Benjamin Franklin by Mo (Rapper) Lyrics
(Chorus: Mo)
Benjamin Benjamin Franklin, Benjamin Benjamin Franklin spending and earning and saving up Benjamins selling and serving the dankest look at my face, look at my eyes real rappers don't tell lies I make the money don't make the rules can't take it from me I paid my dues like Franklin, Benjamin Benjamin Franklin selling and earning and swerving and learning like somebody say where the bank is
(Verse 1: Mo)
Benjamin Franklin you can't run with us my squad full don't come with us We fucked up you locked out come fuck with us and get knocked out
Kapow! Like a comic book, I'm real rare that's kinda cooked Killing and feeling this awesome I'm bossing you bitches are filling my coffins I'm in it you watching, you loud mouth, you thought I hadn't found out talking shit behind me I don't turn the cheek I round house What am I doing? What am I what am I doing?
I'm stacking this paper and smacking these haters so half of their faces are ruined
Like fuck what you doing this is my game no wristwatch and no chain
But I been had getting bread to all you french kids thats pain
I ball no tears, no fears, I'm feeling ahead of my peers
I'm feeling like somebody's setting me up because I don't see no one thats near
And I'm switching my gear, fuck what you hear
Turning up now and not stopping this year
Cuz when I'm going hammer we lose all our manners and people with cameras appear
See, pictures worth a thousand words ain't worth shit to we ballers
But if that pictures of Ben's face it's worth a hundred dollars
Like chain smoking these blunts, heard the booths open for lunch
I'm gonna put together these bars start some beef and straight munch
I killed the first track I put out, mixtape just murder
Low key spitting fire don't you put this on the back burner
(Chorus)
Benjamin Benjamin Franklin, Benjamin Benjamin Franklin spending and earning and saving up Benjamins selling and serving the dankest look at my face, look at my eyes real rappers don't tell lies I make the money don't make the rules can't take it from me I paid my dues like Franklin, Benjamin Benjamin Franklin selling and earning and swerving and learning like somebody say where the bank is
(Verse 1: Mo)
Benjamin Franklin you can't run with us my squad full don't come with us We fucked up you locked out come fuck with us and get knocked out
Kapow! Like a comic book, I'm real rare that's kinda cooked Killing and feeling this awesome I'm bossing you bitches are filling my coffins I'm in it you watching, you loud mouth, you thought I hadn't found out talking shit behind me I don't turn the cheek I round house What am I doing? What am I what am I doing?
I'm stacking this paper and smacking these haters so half of their faces are ruined
Like fuck what you doing this is my game no wristwatch and no chain
But I been had getting bread to all you french kids thats pain
I ball no tears, no fears, I'm feeling ahead of my peers
I'm feeling like somebody's setting me up because I don't see no one thats near
And I'm switching my gear, fuck what you hear
Turning up now and not stopping this year
Cuz when I'm going hammer we lose all our manners and people with cameras appear
See, pictures worth a thousand words ain't worth shit to we ballers
But if that pictures of Ben's face it's worth a hundred dollars
Like chain smoking these blunts, heard the booths open for lunch
I'm gonna put together these bars start some beef and straight munch
I killed the first track I put out, mixtape just murder
Low key spitting fire don't you put this on the back burner
(Chorus)