Benni Gorgeous - Down Since a Youngin' Lyrics

That’s the sounds of the horns when I’m comin’
‘85 I been down since a youngin’
Ya’ll lil bums always talkin’ bout nothin’
When the fight comes ya’ll be the first ones runnin’
Two jobs you call that chasin’ somethin’
13’s on; that’s called a baker’s dozen
Fly chicks they can’t wait to cuff ‘em
Still on 50/30/20; basic hustlin’
They jus bluff-in’ bruh
They ain’t tough enough
The day we tussle
Be a grave for one of us
Stuck in my ways
I hated suckin’ up
Like Stay in ya lane
Better pray they buckled up
I’m headed for a dead on collision
Understand I’ma man on a mission
E Deuce homie ain’t no competition
We let the folks know I ain’t playing with ‘em
3 accounts, 0s got plenty commas
Vision 20/20 when them fendi’s on ya
Switch the style everytime I drop
So by the time I’m done I hit up every genre, uh!
But still out here hustlin’ to pay the rent
Cuz the dream is mortgage and gated fence
Out with a chick whose an 8 to 10
Gorgeous; Don’t make me say it again!
Pourin’ shots? We too old for that
I buy the whole case, where my bros at?
This one here for all the souls we lost
We keep pushing forward, ain’t no goin’ back
See I don’t exaggerate, flow immaculate
Most just mad cuz they just cope with half of it;
Far from dumb and I ain’t close to average
Used to front BEFORE homie now they AF-TER him
It’s so apparent, there ain’t no comparisons
The ‘09 Kobe, like he still got shaq with ‘em
No loose ends, tie the not like marriages
Cuz anything less is a damn embarrassment!
Told ya’ll I don’t need rap
That’s why they always jockin’ me, ha!
Certified G man you can’t teach that!
Left the game a long time ago but I think I’m about to relapse!
Moral of the story is I only got one life
And I’m jumpin’ in that quick screamin’ Bonzai!
From the night until the sunrise,
Benni keep spittin’ ‘til his lung die!

That’s the sounds of the horns when I’m comin’
‘85 I been down since a youngin’
Ya’ll lil bums always talkin’ bout nothin’
When the fight comes ya’ll be the first ones runnin’
Two jobs you call that chasin’ somethin’
13’s on; that’s called a baker’s dozen
Fly chicks they can’t wait to cuff ‘em
Still on 50/30/20; basic hustlin’
They jus bluff-in’ bruh
They ain’t tough enough
The day we tussle
Be a grave for one of us
Stuck in my ways
I hated suckin’ up
Like Stay in ya lane
Better pray they buckled up
I’m headed for a dead on collision
Understand I’ma man on a mission
E Deuce homie ain’t no competition
We let the folks know I ain’t playing with ‘em
3 accounts, 0s got plenty commas
Vision 20/20 when them fendi’s on ya
Switch the style everytime I drop
So by the time I’m done I hit up every genre, uh!
But still out here hustlin’ to pay the rent
Cuz the dream is mortgage and gated fence
Out with a chick whose an 8 to 10
Gorgeous; Don’t make me say it again!
Pourin’ shots? We too old for that
I buy the whole case, where my bros at?
This one here for all the souls we lost
We keep pushing forward, ain’t no goin’ back
See I don’t exaggerate, flow immaculate
Most just mad cuz they just cope with half of it;
Far from dumb and I ain’t close to average
Used to front BEFORE homie now they AF-TER him
It’s so apparent, there ain’t no comparisons
The ‘09 Kobe, like he still got shaq with ‘em
No loose ends, tie the not like marriages
Cuz anything less is a damn embarrassment!
Told ya’ll I don’t need rap
That’s why they always jockin’ me, ha!
Certified G man you can’t teach that!
Left the game a long time ago but I think I’m about to relapse!
Moral of the story is I only got one life
And I’m jumpin’ in that quick screamin’ Bonzai!
From the night until the sunrise,
Benni keep spittin’ ‘til his lung die!