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benefit - musical freedom lyrics

[talking]
ben hated (guy):
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
man, hey
check thi-, stop that lil’ shawty right there
stop lil’ shawty right there
(who, that lil’ girl over there?)
yeah, get her, yeah get here fa’ me

guy (girl):
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, come here gurl, hey, look here…
(i know you aint talkin to me)
hey, hey, shut up gurl, (what?!?! shut up?!?!)
hey, look here, look here, look here
my boy, ben hated, he… he wanna holla at you, (what?!?!) my boy…
(ben hated?!?! i see why his black -ss “been hated”,
look what y’all ridin in) what?
b-tch… m-th-f-ck… kick rocks, f-ck you!
-takes off, honking h-rn-
b-tch

[chorus]
steppin outta escalades & navigators
we makin it so they cant fade us (they cant fade us)
so we got to reach our goals
pushin platinum sellin gold (sellin gold)

steppin outta escalades & navigators
we makin it so they cant fade us (they cant fade us)
so we got to reach our goals
pushin platinum sellin gold (if you aint know)

[ben hated]
i stand here all night dressed like mo do’s
hustlin up outta four doors
candy caprices no mo’, escalades tw-nkin momo’s
who lookin, boy we is so pro, slow is just how we seem
yayo weighed up on beams, for geekers that wanna dream
that’s how i made my cream
with a down -ss hoe, and a down as scheme
and a down as team fulla down -ss n-gg-z that’s down for green
i see how y’all watch and wait, hope i decide to navigate late
dont run up wrong and meet your fate maker
long as i get your weight maker
they call me mr. bossy, molases paint silver glossy
f-ck what it cost me, i’m mr. flossy get the h-ll off me
ben hate bout g’s, ben hate ’bout multiplatinum cd’s
h-ll, hate bout grind, ben hate bout hustle, ben hate bout mine
steppin out this time, in aligators, glock for them haters
hollow tips so they cant fade us, big money makers
you see me on the seen so clean, black magic gleam
draped up in orange & blue (orange & blue), rollin wit’ my team

chorus

[re-re]
h-ll nah
h-ll it aint road, industry execs see me
guys leave, my flow be so lovely
comin through like the folks in the back door
see me, be like puffy gotta get the dough
gonna let me ride the track
seein how these folks be makin tha money stack
matter of fact cant call the cat
cause they chillin like a bad rat breakin off cheese like a kit-kat
now check that, the man with the rolex and the diamonds in his hand
girls in the club wanna holla cause they think he is the man
but i cant stand them pretty -ss b-tches and n-gg-z they gettin up on my nerves
and while they in my face, they actin fake, i’m kickin ’em to the curb
so what it concern, on whether i ball or stand on my own 2 feet
got you n-gg-z dislikin me , they cant get like me
i’m jumpin five b-tches, over five geeks
dont make no sense ’til you ask me
cause i’m on top, make you wanna have me
i’m just smoke a blunt, march 2 steps in front
cause haters aint never gon find me
try to put the mean mug on when i come around
n-gg- like you wanna give me a pound
but you comin at me like you brainy
talkin ’bout you just wanna be down
yeah right, n-gg- know you cant get wit’ re
so you better just have a seat
i’m on top my game, that’s why you know my name
i done hit that fame now what it’s gon be

chorus

ben hated:
wood grippin, henn sippin
pistol hold and pistol whippin
all lames that talk ’bout trickin
dump them thangs and get to dippin
type of n-gg-z, that slide all custom trucks
with the dubs, all chrome, grill bars, and them 2-colored cuts
pros, stand on the block, they nuts
sick of them thugs and cut-b-tts
jump in the ‘lac and shawty get cut
hop in the ‘gator woe’s get stuck, what’s up
these bustaz wanna try me, i pull they girl when they alk by me
leave ’em upset lookin mad, and dog, face lookin sad
i dont sweat these pros man, i lick these pros man
and i bent these pros, jump in the car with ballers on vogues
if you got a benz with them ends you cn freak out her friends
sent that tramp out to your partnaz lake, night shake the show stoppers
welcome to my game, i do this thang wit’ no shame
and if them folks ask, then tell ’em my name, mr. ghetto fame
i dont say no words just lay it back
let my girl hold on my strap
i dont trust these lames
i f-ckin crush these lames, touch these lames

chorus

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