeans (jeans)

uh uh a a a
bitch im rly 
a a a
i- i- i dont give a
a a a
shootin bullets better 
uuuu- uuuuu-
uh uh a a a
ur money lookin 
a a a
bitch u- bitch u out of 
a a a
me and @imsg hit a 
aa- aa- aa- aa- 

(youngster jack reference)

cotton

##wannabe

##wannabe w/1crusafix (tonycomputerlove x fumiko)

i got signed out my main acc so we back here (rip the crusey follow)

prod @14106lyn
😢
im sorry if i wronged any of u or if u dont like my music my fault bro

ion wanna talk bout dat night
yeah i knew dat u was right
but im still gon deny it yea
yea u switching up like a table

when i first saw u thought dis shit was fable
now unable
and im losing all my trust
dont think ill pick it up

nga yea i had enough
yea i dont bluff
if i said it shit its tough
yea i been living rough

getting high and feeling dumb
no i cant pay the price
got a switch upon my right
yea u better say goodnight

i cant do shit right
always fuck up everytime
no i cant even lie now
im in love with the music

ion think ill choose it
niggas always bruising
yea yall say it bad but like
bitch i thought we coolin?

why u gotta switch on a hoe cus u losing
thought i loved u.
ion mean to cut u
but u know i got too

and im sorry for the pain dat i cause u
i would of loved u
yea i would of loved to
when u thought they yo homie

they all switching up
yea u said i made u proud
like nigga wtf.
running outta love

keep my circle small no cuff
its all building up
i was tough once now im lost


fable (14106lyn)

The REAL Creepypasta Anthem 2017
Produced, Written & Recorded by Benjahmen

Lyrics:

2017 the way I'm spinning now
Too much fucking money in my pockets feel like Imma drown
I aint tryna fucking blow up I like it underground
I be fucking dripped out in ice you cant even count yuh
On my creepypasta shit I feel like I'm Ben Drowned
I cannot ball for shit, put me on the bench now
Even if I'm in London I'm still counting up those pounds
I do not fuck with bitches I do not fuck with clowns

That boy got the same swag as a fucking flea
You are not the same as me you standing at my feet
Why u acting like a puppy always begging for them treats

Off the pack got me looking like Benjahmen.exe
All this gas in my eyes im so high cant even see yuh
I be spitting that shit boy let me preach yuh
I be sticking with my bro just like a leech yuh

I be dropping all this shit I let em eat yuh
Feel like ecco2k, popping e yuh

2017 the way I'm spinning now
Too much fucking money in my pockets feel like Imma drown
I aint tryna fucking blow up I like it underground
I be fucking dripped out in ice you cant even count yuh
On my creepypasta shit I feel like I'm Ben Drowned
I cannot ball for shit, put me on the bench now
Even if I'm in London I'm still counting up those pounds
I do not fuck with bitches I do not fuck with clowns

Red dot on his nose got him looking like a clown
If you talking shit then you gotta bounce
In the crib and I'm geeking off an ounce
I be rocking all these brands that I still cannot pronounce
I cannot drop for shit loggin on my alt account

Creepypasta

Ben Drowned

prod byttt

feat @zura32

https://open.spotify.com/album/4qxJYWIsTMrgKJ8bVVDcZk?si=Xh3yYAqwRUSEKKYLi9AdqA

lyrics soon

OUT MY WAY (feat. Zura)

talk to me with wyatt + iumi prod me

perobug - won't be back

perobug - what i said

Happy Birthday Me
Prod me, Samples https://soundcloud.com/benjahmenw/june19th

[Lyrics]
How you say you like my song if you turning down the bass
I be going to the bank you know the money's what I chase
I be rolling up whatever just to get a fucking taste
Yeah its real, how you hear my song and standing still

Yuh, Gucci on my back, no way its real, yuh
Id rather kill myself than sign a deal, yeah, fuck
The WWW the way I'm getting to that Dub
Shawty shake it like a Foto know I gotta turn it up

When I'm steppin in I blow the fucking place up
If you talking shit I rub it in your face yuh
Bad ass bitch she always thinking I'm gon chase her
I'm so fly lil bitch I don't need no more makeup
If you catch me on that beat that shit is case closed
Why would I stop at gettin dollars I get pesos
I be doing this with ease, I do it eyes closed
I do whatever it takes, I'd fucking sell my soul

I'd do it all again
I'm a whole different person up on the gram
I got 99 bands don't get it twisted man
That's a lie I got birthday money up in my hand
Birthday money up in my hands
???

Bitch
Yuh, I feel like Fetty Wap (1738)
Its an eye for an eye, yo bitch you better stop
I'm going hard, until I hit the wall
You know I be going hard until I get that call
I be getting turnt up in the fucking mall
I just really wanna fucking ball
I just really wanna fucking ball
I just really wanna fucking ball

When I'm steppin in I blow the fucking place up
If you talking shit I rub it in your face yuh
Bad ass bitch she always thinking I'm gon chase her
I'm so fly lil bitch I don't need no more makeup
If you catch me on that beat that shit is case closed
Why would I stop at gettin dollars I get pesos
I be doing this with ease I do it eyes closed
I do whatever it takes, I'd fucking sell my soul

Kaboosh

Blow It Up

prod ; @bleednnn
mxx + master ; @616juggn
lyric;;
nngga talk down but my gunz rly lethal
we gon catch em @ the door we sndin bulletz thru his peep hole
i aint dappin nnggas up ion rly fw ppl
uu cannot get around me lil nngga idk u

off tha x yuh a nngga wna flex upp
shawty wna tap n cos im gettin $$z uh
flx flx flx flx flxx onmy xx yuh

t-t-t-t-@tumblrdotcom up nxt yuh
stumble 2 da party jus 2 say wsp
n itz 2 inna mornin && im feelin so stuck
i was trippnn i was trippnn i was trippnnn (idkhowmanytimes)

cnt trust all i got is maself && my bros
steady livin gaf bout any of these hhoes
on som rs i been on sum chill ssht
if a nngga wylin we can up the killswitch

n im trippnnn i was trippnn i was trippnn i ain sharinn i ain sharinn i ain sharinn
they dnt kno wha i been thru , wouldnt evn b there
ffukt up on da drugz bru i wouldnt even b here

talk to me with wyatt + iumi prod me

xurco

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