YBK Omega - Benjamin Button (On The Run) Lyrics

I don't got chill for one
Murder a beat then I go on a run
I get my money in young
F*ck getting older I'm Benjamin Button
I gotta stay out the hood
They on the block everyday of the month
They on the block and they carry a ton
Glocks they hot they ready to blow 'em
I still get the drop when I be on the road
Want 'em to stop but I cannot control
I tell all my dawgs better stay in that mode
Hop out the car better carry a load
I could talk to my plug and trap bags on the low
But that's not gone pay me like doing a show
I'm with twin and nem
That's not enough to go pay off the bros
I need a mil or some
I'm telling labels like leave me alone
We from the 'Ville yeah
Me and my brother was sharing the same clothes
Paraphernalia
Flexing finessing that's all that we know
Last time I checked go ask around I really run the North
I don't the sex I want caress I wanna take you home
I get baguettes involved I'm next up I'm hot it make 'em cold
I gotta test for y'all go ask around I bet they say they know me
Travel to Europe I ball like Ginobli
Shawty a dub bitch you a phony
Call me a scrub you eating bologna
I don't need handouts that's the old me
I remember every time you sold me
I ain't ask for it they just chose me
And we missing one but we four deep
Free my dawg yeah free my woadie
Slick a bad boy he like Jodeci
I'm good on my own ain't no one controlling me
I know they chef I'm the recipe
Make 'em say uhh Master P
Bitch that's a four play masterpiece
Or I can come in like Mr T
I think I'ma stick with my A team
You talking foul it get you spilled
Bro toat a tec and it fill the bill
I'll switch lanes at fifty mil
He talking crazy get ridiculed
I'm with familia I don't make a play 'less it put the team on
Does this sound familiar? When you had to go back down that road
Momma I murda that's all that I know
Hop on a beat and let this shit flow
I don't need a pen that's all that she wrote
Break down the gar we be ready to roll
Stay out my lane it's gone get you exposed
No time to waste I ain't waiting for long
I gotta baggie filet mignon
Soon as you switch on the gang you gone
Boom
I don't got chill for one
Murder a beat then I go on a run
I get my money in young
F*ck getting older I'm Benjamin Button
I gotta stay out the hood
They on the block everyday of the month
They on the block and they carry a ton
Glocks they hot they ready to blow 'em
I still get the drop when I be on the road
Want 'em to stop but I cannot control
I tell all my dawgs better stay in that mode
Hop out the car better carry a load
I could talk to my plug and trap bags on the low
But that's not gone pay me like doing a show