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Rob Markman – Benz 4 My Bday

[Intro]
Want a Benz for my birthday
Think it falls on a Thursday

[Verse 1]
Her ex-man had the blue 6, think he used to move bricks
Now he gone, he ain’t never coming home
And I’m tryna take his old chick, make her to my new bitch
Sick and tired of this used whip, try and get some new shit
Driving ’round, bumping "How It’s Goin’ Down"
Cruisin’ slow like X in the shit he shot on two-fifth
I know it sound fucked up, but I don’t even feel bad
I’m getting money and my day’s a lil’ sunny
And I’m getting everything, everything they said I couldn’t have
My drive, yeah, it’s something else
Try to ride around in something else
CLS got me stressed, I’m obsessed ’til I’m blessed
Goddamn it, I can’t ride around in nothin’ else

[Chorus]
Want a Benz for my birthday
Think it falls on a Thursday
Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard
I’ma pull up this car like, bitch, I deserve this
Bitch, I deserve this, bitch, I deserve this
Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard
I’ma pull up this car like, bitch, I deserve this
Bitch, I deserve this, bitch, I deserve this
Want a Benz for my birthday
Think it falls on a Thursday
Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard
I’ma pull up this car like, bitch, I deserve this
Bitch, I deserve this, bitch, I deserve this
Oh, god, I’ve been working so hard
I’ma pull up this car like, bitch, I deserve this
Bitch, I deserve this, bitch, I deserve this

[Verse 2]
Everything possible ‘less you up in the hospital
Two hands, two feet, heartbeat, how you not gon’ eat? Motherfucker, what’s stoppin’ you?
We don’t make no excuses, we just grind ’til we get it
If you don’t understand it, goddamn it
Never mind it, forget it
I’ve been working all year long
These haters working on my fuckin’ nerves
This is it, stack the grip, cop the whip, then I dip like skrrt
I’ma pull up on your fuckin’ curb
I ain’t never had the 6, I’m just tryna cop the 550
S Coupe, Yankee blue, brand new
And now I’m feelin’ like it’s my city

[Verse 3]
I want my name on it, boy, I want my name on it
So I’ma go stupid, Marlon Wayans on this
Hundred on the dash, swerve in the third lane on this
Give ’em all the drugs, that Big Daddy Kane on this
Word to Billy Danze, I just need a lil’ fame on this
Give ’em all the gas, Waka Flocka Flame on it
I’m at they neck, need a Roc-A-Fella chain on it
A$AP Rocky, I just went Clubber Lang on it

No Malice – Shame On Me (Let The Dead Bury The Dead Album)

[Verse 1]
I’m in a race against time my mama dying, I pray she get to see me make it
Cause she love to see the smiles on her babies faces
My younger brother kept her in Mercedes latest
But it was the Holy Ghost that drove her to the Son of David
I was there when mama said, "I believe."
I watched the Jesus steal her heart like a common thief
As for me and my house we gon serve the Lord
I been a fool for far lesser things people murder for
Furthermore He speaks to my intelligence
I find no fault like what’s there to rebel against?
Only the Blood can rid you of them skeletons
Chained to a twig forgettin that we elephants
Ever since 15 I seen hella cain
I was in the wind flipping chickens like a weathervane
Beat the Rock to a pulp whoop him good Clubber Lang
Flooded VA like Floyd that’s before the Hurricane

[Chorus]
Shame on me shame on me shame on me
At any given time you know I got that thang on me
Quick to to give a hater exactly what he came to see
Had no love for my brothers, shame on me

[Verse 2]
It was all good just a week ago
Jigga in the deck, in the dash a key a coke
Divi at the table, raise a glass then proceed to toast
Pour some for the homies, "If they’d only lived to see it tho."
Here’s to the lives that cut short, to women who tuck snort
Through checkpoints stampin they passports
You ain’t gotta beg you gon get what ask for
Door blown of the hinge compliments of the task force
It’s a rerun like an episode of Power
You can grab em by the cookie introduce em to that powder
All that coke sold like it’s somethin we should be proud of
Find yourself in a jam only God can get you out of
Whether Baptist or Catholic, worshippin the baphomet
Every knee gon take a bow take a page from Caepernick
Prophesy’ accurate, every jot, every tittle
And we ain’t never prayed before now we prayin for acquittals

[Chorus]
Shame on me shame on me shame on me
At any given time you know I got that thang on me
Quick to to give a hater exactly what he came to see
Had no love for my brothers, shame on me