(Yeah, Cult Music, Yeah, Aye)

[Verse 1: Bennie Beatz]
Bennie oh Bennie, you bullish
But baby I'm not from Chicago
Heard me talkin' about IV and DRIP and the bag
They thought that I came from the hospital
No I just came back from tradin'
Chest to the sun, on vacations
I'm really not tryna be flagrant
When I tell you that most of my calls will be naked
Funny when I make a bad play, I get a standing ovation
It's like I'm addicted to antibiotics
To try to get rid of this clap
But fuck it, I always come back in the A.M
To the GG, what's that stand for?
I am not a drug dealer, I'm a landlord
All my tenants need a roof
That Mercedes Benz don't need one
I went from barely to Bel Air
From thе slums to the ville
To the top of thе hill
To the street where you can't park a car without a parking pass
I'm just tryna chill with my boys
On and island off the coast
Bar hoppin like its Alcatraz
Watch me make moves like a salsa class
Plus I got so many bars like the one minute charts
Already know you can't handle it
You ain't makin' moves, you a mannequin
And you ain't got that flame, that candlestick
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