Benjis

Chorus Countin’ Benjis, stackin’ every dollar, AK 77, real hustler, shot caller. Countin’ Benjis, can’t nobody stop me, Light voice, clear flow, but the grind still cocky. Verse 1 Wake up grindin’, money on my mind, Every step I take, gotta hustle, gotta shine. AK 77, yeah, I’m built for the racks, From the block to the stage, put the city on my back. Fake ones talk, but they never match my lane, I just flip bags, stack ‘em up, stay sane. From the dirt to the lights, I control my fate, Countin’ Benjis steady, yeah, I’m feelin’ great. Chorus (Hard / Punchy) Countin’ Benjis, stackin’ every dollar, AK 77, real hustler, shot caller. Countin’ Benjis, can’t nobody stop me, Light voice, clear flow, but the grind still cocky. Verse 2 Street-born soldier, mind sharp, heart cold, Every lesson learned turned my pain into gold. Enemies lurk, but they can’t break me down, I just chase Benjis, wear success like a crown. From the late nights grind to the mornings bright, I was built for the struggle, now my future’s in sight. AK 77, yeah, the name gon’ last, Countin’ Benjis forever, stackin’ money fast. Chorus Countin’ Benjis, stackin’ every dollar, AK 77, real hustler, shot caller. Countin’ Benjis, can’t nobody stop me, Light voice, clear flow, but the grind still cocky.