Top Songs By Ben Kenobe
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ben Kenobe
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Brooks
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stoic
Producer
Lyrics
**** crossing eyes and they dotting tees
That's a metaphor for **** bleed, then they fall asleep
They body hit the ground like autumn leaves when them bullets spring
Shells be hot as summer time, but flesh turn to winter breeze
That's cold, ****
I'm a cold ****
I'm a gold ****
I'm da G.O.A.T., ****
Not a game, it ain't nothing sweet
You know I keep a flame, a couple thangs in them dungarees
So whether DC is frozen or not, know I come with heat
I guess my city raised me well
Growing up was crazy hell
On the block where Cain would sell
There the cops, they came, we bail
I ain't tryna see no jail
Naw, I ain't tryna see no cell
I ain't tryna see that place
Been hustling since the age of eight
Papa told me I'd be great
Mama taught me say my grace
Mama gave it all she had
We was poor but always ate
Now look at my mama's pad
Thanking God that now we straight
'Cause living off Rhode Island Ave
This coulda went a different way
Fuck you mean?
Off wading through holy water, this holy war
**** fake, wanna show me love, but they soul ain't pure
It's give and take, I know it now, I ain't know before
I'm feeling great, I'm Nosferatu down to the core
Written by: Nick Brooks