BROCKHAMPTON - BEN CARSON Lyrics
[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]Dressed in the same shit I wore yesterdayYeah, it's still fresh, never flexed clichésI never write a verse and repeat the same thingCause the sheen on my chains is my calling to fameMade in the projects, slave to my progressI only ***** a black girl if she wearing contactsYou ain't gotta talk you still blocked from my contactsShe hit me on my MySpace she ever wanna find meI'm way too fly to drive, too drunk to call a cabBut I still need a ride to fit a couple girls insideOh what am I to do? I rent an Uber for the weekIt's just another whip on my back, and we don't pay no taxCause where I come from, ain't no body getting shot by the IRSThe trap ain't free, you better realize thatBut imma get money, no tests on the desk***** the SAT's, smoking Sunday's bestFind me in the ground, only time I regressSix feet down, no I'm not there yetWon't you meet me in the grave? I got grass on deckSo a grave like a slaveship, candy colored spaceshipSpace like a white girl but ride like a LexusLeather with an accent, designed by ItaliansBut he ain't got medallions so maybe he a MexicanBut really what's the difference?[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]I don't know difference, mirror black and white like a pilgrimPlymouth landed on me like a kickflipY'all repress this, oppress thisQuestion next is why my mention so menstrual?I be going ham on Ray street eating tofuLoiter at the wholefoods, sipping kombuchaYeah I went green but the black will still do yaDamn, she used to be my number one, past tensePast time chillin, evolved into the villianSunday school friendsIn search of second circumcisionsNah, keep your opinionsWe was mallrats just cheesin' for the picturesNow who can circumvent us?
