BEN CARSON lyrics

[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]

Dressed in the same shit I wore yesterday

Yeah, it's still fresh, never flexed clichés

I never write a verse and repeat the same thing

Cause the sheen on my chains is my calling to fame

Made in the projects, slave to my progress

I only fuck a black girl if she wearing contacts

You ain't gotta talk you still blocked from my contacts

She hit me on my MySpace she ever wanna find me

I'm way too fly to drive, too drunk to call a cab

But I still need a ride to fit a couple girls inside

Oh what am I to do? I rent an Uber for the week

It's just another whip on my back, and we don't pay no tax

Cause where I come from, ain't no body getting shot by the IRS

The trap ain't free, you better realize that

But imma get money, no tests on the desk

Fuck the SAT's, smoking Sunday's best

Find me in the ground, only time I regress

Six feet down, no I'm not there yet

Won't you meet me in the grave? I got grass on deck

So a grave like a slaveship, candy colored spaceship

Space like a white girl but ride like a Lexus

Leather with an accent, designed by Italians

But he ain't got medallions so maybe he a Mexican

But really what's the difference?

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]

I don't know difference, mirror black and white like a pilgrim

Plymouth landed on me like a kickflip

Y'all repress this, oppress this

Question next is why my mention so menstrual?

I be going ham on Ray street eating tofu

Loiter at the wholefoods, sipping kombucha

Yeah I went green but the black will still do ya

Damn, she used to be my number one, past tense

Past time chillin, evolved into the villian

Sunday school friends

In search of second circumcisions

Nah, keep your opinions

We was mallrats just cheesin' for the pictures

Now who can circumvent us?