Verse] Feeling at my lowest, now I’m flowing. Keep it going, they not knowing. Maintain greatness, head strong. Not a job, don’t you sob. Wipe them tears, rid of fears. It’s okay, hide from peers, we get through. Aint our year, let’s have a beer. What is true, sky is blue. Fuck the clear, cleanse your body. From the drugs, show some love. To yourself, keep your goals, through the roof. Keep it up, look above, someone’s watching. Stars is gleaming, lights are beaming it’s the truth, hear we are, in the booth. Now we teaming, tryna make it, Keep on blockin, all the sadness, we the baddest. [Hook] With my pennies, got a dream. This my thing, get it out. Off the top, instrumentals help my mental. Head strong, thoughts long. writing songs, say it loud. Say it proud, we the best, fuck the rest. [Verse] Born in 94, momma, had me doing chores. All she did was pour out love. Someone, I adore, gave me wisdom. Outta prison, gotta job. Didn’t resort to rob, but I did fuck with drugs. Set me back, a lot of years, now it’s past. Had some falls,got back up, wiped them tears. All that pain it didn’t last, I stayed strong. For my Mom, staying grounded, like before. This time mental, outta trouble. I was seven, hitting doubles, got to eight. Made it triples, started getting wishes. To the league, was my dream. [Hook] Benny with my pennies, got a dream. This my thing, get it out. Off the top, instrumentals help my mental. Head strong, thoughts long. I’ma keep writing songs, say it loud. Say it proud, we the best, fuck the rest. [Verse] I got loud, might be able, to attain this. They say practice makes perfect, Having faith, makes it worth it. Getting high, all the lies, in my head. Mamma said get to bed, I stayed up. Still I tried, had a dream of precious things. I stayed vicious, with my thoughts. Always thought I’d get to top, But I flopped, on myself and my team. Deep down, they didn’t know, if I’d make it. To the greatness, I had set, in my head. Now here I am, in my bed, following through. With what I said, this is rhymes, but maybe now. The kid, can speak on Ted, got on track. Books I read, thankful for hip hop, an my job. Got me through, all the blueness. Now life is great, I hope on day, You’ll get my tracks on replay. [Hook] Benny with my pennies, got a dream. This my thing, get it out. Off the top, instrumentals help my mental. Head strong, thoughts long. I’ma keep writing songs, say it loud. Say it proud, we the best, fuck the rest. [Last Verse] Now here I am, at 28, feelin great. Accomplished many things, kept my focus. Stayed down, with all the hocus pocus. Things I read, in my bed, seemed outlandish. But still I managed, to find the light. Now I’m thinking, all that time, I was right. Thanking god, I had to to fight, Through the downs, current status, is alright. Now I got all my might, tonight, while I write. Kept it real, on these lines, saying words like R-I-P, in the past, on repeat, got my raps, And this beat, ima sell this shit for free. I’m saying this is me, with my pen, glad today I got no pain, don’t want the fame, but if I go, I’m bringing you, and my team, to the green. To help me out, while I’m golfing. It’s the time, that I’m offering, to redeem. All the things I had done, in the past, Cutting grass, endless tasks, like I said. This is gas, yeah it’s rap. [hook] Stupid things, let the devils, bring me down. Still worked hard, to get with God. Set myself up for greatness, I got loud, might be able, to attain this. They say practice makes perfect, Having faith makes it worth it. [hook] got a dream. This my thing, get it out. Off the top, instrumentals help my mental. Head strong, thoughts long. I’ma keep writing songs, say it loud. Say it proud, we the best, fuck the rest. Benny the kid I’m boutta make it big All the things, I had did, kept my focus. Rhymes are potent, while I’m flowing. Now I’m going, to the top, and the open. All that practice, made it worth it. Cuz I’m pro and, this important. Nothing shortened, made this long. On this song, now repeat, all my rhymes. On this beat, on this sheet, yours to keep To the freaks, you can peep, ain’t this neat feeling fine, while I rhyme, I design, you rewind. Don’t you cry, don’t you whine, just repeat. All these words, I had said, in my bed. Maybe you, can comprehend, all the way. To the end, this is Ben, let’s condemn. All their trends,