Unreleased Demo

[Verse 1: Despot]
Count up another hundred grand
Got paper cuts all on my hand
I'm running out of rubber bands
I'm punching numbers, pumping grams
That leather duffel [?]
Stuffed with a bunch of crumpled Grants
Some Jacksons and some Benjamins
They dead and stinking the bag
I'm scrubbing these fucking duckers until they all spick and span
I'm running these checks up but I'm still running from Uncle Sam
It's [?] I'm in the can
I get out and I re-up and I do this shit all again
No sleep till Queens, counting wolves dressed up as sheep
And I'm cat-calling the beat, like "come eat - I'm here, pussy"
I'm out stalking the streets, and stay armed to the teeth
And hands, shoulders, and knees - so please push me
I know the ledge, I've been on it since I was just a kid
Can't fold the bread so I stack it up and I stand on it
The only thing I could ever want more than anything
Gotta be everything, life is a bowl of cherry pits

[Hook: BennY RevivaL]
Charmed like a necklace
Prepare to 'fess up, interrogation lessons
Charmed like a necklace
Prepare to 'fess up, interrogation lessons

[Verse 2: Despot]
Yeah I'm cold as a bottle of frozen Poland Spring
And I stole the show, dipped out the back and pawned it in
And I took that dough and bought a motherfucking ring
Now I'm on one knee and I'm proposing to the game
Now it'll never be the same
She told you "no" because you're lame
But I could help you ease the pain
By putting one up in your brain
Heard you ballin', I'm out here roofing your Spaldings
And fuck any cop you callin', I'm on the loose by the morning
And on the streets with assortments of shit to put you in coffins
The block that you said was yours is the same one I've dipped in often
Under the weather but on top of the world
Broadcasting live from right on top of your girl
Forecast is looking like the end of the world
I pull the thunder out, you'll only hear a pop and you twirl

[Hook: BennY RevivaL]

[Bridge: BennY RevivaL]
I talk to God while you talk to law
These words is hard 'cause they really raw, let's start the lecture
We making songs based off what we saw
Or what we did. Listen here, this what y'all want, the pressure

[Verse 3: BennY RevivaL]
Fasten your seatbelt, buckle up [?]
Three niggas [?] mi casa, be there
Su casa, open like water flowing through seashells
Dap, Lex, and Despot wiling, purchased and retailed
This slaps, come and chill on the island, pull out your beach chair
Snap crackle popping these locks, robbing this beat here
Paraphernalia falling up out my pockets
Got me watching my cellular, tapping into my profits
"Not for nothing they scared of ya" is what my nigga tell me
'Cause they jealous I leveled up, as he fronting me work
Leaving church for a flight to Queens, put my feet on the turf
I'm in search for lots of cream, [?] on the shirt
But I ain't five percent-ing, take gin and mix it with lemon
Then you will get this combo here, crack a beer, we 'bout to splurge
Come confide in this upper tier, how we live is a verse
In the scripture that's holy [?], Lord forgive me, I hurt

[Hook: BennY RevivaL]

[Bridge: BennY RevivaL]