Hol Fam Freeway (Ft. Iman Shumpert, Rasheed Wallace & Tek)

[Intro]
Team Early
Lot of Lexus' in the building
All different avenues, you smell me?
(Benji style, Benji style, Benji style...)

[Verse 1]
I got a lot of bars, I got a lot of burners
Hold it down for my niggas that's behind bars
I got a lot of raps, I got a lot of straps
Got that 650 grand Coup, I'm a trap star
My beard big and it's awkward, my voice different
They said it'd be hard to market and yet I cornered the market
Ten years later, I'm still here
And people whose careers started when mine started careers departed
I am, lion-hearted, I'm a a rare breed
I'm my father's only seed, I'm my mother's only offspring
Buck shot's up in the Mossberg, boss things
My bitch got me feelin' like Sam Rothstein
I'm b'out to LA clip her, we all sinners
But the best of us sinners are those who are repent
Neck froze, wrist froze, and it's barely even winter
On my caveman shit, about to hunt for my dinner
Come on!

[Dialogue]
We methodical with this shit
Straight up and down – nothin' flashy over here
That's how we livin' – three the hard way
Three emcee's doin' what they do
Nothin' fake here
My young boy gon' wreck it
From the Windy City
Ayo Sean – get 'em