Circles

(album: Benny Montana - 2010)

What I say to myself
I think you speak from the heart, Montana
Yeah!

Your close friends ain't your friends, they your enemies
Your enemies ain't killers, they pretend to be
Had an epiphany, all these rappers dissing me
Guess they mad I'm getting cheese longer than Willis Reed
My next few bars will prolly make your heart shake
I fuck your boss' wife like Scarface
He told me put him on the juggs, I said "stay calm"
'Cause that'll have us on the hook like Akon
Just like any nigga, you ain't safe dog
Especially when you a skinny nigga like Trey Songz

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
2 Chain!
I don't give a fuck about niggas!
Uh!

It's in the pot, it's gotta be blow
This my life homie, ain't no reality show, no
You won't catch me on UPN, do be in a European whip
Just some shit to fit some groupies in
They know who he is
But it don't stop 'cause the flow hot
Went from coke on the block to cold opp
I ride with my top closed, yeah, my closed top
They just getting they feet wet, my toes dry
Ha, in these pair of Air Maxes
Moonwalking like I'm wearing Jacksons
It's Benny, but you can call me Next
I'm green all over, baby, you can call me Shrek

I'm just having a blast!

That crack money good if you stack money
I attract money just 'cause I act money
That yay money, known as that great money
But the feds get ahold of your bread and take money
Robbery dough gotta be cold
You gotta be broke and feel your neck gotta be froze
I'm like "Yuh, dawg!"
I gotta be, though
This like raw blood coming out of me nose
Niggas like me do like cash
But some still tryna get a clue like Fab
Shay, why I just do that to these niggas?
Why I'm doing this? Yo!
It don't make no sense, man
Yo, yo, uh
Bricks is getting purchased, dope I get it cheap
Clintons get to working, vote for Hillary

Nigga, it's your boy
2 Chain Benny man, ride me out, baby