Lyric

I feel like a

Always god look at me in any case it

He give me anything If I want it

I can listening

Runnin' for the Benjamins

You see I'm a chasin'

You can't understand

Nigga I'm a blessing

Bitch

I'm runnin' up, Countin' up

Pussy nigga burn it up

Work hard and Play hard

I'm a Paper Chaser

No limit, Go get the money

There's no lie If you trust in money

Stick to the plan with your prayin'

Cuz he gon' take your hands

Fuck what they say on my way

I'm a with my gang

Get paid get paid

Young nigga get paid

I don't care what you sayin'

Get the fuck out from my face

Cuz I step on my stairs

And I'm try'na keep my faith

Some niggas scared 'bout my gang

And they hesitate and they hate

Nigga you are late, I'm a overtake

These life ain't no fair Cuz I ride by myself

So now I can tell 'em that

I been from Hell and Back

No matter how many times When I fall nigga

I don't give a fuck

Learn from the past and I don't need no luck

I came from notin' nigga I just need imagine that

Bitches gon' hit me up

I don't pick it up

But she came to my house

I just hit it once

I don't never need that girl

Please don't never come around

I know you my fan

But you know I be famous

Now she lied to me

She said she's a Pregnant

I feel like a

Always god look at me in any case it

He give me anything If I want it

I can listening

Runnin' for the Benjamins

You see I'm a chasin'

You can't understand

Nigga I'm a blessing

Cuz I got a lot a reason of conviction

I can't say too much

It's revelation

And I know these life is all a lesson

Gotta do too much like I'm on my mission

He look into my eyes but I see the vision

We livin' own life, That's with no fiction

I can't never take time for my deamon

Nigga I ain't trippin'

I'm a with my angel for blessing

And I ain't got no time Cuz I made my decision

Car so fast, I can see the situation

Always on my mind with the simulation

If you ain't got no guap

Go back to the station

And I won't never forget where I come from

I got new track sound on the false board

West Crenshaw that's my Stanford

I got pistol Bitch why you mad for?

Don't grumble It's just gamble

On the West Coast you can see the G code

I'm a Big Boy like I'm on the Billboard

I'm in the Lambor its hard to starboard

It's hard to starboard

Yea Bitch you get trouble

If you ain't on God

I feel like a

Always god look at me in any case it

He give me anything If I want it

I can listening

Runnin' for the Benjamins

You see I'm a chasin'

You can't understand

Nigga I'm a blessing