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Dave East - Benefits (Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Composer
Abraham Orellana
Abraham Orellana
Composer
Marcus Rucker
Marcus Rucker
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
Motif Alumni
Motif Alumni
Producer
Mike 'Kuz' Kuzoian
Mike 'Kuz' Kuzoian
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Uh-uh Uh, uh Uh-uh, uh-uh Don't come around me for benefits Don't come around me for benefits Don't come 'round me for benefits (uh) My man's said he rap, Tried to play me a song, but I really wasn't feelin' it (not really) If you my brother, Been here since the gutter, I'm not on no stingy shit (my nigga) Expectin' me to put some paper behind him, he came 'round for benefits Locked in on my target, just know if I start it, nigga, I'ma finish it Don't come around me for benefits, from the dirt, I got a membership Most of these niggas illiterate, They nervous, just look at 'em tremblin' (brr) I know you just tryna benefit (I know) You kinda skinny, your friend is thick (uh) Empty my bitches and dub all the friendly shit, dope color cinnamon I knew a nigga came 'round me for benefits I put my last up, he ain't put a penny in I had bitch from the Bronx that look Indian I sign my name on a check worth a million I can feel it if you come 'round for benefits Rude as fuck, I will not be no gentlemen I talk to god 'cause I know I'ma sin again Soldiers around me and all of them militant (all of 'em) Off of me you will not benefit (nah) I threw it up 'cause I've been a Crip (Crip) Package the product and send it in (send it in) Don't matter the pistol, I get it in (uh) Survivin' these streets, lost my innocence (uh) Just tryna have more cake than intimates, niggas want benefits I really hustled out tenantless (uh), I hated the crib I was livin' in (hated it) Everyday losin', we didn't win Police got a list, I got picked again (picked again) If you went got it and got out the projects That's fire, my nigga, just make sure your niggas win (make sure) You in the club, make sure you get your niggas in Pussy was good, so she might just get hit again (aye) Benefits They come around me for benefits (that all) I'm tryna stack, never been this rich (uh) You talk 'bout your corner, I'm bendin' it (err) We outside servin' like Wimbledon (servin') I done lost count of my women friends Lied to God, said I won't sin again Keep 'em away, they can't benefit (away) Benefits (benefits) They come around me for benefits (that all) I'm tryna stack, never been this rich (uh) You talk 'bout your corner, I'm bendin' it (skrrt) We outside servin' like Wimbledon (servin') I done lost count of my women friends Lied to God, said I won't sin again Keep 'em away, they can't benefit My unc' was a smoker, He really tried to sell my Sega Genesis (true story) I was tryna play Sonic, It's ironic he looked at me like a benefit (benefit) I don't remember bein' innocent (nah), The homie died, we gettin' lit again (lit again) Mama stressin' 'bout the rent again (Mama), I was tryna get some Timberlands Henny had me pissy, I would bag up the Missy and Timberland, never took Ritalin (never) Tried to say I was crazy But I just went and bought a Mercedes, I feel like a kid again (six hunnid) Get caught with a brick that's a penalty Cuzzo call me from the pen' again (pen' again) Write all of this shit in my head I might not use a pen again, stop tryna benefit (stop) All of that shit that you see in the movies, I'm livin' it I get the rock, I'ma dribble it My youngins shootin' on some Reggie Miller shit If it was an Audi, I did a Hilfiger fit Fuck goin' to class, we 'bout to skip again (fuck that) Homies dyin', I can't take a pic with them Foreign shits, they probably gon' see me whippin' it Watch how you talk on them phones They be listenin' (they be listenin', shh) You said that's your shooter, he feminine (pussy) A murder turn up my adrenaline We gon' leave out the same way we enter in (same way) I just left Elliot, this shit got my body shiverin' (brr) How you don't like me? Whenever you see me, you ask for a pic again (you ask for a pic again) Picture me rollin', it make niggas mad, I'm countin' them dividends (count it up) In love with these franklins When I wake up, I'm surrounded by Benjamin's (blue faces) Don't fall in love with them bitches 'Cause I know the nigga that's pimpin' them (I know 'em) My plug is Dominican, I won't be late on the rent again Benefits (benefits) I'ma live like a prince A fuckin' black prince Yeah, this is the life Why you want my life? Why not come get it with me? (Why?) Why you tellin' niggas I'm your Brother, knowin' you wanna clip me? (Why?) Why you never went hard? Why I'm the blame for all your failures? (Why?) Why you look so depressed? Shooter told me you was jealous (why?) Why we never talk the way we did before I had this paper? (Why?) Why you went from being my main nigga to a average hater? (Why?) Life is filled with obstacles, why we gotta live here? (Why?) Why the water gotta be cold? Why all these little kids here? (Why?) For the times we ran out of liquor, half my niggas spilled beer (Why?) Why the fuck is you on my line talkin' 'bout what I owe you? (Why?) I've known you almost a decade, now I don't want to know you (Why?) Cuzzo said, "I got some new hammers I wanted to show you" We never stop, just shake it off, this is the shit we go through I reminisce on times, on dime sales Mac called me from down block Loco just took five shots, I'm high watchin' Seinfeld Finessin', sell you anything to make a profit We finessin', they might be on our phone so change the topic Finessin', niggas rob they own brother in my projects No confessions, tell the cops I'm dyin' with this knowledge Finessin', sell you anything to make a profit We finessin', they might be on our phone so change the topic Finessin', we know we don't but actin' like we got it No confessions, tell the cops I'm dyin' with this knowledge No confessions, tell the cops I'm dyin' with this knowledge No confessions, tell the cops I'm (tell the cops
Writer(s): Abraham Orellana, Marcus Fitzgerald Jr. Rucker, David Brewster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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