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Still No. 2 Lyrics By Ben Colder

    ben calderon iv

    to keep it real
    i don’t even know who to trust
    uh
    i stay out of the way and
    lay in the cut
    uh
    dont hit my phone today cuz i ain’t picking up
    they saying that i work too much
    but i don’t think ive done enough
    i was still in the garage
    tryna make six milly off of like 6 bars
    all black on my body
    so you can’t see these scars
    uh
    yeah
    seeing the payment
    please just pray my patience i
    get on these beats i execute them with excellence my
    predicament that made me somewhat of a pessimist why
    do all these suckas want to deconstruct my progress i
    don’t hit the blunt
    i hit the booth whenever i’m stressed i’m
    still putting on for a city that don’t reciprocate
    couldn’t even give me ten dollars for the take
    but you got 00 dollars to go and see drake
    fake love fake love straight up to my faaaaceeee
    uh
    i’m unimpressed by these perpetrators
    but i aint pressed cuz im one of the best with this pen and paper it’s
    only a matter of time
    before they recognize a real
    thats right in front of they eyes
    ain’t no fake over here
    keep it 00 with mine
    and to all the bs
    i’m dumb deaf and i’m blind
    that bdub on the rise
    the whole team finna shine
    how you expecting to ball
    if you dont work like lebron
    man you gotta go get it
    it ain’t gone fall out the sky
    uh
    yeah yeah
    it ain’t gone fall out the sky
    look
    ten years in it
    been grinding before my growth spurt
    the kid got more drive then the showfur
    told my momma when i get older
    that this little planet called earth
    i was finna take over
    and this is ain’t cocky
    the confidence is just overt
    they think i’m stuck up
    cuz i be bumping my own work

    maryjessie
    stuck up no i don’t think
    strung out no i don’t know
    bent out of shape on broken roads
    and i don’t mow on other lawns
    no pawn i’m a queen and i mean
    for myself by any means
    sanity i keep for my health
    and i meld to the mold
    oh behold and bow down
    to the master of the sounds
    that make you feel
    every type of thing every type of way
    every type of being know you’re gonna stay

    know you need to stay know you can’t lay
    down besides anyone else no one else will
    motivate your dreams the way i can
    no plan can beat my genius it slides in
    short notice creeps up call it perfect shot all wins
    just know on empty plates i fill my soul and feed my tomb
    absurd it is to know the waking moments of the truth

    what’s the price for excellence x5

    didn’t know the price for living life was life in order to make moves
    name your price know your price yah yahkeep it cool
    think twice think twice
    before estimating me think twice
    think twice think twice before your beat what’s your price

    Artist: Ben Colder

    Year: 1963

    Decade: 60s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 287