sample yeah bitch it s the king crown me like im prince hakeem these niggas talkin sideways like they gon lynch my team bitches throw the pussy thinking they gon spend my cream these hoes can t even get the lint that s sitting in my jeans tec in the church i bet they want the second it burst my white bitch a dead head so i get neck in the hearse get it such into hootie swag pistol in the gucci bag old tray eight handle covered up with the louie rag praise the lord benton 9 11 porsche spinning wine from italy pop corks with divorced women send a prayer to all incarcerated scarfaces niggas turn to track star when the narcs chase us god shining like for brothers stuck in dark places rodents in the yard get shanked up with sharp razors gators fit me like the pimp of the year i throw a nigga off the plane and watch him flip from the labels raping niggas started waking niggas bitch i came for dinner i watch these rappers turn to bitches like they kaitlyn jenner i need a bitch with a kardashian ass hit that ass flat she better have kardashian cash when i smash why these bitches wanna crash in the pad i got money to make bitch you better grab you a cab salute to staten island weapon in my army jacket linin grim reaper marking all these corny faggots rhyming motherfucker we don t show no love to enemies no mercy for those who wanna see they end of me head is the bread it s the perfect recipe count my blessing every night before i sleep cause i m the one i m the one i m the one i m the one ladies rub your titties if you love hip hop i give a bitch the world if she know how to ride a stiff cock gucci ski mask i make the coward run his wristwatch og kush inside the ziplock we bout to twist pac grady baby poverty make me crazy loan and disabilities mama could hardly raise me my niggas like a chemist in the kitchen these bitches acting different and they feelings you don t fuck with mr benton expensive mix puking liquor in the kitchen sink gold on my teeth i make these peasants kiss these feet everything i drop is fire i dont miss a beat i m out in cali with my nigga flick twist and keith my niggas hustle cuz they job don t care for feelings im with your bm in the caiman islands parasailing gold on me like rick the ruler i get the moolah niggas plottin i lift the tool up and and split medullas boogeyman benton rappers better run from the bully click click blaow told that nigga to catch me outside i m negan with lucille i m bout to bash out his eyes still eastside drugs got my brain refried it s that wu killer shit swarming out the beehive i bring the motherfucking ruckus let the stainless touch em these niggas softer than the center of a danish muffin  we don t show no love to enemies no mercy for those who wanna see they end of me head is the bread it s the perfect recipe count my blessing every night before i sleep cause i m the one i m the one i m the one i m the one