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Ben Franks like a QB With a great line Sitting in the pocket Other motherfuckas need to stop it When I come through Nothing on me less than hunnid dollars Once I get into my season cut em off like buds of garlic Party with the knowledge Prolly with a bitch that's serving knowledge Never went to college Giving full rides I'm being honest Still in the city If you wanna see me To the ones that wanna be me Look at me Bitch the shit ain't really easy Growing up with nothing Turned it into something Tryna kill my fly like how this nigga buzzin' Green card for the lot skipping that discussion Had me hittin' bitches like this sampled beat percussion Say we head to head but never know concussion Got no competition I'm my competition So apocalyptic Strapped in a bimmer wished that Pac had did it Writing hieroglyphics Every time I'm spittin' Ruler on the paper like some inches Full of ill intentions Banks is in the house you'll think I'm renting With a bitch that know i always got the tab I like indenting High hopes With the banks Shoot the stars Got em missin' Top ropes Kiss the fans Shooting star Billy Kidman With enough paper for me to lay on Goat blood all in my body it's like Seance Niggas praying for the day i max out Only break the Banks take is when he get the cash out ATM