SAND CASTLE

[VERSE 1: BENJAMIN BRADLEY] My life real so I speak the spoken helicopter sky-diving I was hand Picked to be the chosen Son it's my time to get it done Jet Li I was the one watch my banshee run like a dope dealer when the cops Hit your spot and this is my plot and I'm a story-teller there's not Another Fortune realer it's the COOKIE bitch what you want a sniff You don't know who you foolin' with this is BREEZO there's never been another Fuckin' equal and I don't got patience but I'm patiently waiting Stackin' up like im next in line to see the Matrix What you want to witness Greatness never thought i'd be a rapper but I made it and this world is really crazy So you got to face it and all my niggas iconic so what you want a problem Grown man denim the FARMHOUSE the only niggas that got em' huh [Interlude: TRIFE LIFE KENNEDY] Gold house for my gold mouth, nah im sayin' Shout-out my nigga Arab Fetti nah im talm' bout, TRIFE LIFE KENNEDY Future the Motherfuckin'.. Motherfuckin'..Motherfuckin' [Verse 2: TRIFE LIFE KENNEDY] Bitch you know me I'm a O.G. My numbers be Seven-Forty My beamer be Forrest green my eyes be like laser beams My bitch pussy squeaky clean so she put it on my tongue like Listerine What's good what's up cocaine and some white sluts stay ice-cold X and O's they kiss to blow like Eskimo's with their nose Fuck ya'll squares be talking bout turn my swag on turn your bitch out My real niggas know what I'm talking bout' an I dog her out right on The couch I smoke blunts and I trip-balls with a black cat that roll gars Vampire with a sports-car Swag Dracula Everything about me spectacular Future a.k.a Blackula I fire on whoever I choose to spiral on Turn A nigga to Basquiat witnesses want to call the cops cause I'm Young black, and I call the shots I spit some shit that leave your Bitch inside a trance swag Raw denim bleeding on my dirty ass vans Swag All I know is Master Chef swag so hot cook your girl to death That's your main bitch God damn she hot I cook her down right in a pot I'm back to it back to it my music make bitches shake their ass To it Snort coke or ether, pop acid to it you could do it bitch Put your back into it I'm going hard I'm going in my vampires behind Me My bitch pop five handlebars and she fuck me like a zombie swag!