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G-Money Benjamin

Let em know

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Let em know was released on August 2, 2025 by GMB Records LLC as a part of the album BAD DRiLL - EP

Song Details

AlbumBAD DRiLL - EP

Release DateAugust 2, 2025

LabelGMB Records LLC

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM69

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

G-Money Benjamin

G-Money Benjamin

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Georges Amilcar

Georges Amilcar

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

X Pat

Producer

Lyrics

Let em know we ain't playin', we ain't caring', we ain't staying

Chop your brain to lo mein, let em feel this pain

Yeah we did it for the fame, don't you ever mention my name

Before my goons jump on the stage, let you feel this rage

Let em know we ain't playin', we ain't caring, we ain't staying

Chop your brain to lo mein, let em feel this pain

Yeah we did it for the fame, don't you ever mention my name

Before my goons jump on stage, and let you feel this rage

Pappi chulo, I be poppin', in the streets no stoppin'

Glock 19 we cockin', Brains in the floor we moppin'

36 Grand we shoppin', starz BMF we watchin'

Curtis Jackson we clockin', Kodak Black no flockin'

On every corner we mobbin'

Anybody got problems we slappin'

Too many goons on platoons we captin'

Strictly facts, no cappin'

Let em know we ain't actin'

Too many ghosts actin' like St. Patrick

Too many hoes in the streets we be mackin'

And they still expect you to buy shit

No flocking

Let em know we ain't playin', we ain't caring', we ain't staying

Chop your brain to lo mein, let em feel this pain

Yeah we did it for the fame, don't you ever mention my name

Before my goons jump on the stage, let you feel this rage

Let em know we ain't playin', we ain't caring, we ain't staying

Chop your brain to lo mein, let em feel this pain

Yeah we did it for the fame, don't you ever mention my name

Before my goons jump on stage, and let you feel this rage

How we turn this money legal

Make it take off like the Migos Always feeding our people

Never drop to zero we from the same place but ain't equal

From the same hood but I left though Left your ass in a bandos

All the homies ain't your friends though

Some would curve your back like a camel

Toast leave you open like a sandal

Kerry Washington, scandal

First bank account held a bando

We left the shoe box to our mans though

Money come and goes, but your friends don't

Make the shit count cause the feds won't

Make the shit count cause the feds won't

For your grandsons

Let em know we ain't playin', we ain't caring', we ain't staying

Chop your brain to lo mein, let em feel this pain

Yeah we did it for the fame, don't you ever mention my name

Before my goons jump on the stage, let you feel this rage

Let em know we ain't playin', we ain't caring, we ain't staying

Chop your brain to lo mein, let em feel this pain

Yeah we did it for the fame, don't you ever mention my name

Before my goons jump on stage, and let you feel this rage

Written by: Georges Amilcar

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