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I had to stack up my benjiz x2
Yo own people be talking down hey fugg them lil ninjas.
I had to stack up my benjiz x2
Stayed away for a min, now I'm that I'm up go hard on these ninjas.
I had to stack up my benjiz x4
Swear when you go through the struggle that shit will make you relentless. I had to stack up my benjiz
Apply a lil pressure go hard gotta get it. Stayed out the way for a min handle my business. Cleansing my soul of the negative shit that was in me. Had to replenish yea I had to replenish pocket was hurting shout out to my people yea who really fugg with me. I took control had to get it, gff bout that shit I don't play. Paid in full we need plenty can't be confined to the struggle living off change. Stack the change up watch it change up, add up them digits them commas gon come. I be damned if I don't King up on these bishes wasn't born to be a pawn. I just want some create me a heaven fulfill some shit nowadays ain't no telling. Cause even the good die young tough situations got these ninjas acting rebellious. Seeking some leverage stay to myself God family funds until no breath is left. Friends turned to family loyalty all I need honesty big on those things. Get out n Hustle bra do what you do, stick to the grind stack up the loot. Make some moves in silence foo these fugg ninjas tryna detect ya move. X2
I had to stack up my benjiz x2
Yo own people be talking down hey fugg them lil ninjas.
I had to stack up my benjiz x2
Stayed away for a min, now I'm that I'm up go hard on these ninjas.
I had to stack up my benjiz x4
Swear when you go through the struggle that shit will make you relentless. I had to stack up my benjiz
Apply a lil pressure go hard gotta get it. Commas lil ninja the family need it my ninja, mathematicians we add it up then divide it that simple. No number 1 we all equal, Fasho I'm my brothers keeper. I spot the fakes then I weed em out disconnect myself with em. Most ninjas straight bishes if you ask me, treat ya girl like shit praise somebody with a dick. Trapped in the closet Robert Kelly, but in public on some fake asz tough boy shit. To my stomach shit make me sick, I can't deal foreal foreal. Surrounded with some positive ninjas who won't fold and gon keep it trill. Dollars over problems, you do good for yourself they gon hate ya. So anyways fugg em all just get paid, God first fam second money last tell myself this shit everyday. Get out n Hustle bra do what you do, stick to the grind stack up the loot. Make some moves in silence foo these fugg ninjas tryna detect ya move. X2