Lyrics Tooth for a Tooth - Benny Banks
Ah
Bang
Aight
This
gon'
be
aight
Yeah,
look
I
kung-fu
like
I
own
this
shit
I
own
my
shit,
own
the
ship,
I
hope
you
know
that
shit
I
fuck
a
thing
from
Pornhub,
I
bet
you
know
that
bitch
But
I
don't
ever
kiss
and
tell,
I
can't
expose
no
bitch
Where
would
I
be
without
my
drugs?
(Fuck)
Money
ain't
enough,
I
need
happiness
and
love
I
need
people
I
can
trust
at
times,
loneliness
is
fucked
But
I
would
rather
be
alone
than
mixed
up,
it's
nuts
I
got
youngins
that
I'm
younger
than
I
went
through
trials
and
tribulations
as
a
younger
man
First
man
in
my
gang
to
see
a
hundred
grand
Rich
people
problems,
you
wouldn't
understand
I'm
still
out
here,
work
some
shit,
try
to
feed
my
fam
We
so
loud
that
my
neighbours
asked
to
keep
it
down
Maybe
I'm
too
old
for
this
game,
I
feel
like
Peter
Pan
First
spendin'
money
on
drip,
I
need
a
piece
of
land
In
the
teahouse,
sweatin',
I
ain't
stopped
for
days
Whole
block
stinkin'
of
gelato,
I
don't
fuck
with
haters
Holler
at
my
brother,
mate
if
you
weren't
some
flake
Can't
go
and
fuck
with
cocaine,
and
go
bad
for
days
Runnin'
through
these
rentals
with
my
brother,
flash
I
aim
to
shoot,
but
I
punch
you
in
your
fucking
face
Raising
up
a
storm,
I
ain't
riding,
waves,
flow
still
hot
Like
I
popped
it
in
the
microwave
My
bros
either
boiling
or
they
crashing
Every
one
they
do,
they
do
with
passion
Richest
man
I
met
told
me
never
fuck
the
fashion
He
had
mill's
up
in
the
bank
and
left
his
trainers
looking
battered
Dealing
with
it
matters,
bag
upon
my
jacket
I'm
still
tryin'
to
find
a
balance,
lunchtime
sandwiches
in
Harrods
Hit
me
off
for
clout
I
get
you
covered
up
in
Clarins
Now
repeat
after
me
like
a
motherfuckin'
parrot
No
cappin',
I
rap,
I'm
only
giving
you
facts
The
way
I
run
for
a
pat,
I
need
a
platinum
plaque
I'd
love
to
work
on
my
jacks,
and
hit
the
curb
for
some
cash
I
went
from
Barnett
to
Milton
Keynes
searching
for
cats
No
cappin',
I
rap,
I'm
only
giving
you
facts
The
way
I
run
for
a
pat,
no
sleep
man,
I
barely
get
naps
I
got
weedheads
moving
like
cats
Us
at,
I
get
rid
of
forty-one
like
it's
crap
Fake
love
everywhere
that
I
go
If
I
don't
get
it
off
my
friend
it's
probably
off
of
my
hoe
If
she
never
had
no
youth
then
I
would
leave
her
alone
But
right
now
she's
sucking
dick
and
she's
cleaning
my
clothes
And
if
he
didn't
put
in
work,
then
I'd
be
sending
him
home
Hustle
hard
or
would
you
rather
be
broke,
whatever's
floating
your
boat
You
ain't
no
plug
if
you
ain't
buying
in
bulk
I
owe
my
plug
25
and
he's
still
flying
me
loads
I
done
stand
spied
up
my
past
My
own
people
seen
me
starving,
they
still
left
me
there
to
starve
Certified
banks,
your
favourite
rapper,
know
my
bars
I've
been
rapping
ten
years
and
still
ain't
bought
a
fuckin'
yard
Look,
had
to
start
again
and
then
start
again
Then
I
had
to
start
again
again,
and
then
start
again
Feeling
like
I'm
back
at
half-time
and
miss
half
the
game
On
this
journey
I
lost
half
my
mates
In
a
room
full
of
fans
yeah,
but
I
feel
out
of
place
Everybody
tell
me
that
it's
love
but
all
I
feel
is
hate
All
I
see
is
snakes,
it's
like
I
can't
escape
Wake
up
and
smell
the
coffee
or
you
won't
relate
Wake
up
and
smell
the
coffee
or
you
won't
relate
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