It All Remains Quadeca
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[Verse 1]
They call me Benny, Ben, Benjamin, Selena Gomez has said
If you ready, come get it then, everyone is jealous, and
Many want to get friends with them just in case he is relevant
Got iPhone camera lenses to get the Instagram evidence
Yeah, I know I'm way too cocky
But I'm workin', I'm figurin' it all out
So when people say you can't, it makes you wanna get better
That's benefit of the doubt
I've been on the top of this, never droppin' the bottom, it's
Opposite from the positives gotten from talkin' often, and
I'm locked in a pocket of all my thoughts, and they keep turnin' around
Always stoppin' my songs 'cause they keep burnin' the sound
I'm like, yo, this is freedom of speech
Tryna murder all the people who be keepin' the peace
Sacrifice your whole life 'cause you need a degree
Opportunity in front of you, you need to achieve
I'm like, no, I'm just tryna find some clarity
Apparently, it all has to do with popularity
There will be obstacles, primarily
People blinded to what is carefully bein' prepared for me
Sometimes you'll have hilarity, parody, and prosperity
I'm askin' Hillary Clinton to marry me, powerful in the very least
And all of these people keep comin' in
Wonderin' why I ain't gon' fuck with them, nah!
They call me Benny, Ben, Benjamin, Selena Gomez has said
If you ready, come get it then, everyone is jealous, and
Many want to get friends with them just in case he is relevant
Got iPhone camera lenses to get the Instagram evidence
Yeah, I know I'm way too cocky
But I'm workin', I'm figurin' it all out
So when people say you can't, it makes you wanna get better
That's benefit of the doubt
I've been on the top of this, never droppin' the bottom, it's
Opposite from the positives gotten from talkin' often, and
I'm locked in a pocket of all my thoughts, and they keep turnin' around
Always stoppin' my songs 'cause they keep burnin' the sound
I'm like, yo, this is freedom of speech
Tryna murder all the people who be keepin' the peace
Sacrifice your whole life 'cause you need a degree
Opportunity in front of you, you need to achieve
I'm like, no, I'm just tryna find some clarity
Apparently, it all has to do with popularity
There will be obstacles, primarily
People blinded to what is carefully bein' prepared for me
Sometimes you'll have hilarity, parody, and prosperity
I'm askin' Hillary Clinton to marry me, powerful in the very least
And all of these people keep comin' in
Wonderin' why I ain't gon' fuck with them, nah!
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