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letra de madiba$ and benjamin$ - malik

[ verse 1 ]

white corsa whipping the kasi with my ouens
looking like some drug dealers
yeah we got the finest kinders
you know our figures up
uzzi’d up, my tekkies up
putting all my n-ggas up
we chasing cream we fired up
we too young to be amo’d up
look at what they did to us
get the profit, round it up
count it up then hide it up
dropping mixtapes run it up
we’re too real, we’re rounded up
ain’t gon’ be no follow up
if rapping doesn’t work out imma go sell dope in salvador
i’m in awe
by the way these n-ggas move
n-gga i’m so sick of you
all you got is punk n-ggas around you, calling that your crеw?
might just send my n-gga, he nine
to comе stick your crew
can tell by the things i spew
that we done been through the poo
but it never phased me n-gga
cause i am just bulletproof
i’m built different
and all their fakeness is my disinterest
if my raps burnt you
it was deliberate, uh
[ hook ]

i ain’t breaking the law, i was just bending it
i need madibas and the benjamins (hah)
i need madibas and the benjamins
i need madibas and the benjamins
i ain’t breaking the law, i was just bending it
i need madibas and the benjamins (hah)
i need madibas and the benjamins
the benja-benja-benja-benja-benjamins

[ verse 2 ]

my n-ggas been chilling
i’m ready for the drama
dirty tools in my view i wanna cause some trauma
my girl love me but i love them commas
i’m so sorry mama
for causing pain out of impulse
pretty n-gga but i’ll put a stop to your pulse
you on ig with your ratchet tryna pull a pose
but i don’t blame you n-ggas
if i wasn’t out hustling i’d probably do the same
i’m ‘bout the bag
money my middle name
these n-ggas all sound the same
i come from a rough storm and you come from a calm rain
these little n-ggas hating imma put them in their place
just like a pencil mark n-gga you gon’ get erased
locked up in a cage man it’s crooked how we raised
terrible life events just filled a young king with hate
but imma get up out this maze and make some stacks off rap
then reach a billy after that, uh
[ hook ]

[ verse 3 ]

robbing each other, we robin hood
blood on the streets, call it “little red riding hood”
only in this story, ain’t no gimmicks, we’re all wolves
i only speak the truth n-gga yeah like a king should
uh
wrong turn, horror story
kinda equates to my life cause it’s a horror story
in third grade i already had a thick shorty
money, power and respect
yeah i need the glory
mimosa days i was posted on the third storey
now i’m tryna make a change off of my story
let’s talk ownership and let’s talk equity
what’s it gonna take for us to finally see they’d rather us not to breathe?
i’m coming for what’s mine sweet child you wait and see
all this gangsta passion cause i am just a different breed
probably even one of the realist you will ever see
madibas and the benjamins we coming you wait and see
(volume 1)

- malik

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