RIP Bennigan (Dedicated to Charles Stepney) Lyrics

Best dressed in fresh and pressed Vetements

Set off the medicine

Vetted lawyer got settlements

Intelligence

Better know who you're selling with

Pull up red stretch reppin' R.I.P. Bennigan

Tenth floor tenements

Poverty our sentencing

Runnin' 'round the courts like they were processin' venison

Read me the rules of engagement with no emphasis

Read no rights in a state of red rights, I get it

Got it? Good, I'll keep stirring the pot

The only cultured spot I got is a forty acre parking lot

Just wanna be set free

Word to Stepney

Brody worked his ass off and still died in his forties

Fuck the 27 Club I'm working on my legacy

Nourishing the art instead of creatin' off jealousy

That shit's hell to me

I can still hear the alto sax in the back sheddin' changes on Cherokee

I only roll where the street lights don't shine

And even where they do, I stay posted with a nine

"False"

Cut a few beats and then spit a quick line

Get prepared for my entrance, start burnin' the quicklime

Nightcore rhyming with their bars off timing

Ask why I'm the highest, I say so said Simon

Ask me why I'm bringing it in, it's all buggy

Anybody need a verse? Cuz I could really use the money

One Take Jake